(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it's charceters)

It's the finale! I hope you've all loved this story as much as I have loved writing it. I sincerely hope it lives up to expectations, I was sat in a hotel bed alone trying to sleep and instead I decided to figure out how this would end and what you're reading is the story that played out in my head.

This is a bit of an AU, only slightly. In this story Diane Reid's dementia isn't revealed with Cat Adams, but instead with my OC.

Thank you all for your reviews, the support and loyalty has been overwhelming.

I must apologise sincerely for the delay. I could've written this all really quick, but I wanted to add something unexpected and I needed to go through the whole story and see if it would fit in. I'm finishing it up now and I hope it was worth the wait.

You'll see why this chapter took so long, it's my longest chapter ever! Almost 7k words!

I'm really nervous what you guys will think...I hope the story line is alright.

Enjoy!

11.27am

The teams arrived at the crime scene along with several officers for protection.

"Are we sure this is connected to Wolf?" Morgan asked, kneeling next to the body. The victim had been shot in the back of the head.

"There's CCTV which reveals it was Jason and I was told there was another note". Micheal looked over at the first responding officers who came over with a plastic bag.

"He's devolving", muttered Morgan, frowning at the overwhelming evidence that Wolf had left in his wake.

"I take it you're CSI?" Micheal revealed his badge and the officer nodded. "This was left on the body, I don't understand what it means. Maybe you will". He handed the bag to Micheal and Stanley, Morgan and Emily gathered around to get a closer look.

The note was another illustration. It showed 14 bottles on a brick wall. All the bottles had animated eyes drawn on them. Underneath this drawing was a second image, similar to the first with a few key changes. One of the bottles was lay smashed on the floor, the eyes closed and a pool of water surrounding it. Another bottle was lay also in pieces with it's eyes closed in another puddle; this one was red, and the bottle had a small hole on one of the shards of glass to represent where a bullet had destroyed it. Two of the other bottles had fallen off the wall and the image portrayed them in free fall, their eyes wide and scared and a piece of tape wrapped around the lower part of the bottle.

"Another representation of us", sighed Stanley.

"Those two are Mara and Alex, but I don..." Emily paused.

"Perhaps he is warning us that there will be two victims next", suggested Stanley, Micheal looked up at his detective doubtfully. Morgan squinted at the image when a lightbulb went off.

"This is a distraction",he burst out; perplexed. "He didn't follow his usual MO, he left way too much evidence, which could suggest he's becoming disorganised, but he wanted us to come here. He must of been in a rush, which is why he didn't follow his normal procedure". Babbled Morgan, his words trying to catch up with his through process.

"Why would he want us to come here so soon? Is he trying to finish this? Finish us?" Stanley asked. Emily's eyes widened and she glanced at Morgan.

"Those bottles, they must be Reid and Hotch! He sent us on a wild goose chase so he could get to them! Oh god! We shouldn't have left them", Morgan was already on the phone, whilst Micheal and Stanley gaped at them.

"We can't be completely sure. He may be trying to scare us with the threat of taking more of us out", suggested Micheal, gulping nervously. No one seemed to be listening to the leader.

"Rossi? Rossi, I need you to go back to the hospital, now. Take back up. I don't know, Dave! But if you don't get there soon something will."

11.43am

Hotch sat in the back of the car, watching Spencer. His drug induced body was prepared to hit Spencer if he woke up, but his true self (hidden beneath the drug) wanted to hug the agent. If he was in control tears would've been rolling down his cheeks. Spencer was going to be killed, like Alex, and it was his fault; he couldn't save her and this time he led Spencer straight to his death, your fault, he hissed to himself.

11.47am

Rossi barged through the hospital doors, JJ and Garcia scurrying after him.

"You two take Reid's room, I'll check Hotch's", Rossi motioned one of the backup officers to follow him and the other two went with JJ and Penelope.

Rossi jogged to Hotch's room and knocked on the door. Hotch didn't reply and Rossi's heart picked up into a rapid pace. He rammed the handle down and threw the door open, aiming his gun into the empty room. The bed was unmade and a couple of the pillows lay strewn across the floor. Rossi cursed himself. You're too late, he thought.

