Donny and Larry left the room, discussing what they would need to do what they were required to do to get the jewel, Larry holstering the weapon again as they walked. Spencer found himself staring blankly at the now deceased man on the floor, sadly thinking of what he had revealed to the men, and as a result, what they were going to do to his mother, and her grave, wherever it was. He assumed that she and his father were buried together. No one from his family had ever come to see him in hospital; his mother's parents were deceased, as was her brother, and his paternal grandfather thought him guilty of the crimes he was accused of, so he never bothered with the grandson that he already thought was extremely abnormal. Nobody had ever discussed it with him, so, he genuinely had no idea.

"Why did you tell them?" Came the husky and bewildered voice of David Rossi.

"He was going to kill you. You know it, I know it." Spencer explained without taking his eyes off the corpse in front of him.

"And?"

"I couldn't let that happen."

"You owe me nothing Kiddo."

"On the contrary, I owe you so much. You are the first person in eight years to treat me like a human being, to not make me feel like an absolute freak, to treat me with respect. It has been too long since I have been treated like that."

"You know they will more than likely kill me anyway?"

"I know. I'm sorry, this is entirely my fault. But can I ask, doesn't it scare you, the thought you might not get out of this?" Spencer found himself saying.

"Am I scared, a small bit, but I signed up for this, you didn't."

"I nearly did." He thought of the life he could have led, if he had joined the FBI and in turn the BAU, were it not for the two men who had just exited the room.

"I can see what Jason saw in you, he and I had a tendency not to see eye to eye on a lot of things. You're a lot tougher than you look kid. Thought I have to say, you don't seem one bit bothered about their promise to kill you."

"We all die."

"So that brings me back to the point, why would you give them the information you had, it will lead them to her grave, which they seem all too happy to desecrate."

"Because it is the right thing to do and I know she'd think the same." Spencer was confident in his answer. "Her favourite poem of the twentieth century; was "Do not stand at my grave and weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye. I believe she believed in the sentiment of that poem, at least I hope she did, now more than ever."

They sound of footfalls caught their attention, and within moments, Donny was back in the room once more. "Where is she buried?"

"How the hell would I know?" snapped Spencer. "As I mentioned previously, I was stuck in sanatoriums until yesterday.

"Both parents are buried in Saint Matthew's cemetery, Silver Springs, Maryland." David informed the two men, earning him looks of upmost confusion. "It was in your case file." Was all David gave in the way of an explanation. Their tormentor left once more without another word.

There they waited, it had been mid-afternoon when they had gone to the bank, it was at least six in the evening now. Spencer knew what they were doing, they were going to wait until nightfall, when the cemetery would be empty, and no one would see them and their horrific deed. He could hear them nearby, then after an hour, silence. He looked to Rossi, who seemed as fascinated by the lack of sound as he was. They were forced to wait longer again, before the men returned, with shovels and a pickaxe.

Spencer had wondered were they going to be left tied to their chairs while the two men went to the cemetery, or would they dispose of them now. However, the question was answered for him when he counted three shovels. They were going to be brought along, and worse still, they were going to be forced to help. It made him want to throw up, but he refrained, if he were to be disposed of now and the jewel was not where he assumed it was, he worried about what it would mean for Agent Rossi. As much as he wanted to avoid the soon to be situation, he knew he had to at least stay around to ensure the greatest chance of the other man's survival.

After another while, he smelt food, only then did he realise how hungry he was, he had not eaten all day, nor had Rossi, and looking at the older man, he was pretty sure he was not used to crappy hospital food. In fact, the memory of last night's lasagne told him that he was used to the finer things, so he knew Rossi was hungry too.

"Don't worry about me, I was in 'Nam, I've done stakeouts and I have trailed an Unsub across eight states on a twelve hour car chase, I am more than able to go a while without eating." Smiled Rossi. Spencer cocked his head slightly wondering how the man had known what he was thinking. "Best in the business, that's why I'm still here, remember?"

Spencer nodded sadly. It was why this agent was here, but not the one posted outside of his home, he was just glad it was just one agent and not more. Though he was not a religious man, he found himself praying that what Rossi had said about Agent Morgan was true, that he had been wearing his Kevlar and was alright.

He had estimated that it was approaching nine at night when the two men joined them once more. Charlie's body had gone an odd waxy colour and what blood remained in it had pooled to the parts closest the floor giving those areas a blue-ish tinge. Spencer estimated that he had lost at least six pints of blood based on the size of the blood pool around him. The two men merely threw a tarp cover over their once companion, before each taking a captive and pushing them towards the door and back towards their SUV. Donny returned inside, Larry meanwhile, pointed the gun to Spencer's head to keep both men under control while the other retrieved the digging materials. The shovels and axe were placed in the back seat, while the two captives were placed in the trunk again. Spencer grimaced, it was going to be an uncomfortable journey for roughly an hour. They were going to be severely bruised after this, though he knew it was the very least of their problems.

The trunk was closed after they were covered with a stinking old piece of plastic. He heard the men get into the car and the journey began again. As suspected, the men did not take their time, he prayed the police would stop them, but knowing his luck the last thirty-six hours, he very much doubted it. They were getting closer and closer to their destination, and as they did, he tried to prepare himself for what had to be done. Morbid and horrific thoughts he never wanted to think entered his mind, the rate of decomposition in an embalmed body, what would decompose first, what it would look like, he shook his head violently to try to get the grotesque images out of his head. All he could do was plead for his mother to forgive what was about to happen and hope that death came soon after for him, he couldn't bear the thought of everything that was going to happen.

He looked to Rossi, barely able to make out the outline of the other man in the darkness. What had he gotten him into. He knew it was his fault the man was going to die, they would not leave him alive, he was a genius, he knew the odds of the other man surviving, he just wished he could prevent it.

It took an hour, just as he estimated, to get to their destination. Spencer could hear one of the men getting something from the backseat of the car, he assumed it was a bolt cutter when he heard a snap and the fall of a metal chain before the sound of heavy metal gates opening and the car moving forward slowly. The sound of tyres on gravel always seemed nice to Spencer, now it was a foreboding and ominous sound. The car stopped and the doors opened. Spencer inhaled deeply preparing himself for what came next. The trunk opened and their covering removed.

"Your friends were looking for you Agent, too bad we left their sorry asses in DC. They have no idea that they let you pass right under their noses." Sneered Donny. Spencer's stomach felt so heavy, they were so close to the FBI and they had never known it. He wondered would the agents ever know.

"Now where in this shithole are they?" Larry demanded.

"How in the name of fuck would we know that?" Rossi asked.

"Cemeteries in this state are organised by year, find the area put aside for 2004 would be a start." Spencer tilted his head towards the information sign beside them. Donny walked over and read it. Larry once more keeping charge of the two men with the use of a gun.

"About four hundred meters on the left." Stated Donny as he returned, he grabbed two shovels and pushed David in front of him. The Italian walked obediently. Looking around for the two names as they came to the right section. Spencer followed with Larry bringing up the rear. They spent twenty-five minutes searching the section before Spencer's throat tightened as he read the headstone bearing his parents' names, and looked down at the bare plot. It gutted him to see no wreath on their grave, no sign that even one of them was sorely missed.