Garcia walked into the waiting room of the hospital and saw Reid pacing back and forth in his blood stained clothes. She walked over to him and without another word she hugged him. She felt him hold her back and knew that he had needed someone to hug him. He had been at the hospital for hours refusing treatment just pacing hoping that Tucker would be alright. She was in surgery the doctors trying to fix the damage that Clayton and his knife had caused. She pulled away and tucked Reid's hair behind his ear.

"She is going to be alright," she told him softly.

"Her heart stopped three times on the way here and the surgery has gone on for so long," Reid stopped swallowing the lump in his throat, "Statistics state-."

"Alright, boy genius, listen up. Right here and right now you are going to forget whatever your fancy little statistics say. You are going to go with this," Garcia taped his chest where his heart was, "and believe that Tucker is going to fight to stay alive and stay here with you."

Reid shoved his hands on his pockets and felt the tears come to his eyes. He turned away and they began to fall. He walked over to a chair and sat on it. He looked at Garcia and wanted nothing more to believe that Tucker was going to be alright and fight. He knew her though; she had given up the moment the team had walked into the basement. She blamed herself for all the deaths her father had caused and she had only wanted to ensure that Reid himself had made it out of there alive. Tucker thought she wasn't needed anymore. Plus if she died she wouldn't have to deal with the emotions she would feel knowing she killed her father. No, Tucker was not going to fight and Reid knew he was going to lose her. He let more tears fall wishing he knew why it was he lost the people he needed most in his life. First his father, then Gideon and finally Tucker; he wondered why he even bothered to try caring anymore.

"She won't fight, Garcia. She doesn't have anything to fight for," he told her.

"She has you to fight for, Reid. Don't you think that you are worth it?"

"Happily ever after is a fantasy. It isn't real and it will never happen."

"Never say never."

Garcia knew that Reid had an answer for her. She was saved though by a doctor walking into the room. He pulled off his mask and looked at Reid and her. Reid stood up and walked over to him. Garcia could see that he was trying very damn hard to hold it together.

"Is she alright?" Reid asked softly.

The doctor gave a slight smile, "She is fine now. It was touch and go there for a moment but she is fine now."

"Really?" Reid asked shocked.

"Yes, really. She is recovering now. She lost a lot of blood and it looked like we would lose her but... She is a strong woman."

"Can I see her?"

The doctor looked at Reid and took in his condition, "I'll make you a deal. You let me look at your injuries and fix you up and you can stay with her in her room if you want."

"He agrees. Go," Garcia shoved Reid towards the doctor, "I'll tell the rest of the team when they get here."

Reid nodded and followed the doctor. He wanted to see Tucker and make sure she was alright but he knew that he needed medical attention. His ribs were killing him and he was pretty sure he had cracked one or two. He looked down at his hands and saw that they were still tainted with Tucker's blood. He would also have to wash his hands before he saw Tucker. He didn't want to remind her of what had happened; her memories would do that enough.

Morgan and Rossi stood and watched as the tech guys dug up another body. Morgan looked around and saw all the empty graves or ones that they had just begun to uncover. Clayton Worthington had killed upwards of twenty five people by the looks of it. He had buried some of his victims here and Morgan was sure that his other properties would uncover more bodies. He turned back and looked at Rossi shaking his head.

"Can you believe this?" Morgan asked softly.

"Actually yes. Clayton was a complete psycho path. I wouldn't be surprised if we found more than this," Rossi answered.

"Why did he start changing his MO then? He didn't leave notes on these bodies or leave them where the press would find them."

"Those bodies we found were for Tucker. He wanted her to know that he was looking for her and that he would find her. These bodies were for his fun. He didn't need anyone to find these because if they did it would take away his sick feeling of accomplishment."

"Do you think Tucker will be alright?"

Rossi looked at the body and then turned and looked at Morgan. The truth was he didn't think that Tucker would ever be alright again. She had killed her father. He knew what she was thinking; she had become a killer just like him. Rossi knew that Tucker was going to need a lot of therapy and time if she was ever going to get over all the pain her father had put her through. Even now he doubted it would be possible.

"I don't know, Morgan. I think she might be alright but it is going to take time. Time I don't think Reid can give her," he answered.

"What do you mean?"

"Tucker loves Reid but I don't think she'll be able to stand being around him knowing what she did. Reid might have to let her go for a while if he ever wants the chance to spent his life with her."

"She's strong, Rossi. She might be able to stay."

"Maybe. Let's hope."

Morgan watched as Rossi walked away. He sighed and turned to follow. He needed to head over to the hospital and make sure that Reid and Tucker were alright. He also needed to question them about what had happened at the cottage. Not that he should have cared; a murderous bastard had been taken off the streets and gotten what he deserved. However, he needed to know what had happened to put it in the report; which was going to be a bitch to write.