"Where is he?" The officer asked, lowering his weapon and scowling around the room.

"That's something I'd like to know too", grumbled Rossi, exiting the room and heading for Reid's.

He saw Garcia stumble from the room and he power walked over to her hunched form.

"What is it Garcia?" He questioned in a peculiarly high voice that made the Italian sound like a prepubescent teen.

"H...he's not there, Rossi! He's gone and there...oh Rossi, there's blood... where's Hotch?" She gazed up at him hopefully, a tear sliding down her cheeks, smudging the pink eyeliner encasing her lower eyelid. Rossi shook his head sadly and Garcia's breath caught in her throat as she attempted to quell a sob. Rossi rubbed her shoulder, but with the anger boiling inside him, he knew he wasn't going to be a very comforting person, so he left her mid sob and turned to Reid's room.

There was a small trail of blood from the bed to the IV stand and a long skid of blood decorated the cream wall. At the end of the bed was another puddle of blood and a vase that was shattered across the floor. JJ was staring at the blood, her body visibly shaking.

"Surely..." her voice trembled as she spoke. "Surely they'd of heard...the shots." She looked bitterly at the blood. She'd already lost Alex, as well as believing she'd lost Spencer, she couldn't lose him again.

"Wolf is one organised son of a bitch. Knowing him, he Probably had a silencer on his gun." Rossi attempted to explain.

"Do you..do you think it's his blood? Spencer's I mean", she mumbled, looking over at Rossi, her blue eyes full of sadness and pain.

"No. Hotch is missing too. It's probably his as well".

12.37pm

Spencer drifted from out of the numbing darkness and a deep ache began radiating from the back of his head. His whole body felt exceedingly sore, especially his face.

He cracked open his eyes and to his surprise a dim light greeted him, as opposed to the bright artificial light he'd woken up to the previous day. He tried to open his eyes wider, but they rebelled against the action, forcing his eyelids back closed.

"Mrumpf", the sound awoke Reid's ears and he pried his eyes open and slowly turned his head around, wincing as he disturbed the throb in his head. His eyes skirted the room and they caught a figure. He blinked a few times to have a clearer view. It was Hotch.

Hotch's hands were tied tightly behind his back, and his legs were cable tied in front of him, a thick strip of tape covering his lips.

"Hotch?" Spencer croaked, and everything came back to him at once and he gasped at the bombarding memories. He tried to stand and found himself bound to a chair.

"No, no, no..." his head filled with images of the shed in the cemetery and burning fish guts asulted his nostrils.

"Mmmrph", Hotch yelled through the gag and tape. Reid's eyes took on a terrified and clouded look. "Mmmed!" He tried calling his name, but the same noise just kept coming through. Spencer's eyes finally broke away from the ropes tying him down and he looked over at Hotch,flinching slightly when Hotch attempted to call out again.

"Is it you, Hotch?" He whispered, locking eyes with his boss. Hotch nodded. "We're going to die here, aren't we?" Spencer whimpered. Hotch frowned and shook his head vigorously.

"Mmmmh!" Hotch snapped. "Mmmmm, mmnt mrrpf" it was hopeless, he slumped back into the wall. Spencer closed his eyes and a small tear fell from the left one.

The door groaned open and Jason Wolf staggered in, a wide smile decorating his sharp, angular face.

"Ah, Agents! Good to see you're finally awake. I bet you're wishing you never got involved with my old team." He cracked his knuckles and made his way to Spencer.

12.50pm

"I want you to send officers to these locations", Rossi ordered to the county sheriff, who nodded curtly and turned to his men. Micheal frowned and stepped up to Rossi.

"Surely we should be taking those locations. If Wolf is there then we should be bringing him in", insisted Harper, crossing his arms.

"He's not there", Rossi said simply, pushing past Micheal and confronting his team.

"What do you mean?" Stanley asked.

"He knows that we're onto him, he won't go to any location that could have a connection to him", sighed Morgan, rubbing his head.

"Then where is he?" They all turned their heads to see Amelia stood in the threshold of the conference room. Her eyes were puffy and red from harsh tears, burning her skin.

"We don't know", blubbed Garcia, wiping her own eyes.

"Well you make sure you find them, bring Spencer and Hotch home", her lip trembled and she returned to her desk, where she'd been sat for most of the last few days.

Harper's phone buzzed.

"Shit, I have a report I need to sign back at the sheriffs department. Stan, will you cover for me?" Stanley looked a little crestfallen, but muttered "sure" all the same.

"So where do we start?" Stanley inquired, giving Rossi a hopeful and determined look.

"We need to find anyone who may have a connection to Wolf. I don't think he could do any of this alone, he's always been one step ahead of us."

1.03pm

"I know everything about you and your team, Dr Reid", announced Wolf, after he finished laying out his tools and cleaning the knives methodically. "I was instantly drawn to you and your boss here."

"What do you want?" Spat Spencer. Wolf continued as if Spencer hadn't spoken.

"I asked myself; What is Dr Spencer Reid afraid of?" Wolf started pacing again. "Is it the memories of your kidnap. Are you afraid of Tobias Hankel? But then I found out he was dead. You certainly put a literal spin of the "kill your own demons" quote. So it couldn't be him. And that also wrote Jack Callen from the running considering you killed him as well. I certainly wouldn't want to become your demon", chuckled Jason.

"Tell me Spencer, what scares you". Spencer remained stubbornly silent. He knew exactly why Wolf wanted that information. He had to keep Wolf guessing. Maybe his team would find them. How? Hissed his brain, proabilty and logic were not working in his favour.

"You're pretty interesting. The rest of your team are easier to understand. Miss Garcia is terrified of birds. Pretty little Emily is claustrophobic. Agent Rossi is pretty scared of snakes. Lovely Jenifer is shit scared of the woods. And as for Agent Hotchner, he is afraid of Peter Lewis. But you, you're a mystery." Spencer's eye twitched with rage.

"Now tell me," he waltzed over to Hotch and held a knife he had stuck in his back pocket into his neck. "What is Spencer Reid scared of?" Spencer swallowed thickly as the knife drew a droplet of blood.

"Stop, stop, okay I'll tell you, just don't hurt him!" He begged.

"I'm afraid of the dark. Okay?", breathed Spencer, Jason, however, kept the knife to Hotch's neck.

"Dr Reid, that is the most boring fear there is. It's something only children should fear. No, I want your biggest fear." Jason stood and walked over to the lights, plugging them into complete darkness. Spencer gasped, his head flicking from side to side. The light came back on and he breathed deeply again.

"See. You're barely scared of the dark. You must of overcome it", his said in a wistful way.

"Besides how can I kill you with darkness." He repositioned the knife on Hotch's neck. Reid's lip trembled. "I've already made Aaron face his worst nightmare, so don't think I won't slice through his windpipe."

"You..you can't control my real fear", stuttered Reid desperately. "And you certainly can't kill me with it." Spencer mumbled, sighing when Jason took the knife from Hotch's neck.

"Well come on then Dr Reid", he bent down as if he was talking to a child and he spoke amicably. "Don't keep us in suspense now". Reid licked his lips, his eyes flicking to Hotch who was watching Spencer like a hawk.

"My uh... my Mother..."

"Oh you don't need to tell me about her. She's a crazy isn't she?"

"I don't understand what you mean by "a crazy", my mother has a disease, she isn't part of a cult", Reid explained shakily and Jason laughed heartily.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night with the knowledge that you put her in the insane asylum". Jason narrowed his eyes and smirked, waiting for an explosive reaction.

"My mother lives in a controlled environment which allows her to live the best she can with her schizophrenia. She's in a place that can best help her. I'm sorry Mr Wolf, but it seems you don't know me as well as you thought". Jason's jaw jutted out and he marched up to Spencer and grabbed a handful of his brown curls in a rough fist, backhanding him hard across the face. Spencer's head jerked to the right, but with his hair held tightly, his pain doubled.

"Don't get smart with me. You still haven't answered the question", he revealed the knife from his belt. Spencer swallowed thickly, re-wetting his lips.

"Schizophrenia is a hereditary condition. That means I have a pretty good chance of adopting her condition. That used to be my biggest fear; developing schizophrenia . However I am now past the age that it would typically present itself in males. I wasn't scared of it as much as I used to be. But recently I found out that my mother is in the early stages of dementia. Within a few years she will have forgotten I am her son..."

"Boo hoo, poor Spencey!" Hotch had been watching Reid closely. He hadn't known about the dementia, he couldn't understand why Reid wouldn't tell him something like that. Spencer avoided his eyes, feeling tears well in his own tawny eyes.

"So, what? You're scared of her forgetting you?" Jason snarled, with no compassion.

"No. It's inevitable with the disease that she will forget. I'm...devastated with it, but I'm not scared of it." Spencer replied strongly, holding his head high.

"Ahh, wait. I've got it!" Grinned Jason triumphantly. "Have you been tested?" Hotch's eyes grew wide and he watched how Spencer looked down sadly.

"No. I'm too young." He whispered simply.

"Ho ho! Your mother gave you a pretty shit hand in life didn't she. I mean your dad didn't help, but at least he didn't carry any diseases, oh aaaaand he's dead so he's not really a..."

"Shut up".

"Excuse me?" Jason chuckled in shock.

"Don't talk about my parents", Spencer hissed.

"Face it Spencer, they were both failures in your life and look what's become of you!" Laughed Jason.

"You wouldn't know anything. You're a sick and twisted excuse for a human being", Reid yanked on his bounds, desperate to attack Wolf. Jason turned his back on Spencer's little rant and examined the tools he had sat on the table. Reid panted harshly after his sudden outburst.

"You know Dr Reid, you're right, there isn't much I can do to make you face your biggest fear. I'd have to let you live if I were to allow you to experience it, and I'm not planning on letting you survive this. So instead I'll just have my own fun with you." He grinned hungrily at Spencer as if he was a piece of meat for him to rip into. "Seeing as you told me your secret, I think it's only fair if I share my own little secret." He grinned suspiciously.

"Did you ever wonder how I got all of my information?" Spencer's eyes lifted and he frowned at Wolf, he had wondered that. "As much as I'd love to accept credit, I really should come clean. I didn't do this all by myself. And I'm not talking about my lowlife son, I was glad to be rid of that one. No. I had someone much better. In fact, you know him", Spencer's glower deepened as his mind raced for answers.

"I would even say you looked up to the guy", Reid's face contorted into one of upmost confusion. Hotch tried to yell behind his tape again. "Oh do shut up agent Hotchner, your input is not needed here. I will deal with you after Dr Reid," Wolf folded his arms and knelt in front of the chair Spencer was attached to.

"Actually, He should be here any minute. He was desperate to see your reaction", Wolf grinned, his face exceedingly close to Reid's. Spencer's jaw tightened, don't upset him, don't upset him, his brain cried, but his body had a different idea. Reid gathered a bolus of saliva in his mouth and launched it at the Cheshire Cat grin in front of his face. Bullseye! Wolf stumbled back, falling hard on his backside. He growled loudly as he pushed his hands beneath him and threw himself to his feat.

"You little..." he wiped his face roughly and staggered forward. His hands grabbed Spencer and shoved him back hard. The chair rocked on its legs before crashing backwards into the concrete. Reid squeezed his eyes shut as the breath was knocked out of him. Reid could hear Hotch screaming through the tape as Jason lifted his foot to land a kick in the side of Reid's head.

"STOP! Don't let your anger take over." The kick never reached Spencer's body and he cracked his eyes open to catch a glance at his saviour. His heart skipped a beat.

Micheal Harper stood in the doorway, his eyes on Jason.

Jason panted and nodded, backing away from Spencer.

"H..Harper. Get us out of here! Quickly, he...he's devolving." Harper simply looked at him. A smile spreading across his face.

"I'm not here to help you Spencer."

12.57pm (back in time)

Amelia wiped her eyes for what felt like the a hundredth time. Stop crying, her head reprimanded. She sniffled and watched as her boss took off out of the office, he appeared to be in a bit of a hurry. She looked out the window watching how he got to his car and slammed his cellphone into the ground. She frowned when he slumped against the car.

She looked at the conference room and found her friends busy; bustling around pinning pictures and string to the board. She chewed her lip and slipped out from her desk, making her way outside. She watched from the entrance as Harper grabbed his phone angrily and stormed into his car. This isn't right, she thought. She glanced around and tiptoed to her own car; sliding in. Harper's car squealed from the parking lot and she started her own engines and followed. She kept a good distance between her and her boss, though she had to go pretty fast to keep up with his frantic speed.

"What am I doing?" She whimpered. She had become a suspicious wreck. She'd blamed Spencer and now she was tailing her own boss of almost 8 years.

She remained his shadow until she realised where they were going: Harper's apartment. Why would he be going home with what we have going on. He turned into his lot and parked up, practically launching himself from his car and heading inside. Another car stood next to Harper's, one that Amelia had never seen before. She parked a little away from the appartment block and snuck towards the cars.

She thought to ring Stanley and ask why Harper had gone home, but then she imagined the coneverstation she'd have to have, explaining as to why she was following her own boss.

Amelia peeked into the car beside Micheal's, deciding she'd come this far she might as well finish snooping. Nothing seemed out of place in the front, the leather seats were worn and torn and a small American flag stood in the centre of the dashboard. She pressed her face against the back window. The two seats were stained with blood, thick crimson still painted the one in a small puddle.

"Shit", she hissed; glancing up at the apartment building and back at the car. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and scampered toward the building.

1.15pm

Reid stared in bewilderment. Micheal helped Wolf? Micheal helped Wolf! His brain put the pieces together, but it made his stomach turn more violently at the revelation.

"Did you find out so we can get this over with", Micheal asked Jason, heading to a chest of drawers

"Why? Why would you do this!? He killed Mara! Y..you..You support that?" Croaked Reid, his eyes full of betrayal.

"Why I did it is none of your concern. But yes, I support him." Micheal kept his back turned on Spencer.

"She was innocent!"

"The hell she was", snapped Jason. "Who do you think reported me after that incident huh? It sure as shit wasn't Micheal."

"So this is revenge? Why do you care so much about us then, or the rest of my team?" Spencer questioned, his brain trying to wrap around the men's thinking.

"You got involved", snarled Jason.

"Mrrrmpf!" Hotch yelled.

"You called us, Micheal!" Spencer cried. Jason paused and looked over to Micheal.

"Why? It would've been a hell of a lot easier if you hadn't", he frowned, Micheal sighed and turned to his partner.

"Why do you think! Bloody director was up my ass to call them in an..." Jason put up a hand to silence him, chortling quietly.

"Oh I remember that bitch well. Not to worry, you won't be working for her much longer." Micheal swallowed thickly.

"Just get it over with. I can't keep them off your scent much longer", Micheal finished rummaging in the drawers, pulling out large rolls of plastic wrap and throwing them at Jason. "I still need to live here so don't make a mess..." Jason stroked a hand down Micheal's back, quietening him.

"Do we have to take them all out? I don't think I can wait much longer. Let's just finish these two off and get out of here", he breathed into Harper's ear. Harper pulled away, coughing uncomfortably.

"No! I don't care about the FBI, but Stanley was there and the rest of them are equally guilty." He hissed harshly. Then he spoke quieter and softer, near to Wolf's ear. "They have to pay for what they did to you; to us." Spencer's lip trembled.

"You...you did this f..for love?" He whimpered, looking to Harper, who grinned cruelly.

"Do you have a problem with our type of love?" Glowered Jason.

"N..no!" Stuttered Spencer honestly, but all too quickly. Micheal laughed.

"You really wanna know our plans don't cha?" Snorted Micheal, Spencer continued to stare at him.

"Mike..." Jason started warningly, but Harper interrupted him.

"No, no Jason, who are we to deny a man his final request," Harper sighed, pushing his hair back and leaning an elbow on Jason, directing his attention on the young man in front of him.

"It's not nice being lied to is it James, oh sorry, I mean Spencer. Really I haven't done anything you haven't..."

"I haven't been an accessory to murder!" Blurted Spencer before he could contain himself.

"You dropped Callen from that building, oh and who shot Tobias Hankel?"

"That was..."

"Revenge?" Jason cut in, grinning. "Admit it Dr Reid, you are no better than us and you know it." Spencer looked down at his feet, his brain already trying to convince him otherwise. Hotch shouted through his gag. Don't listen, he thought, seeing the guilt in Reid's eyes.

"So Spencer, apart from revenge, we are in fact doing this for love, as you so poetically put it." Micheal smiled over at Jason, who blushed slightly.

"Me and Jason started a relationship a year before the incident. We kept it from the team for fear that they wouldn't accept us. They certainly didn't accept Jason; they'd bitch about him whenever he was in his office, (which was a lot)." Micheal shook his head angrily.

"I tried to convince the director that the kid Jason shot was completely necessary, but they couldn't look past the victims injuries, and the fact our team put in a great word for Jason here, inevitably getting him fired." Micheal rolled his eyes, the very words disgusting him.

"It has been 7 years! 7 years of sneaking around to see each other. 7 years of working with a team I despise. 7 years of hell! Something had to give."

"Jason killed innocent people", argued Reid.

"That was my plan, do not blame Jason for something I asked him to do! Besides it was good for him to let out a bit of his built up anger." Micheal explained.

"The first was the hardest, but I got a feel for it. It made me feel...so...so good", added Wolf, sighing with pleasure.

"And what? You plan on getting away with this?" Chided Spencer, which elicited a roar of laughter from the two older men.

"What we plan is to take back those 7 years. Leave the country, start a new life." Jason smiled over to Harper as he said it.

"You actually think you will get away with this", It was Spencer's turn to laugh. "Jason, what about your son? Are you just going to let him rot in prison?"

"You think I care about him. He's just collateral damage. I feel nothing for him".

Micheal chotled, putting his hands in his pockets.

"We will get away with this Spencer. It's a pity you'll never be able to witness the first time you were wrong." He handed a pair of rubber evidence gloves to Jason.

"I'm heading back before anyone gets suspicious. Take care of them both and dump them somewhere, I couldn't care where, just get them out of the way." Jason saluted like a soldier, grinning happily.

Spencer began to struggle again, realising that this was it.

1.31pm

Amelia got to the apartment door, taking out a bobby pin in her hair, ready to break in. She pushed down on the handle, just to check and the door swung open to her surprise. She grappled the handle quickly, peeking her head inside and finding no one in sight of the door.

Amelia crept inside the apartment, the sound of voices sent her ducking behind a door. She steadied her breathing and focused on the voices.

"7 years of hell!" That was Micheal's voice, she was sure of it. More voices; they were quieter and she couldn't make them out. It had to be at least 10 more minutes before she heard someone's footsteps heading in her direction. She held her breath. The door slammed shut and the voices began again.

"Don't you dare touch him!" She heard someone yell, it sounded like Hotch.

Amelia bit her lip and slid out from behind the door, crouching low and crawling to the room filled with scared and angry voices. She peeped around the door and came across Micheal's living room, bathed in dim light, the curtains drawn tightly. In the centre of the room was a chair that held Spencer, roped in place. Hotch was against a wall just a few metres from Amelia's hiding spot in the threshold. Jason was crouched over Hotch, balling up a gag and flinging it over his shoulder.

"Calm down! As soon as I'm done with him you're next. Wait your turn agent". Amelia took the volume of his voice as an opportunity to creep further into the room. She ducked behind the island in the small kitchen area, that was also situated in Harper's living room. Do something, her brain demanded. She glanced around, her eyes catching a lighter on the counter opposite, standing atop a gas cooker.

"I've been thinking Dr Reid," Spencer's eyes flitted to the older man, Hotch panting with anger. "It's all about your brain with you. You were scared of losing your mind and now of it forgetting everything you've ever known. You are afraid of your own mind," Jason annouced triumphantly.

Amelia reached up and pulled down the lighter quickly, praying she hadn't been seen. Hotch saw a small hand grab the lighter and his eyes went wide. He finally felt something he'd been missing all day; hope.

"So I figured to make you face that fear, I have to destroy your mind", Jason ran a hand through Spencer's hair a smacked the back of his head harshly. "Then I thought of what can kill brain cells. Blunt force trauma?" He slammed his balled fist into the side of Spencer's head, causing him to yelp and groan.

"Then I had an amazing idea!" He rummaged through a bag he had placed beside the chair and revealed a taser, holding it out proudly. "I hear this bad boy is pretty good at obliterating brain cells", Spencer's body quivered; he'd been tazered before and it wasn't something he wanted to experience again.

Jason headed towards the kitchen, drenching a rag in water from the island's tap. Hotch held his breath, hoping against all hope that Wolf didn't see whoever was behind the counter. Jason walked back, none the wiser.

Amelia opened the cupboard as quietly as she could, finding only cleaning products. She pulled open the one next to it and found pans, but a large bottle caught her eyes. She reached in silently and carefully extracted a bottle half full of Jack Daniels. She looked from the alcohol to the lighter, her eyes lighting up with an idea.

Jason approached Spencer with the cloth. Spencer bucked to try and get away, but the cool rag moistened the skin on his neck.

"Please... you don't have to..." Spencer began to beg, but Jason tsked at him.

"Don't bother", he sighed.

"Don't you da..." Hotch was interrupted by a piercing scream belonging to Spencer. Hotch's eyes flicked up to find Reid convulsing in his chair, Jason holding a taser to his neck.

"NO STOP!" He shrieked.

Amelia couldn't stand the scream of the only man she'd ever loved. She decided to put her, albeit rushed, plan into action. She stood up, gaining Hotch's attention and lit the sleeve she'd ripped from her top and dipped in alcohol.

The tazer was taken away from Spencer's neck and he heaved out a shaky breath. His eyes caught Amelia lighting a sliver of cloth.

"Y..y'know what wolves a..are a..afraid of", he stammered, trying to sit up normally. Amelia dropped the lit fabric into the bottle.

"huh?" Jason paused from jabbing Spencer with the taser.

"Fire!" Hissed Spencer with a grin. Amelia threw the bottle just as Wolf turned in her diection.

The bottle connected with Wolfs shoulder smashing in a burst of flames, lighting up Jason's body like a Christmas tree.

Spencer gasped, turning his head.

Jason roared in agony, waving his arms around as the flames spread over his rib cage and down to his legs.

Spencer closed his eyes as the smell of burning flesh perforated his nostrils. Tobias, he thought, pushing back the images.

Amelia stood watching as Wolf burnt. Hotch sat and watched.

"HELP!" Gargled Jason's throaty voice. No one moved. Jason finally saw sense when he caught sight of his flesh and blood meting and bubbling from his bone, he dropped to the floor and rolled. Chunks of charcoled flesh and clothing falling from him. The rolling stopped after a few more seconds and silence ensued.

"Shit.." breathed Amelia, looking at the two living men. They smiled at her and she made her way over to them. She heaved the ropes from around spencer and cut the cable ties around Hotch's wrists and feet.

She yanked her cellphone from out her back pocket and her fingers trembled over the keys. She was about to text Stanley, but stopped herself. What if he's working for them too, she thought, though she doubted that her mentor and friend would, but after the Haper reveal she couldn't take that chance. She text Conner.

"We have to get back, Micheal is still out there", Amelia insisted.

"I'll stay here and call the cops, I'll explain why you guys left", offered Hotch, who didn't feel like getting off the floor and taking on Harper.

"Y...you gonna b..be okay?" Stuttered Spencer, getting to his feet unsteadily and holding the wall for balance.

"I'm fine. Get this son of a bitch," he Looked at them both with sad eyes, "for Mara and Alex".

2pm

Rossi's phone vibrated and he frowned at the unknown caller ID.

"Agent Ro..."

"Dave, I..it's Micheal! R..Rossi is he there with y..you? He's working for W..Wolf." Rossi glanced up at Harper's office, the blinds closed. Harper had been hibernating in there since he'd arrived 15 minutes before.

"Guys!" He rushed to his team the phone still pressed to his ear. "It's Reid! He's alive! He said Harper is involved!"

"Rossi y.. have to t..take him out, we are coming in now. Jason's dead." Spencer's voice came through the phone as Rossi put him on speaker.

"No thats..that's not possible", mumbled Stanley.

"Please, y..you have to believe me..." Spencer started.

"Stanley I followed him to his apartment and Jason was there with Spencer and Aaron. Please trust us", Amelia's desperate voice cut in. Stanley looked up at the office and closed his eyes, how could the man he'd worked with for most of his life be involved? But something in Amelia's voice convinced him just enough.

"I'll do it. He was my friend." Stanley got to his feet and took a step towards Harper's office. The door barged open and in stumbled Reid and Amelia, both staring up at Harper's office. Micheal came out of his office, gun in hand turning towards the room. Stanley almost slipped off his feet when a gunshot rang out.

2.02pm

They rushed into the building and up the stairs, Reid struggling with his injured leg.

They fell through the door looking up at Harper's office, just as the man yanked open his door and raised his gun back into his office.

A loud boom echoed followed by a shocked silence.

Amelia lowered her gun.

Micheal Harper's gun clattered to the floor as he crumbled to his knees, swaying for a few seconds before collapsing onto his front, a hefty pool of blood trickling out from under him.

Conner Jacobs stood over the body, a smoking gun still clamped in his white knuckles. His teeth gritted together as he panted through them.

"Drop the gun, son", muttered Stanley, making his way to the young man. Conner kept the gun raised.

"I...I got him. Amelia text me, I..I confronted him... he pulled a gun on me... but...but I got him", he mumbled.

"You sure did, now give me the gun", Stanley held his hands toward Conner to take the gun away. Conner looked at the older man and sighed, handing the gun over.

"He was going to kill us. I..I had to do it Stanley..." he cried, a pleading look about his grey eyes.

"I know you did. You did a good job", assured Stanley, patting the younger mans shoulder.

Spencer fell back into a nearby wall and closed his eyes in relief. Amelia broke down into tears; tears of relief as well as loss.

"It's over", Stanley simpered, leaning his body heavily against the railing and looking down at the body of his former boss. Boss no more, he thought.

"You two have a lot of explaining!" Morgan quipped. "But first, just tell me Hotch is okay."

"He stayed with Jason's body at the crime scene. No doubt he'll be coming here before the hospital", smiled Amelia. With that Morgan heaved a sigh of relief and gathered an exhausted Reid into his arms.

"I am never...ever letting you put of my sight ever again", he beamed, pushing his face into Reid's neck and breathing in the smell of his hair.

"Never", Spencer whispered back.

3.12 pm

The whole team were reunited, Hotch having convinced an officer to take him to the precinct instead of a hospital. The body's were now cleared away, never to be seen again, (they hoped.)

They were now experiencing the calm after the storm; reflecting on their loses. In fact as soon as Hotch had arrived 17 minutes prior, they'd all shed tears over Alex and Mara. They also cried with relief and triumph. And they thanked god it was all finally over.

"Let's go home", grinned Hotch.

"No home. Hospital first", insisted Rossi, his eyes said 'do not argue' and Hotch's smile soon faded.

"But I'm fine", Hotch whined.

"You're still running on adrenaline. Besides you need to rest."

"Uh, I think someone's already taking advantage of that", giggled JJ, pointing to Mara's old desk. Spencer had his head lay across his arms, his shoulders rising and falling steadily.

"Dibbs not waking him", quipped Morgan.

"That's a job for you", smirked JJ, turning to an unsuspecting Penelope.

"Oh I see how it is. Throw your own goddess into the deep end", she took a deep breath. "Pray for me my doves."

So that's it. Oh god I pray that this lived up to expectations, it took a lot of my brain to try and twist and turn it, which is why it took longer than expected.

I know I could've done so much more, and explained things a title better, but the size of this chapter was getting out of hand. But hey, that leaves room for a few special chapters. In the reviews tell me something you'd like to know about this chapter of storyline and I'll think about doing some extra chapters.

Thank you everyone who reviewed, and I'll just address the most recent (which I haven't addressed yet):

Tannerrose5, thank you for all your reviews and I'm sorry about that mixup, I did change it, my mind was a little confused at the time.

Sarry22, I'm so glad you liked this trilogy, thank you for reviewing, I do hope this was exciting!

Oh and ahowell1993, badass Spencer is the best! I wish they'd portray him as one in the show more often.

And to everyone else:

Criminalmindsaddict16 and the cmpreston619.

There could be an epilogue coming to this, but I don't think I will extend this trilogy anymore.

It's been a whirlwind, thank you for joining me on it!