Hey guys sorry for the delay in the update, I feel really bad. Thank you though for all the reviews and views, it makes me enjoy writing this even more, sorry for any mistakes and I hope you enjoy this chapter.:)

p.s- I thought I'd add a bit of Reid because he's been a bit forgotten. Enjoy;)

Chapter 9: failure.

For the rest of the day I mainly just watched tv. Dad kept checking up on me to make sure I was alright and JJ even talked to me for a bit, thanking me for sorting out Will and Henry. Around six I got extremely bored so decided to play my guitar seeing as there was nothing better to do. I was started playing and singing the acoustic of 'price tag' when I heard footsteps behind me. For the second time that day my heart went into my mouth and I was prepared to face a robber or an unsub. However, when I turned around I was extremely surprised to see a smiling familiar face leaning against the door.

"Dad." I said, dropping my guitar and giving him a hug. "What are you doing back, I thought you were still on the case?"

"It was an easy case, over quickly with no casualties, thank god. I also wanted to surprise you." He said happily.

"We'll you did, thank you. But your lucky you didn't come any closer I nearly killed Henry today when he came in here." I laughed, I was so happy dad was back, I wasn't to keen on spending the night on my own.

"Oh yes I heard about that. How on earth did you get Henry to tell Will, he's always been so stubborn." Dad joked.

"Easy, I just told him he couldn't watch the rest of Finding Nemo if he didn't." I joked back.

"Darn, if only I'd known that when he was younger." Dad said happily.

"So do you want to get a takeaway or something?" I asked, I was starving I hadn't really eaten a proper meal all day."

"Yeah, but theres something I need to tell you first. It's important." Dad said, his tone of voice changed completely.

"What is it?" I asked, slightly worried, I knew it couldn't be good.

"On the jet ,on the way home, I got a call from your mums friend Irene. She told me that your mums funeral has been arranged for Thursday. I thought that we could fly out tomorrow and collect the rest of your things then only if you wanted to, go to the funeral." Dad said, slowly and gently so I could take time to process it all. Irene was one of my mums closest friends, so I didn't mind that she had arranged it all, I didn't really think I would of been able to bring myself to. I didn't want to go to the funeral because in some ways it made it feel all so offical, then again I felt I needed to say goodbye to her properly, I had to.

"I um- I can we just go to Alaska, then I'll decide." I mumbled.

"Stella I'm only going to do what you want okay." dad told me reassuringly. "Are you okay?".

"I'm uh, I'm going for a run." I said heading out the room. I really needed to clear my head and I felt running was the best way to do that.

"Oh, okay, um be safe. Bring your phone." Dad said, slightly taken a back at my reaction. I darted into my room and changed into my running kit. I grabbed my phone put on my music and swiftly left the apartment.

I began to run. I started of slow with my mind completely blank. But this didn't last long, in time my mind filled up with my mothers pale body, her lifeless corpse inside a casket, burying her deep into the ground leaving her to rot. My pace grew quicker, along with the images. Eventually I ran so fast that my lungs began to burn and I had to stop to catch my breath. the images cleared slightly, except for one. It wasn't really an image, but a thought. I didn't want to bury my mother. I didn't want to feel like I'd left her to rot. I wanted her cremated so she could be free.

Spencer's POV

I'd expected Stella to react, just not like this. I knew that she was hurting but I just felt helpless. I just wished that she would talk to me about how she's really feeling, instead of running away from it. She didn't even feel that she could tell me about her dream, I mean what father am I if my own daughter can't even talk to me. I started pacing around the apartment. I secretly wanted to go to kazias funeral. I felt that I didn't really get my chance to say goodbye, but I knew that Stella wasn't feeling quite the same. I just felt so hopeless that I just wanted to collapse in the corner and cry. Cry about loosing the love of my live, cry about loosing the mother to my child, cry about loosing Kazia. But I knew deep down that I had to be strong for Stella. Just then my phone buzzed, at first I thought it would be Stella but I was slightly relieved to see that it was Emily.

"Hello." I said, my voice was a lot weaker than I wanted.

"Hey reid, is everything alright? It's just that me and Morgan saw Stella running and she looked pretty pissed." Emily said gently.

"No. Everything's not alright." I mumbled.

"Want us to come over?" She offered.

"Yes, that would be great." I murmured.

About five minutes later Emily and Morgan were in the apartment. I hadn't really moved since I got off the phone and I didn't really want to.

"Reid, you okay?" Morgan asked. I just shook my head.

"Is it about the funeral?" Emily asked. I nodded.

"Reid look at me. I want you to honestly tell me everything your feeling." Morgan spoke seriously. I thought about this for a second. Stella wasn't here so I didn't seem any harm in letting a few weights off my shoulders.

"I um, I want to go to kazias funeral. I didn't feel I got the proper chance to say goodbye and I think it's unfair. I've been trying my hardest to stay strong for stel but to be honest it's hard. All I want to do is to mourn Kazia, she was the woman I loved and I feel like part of me has been torn out. I loved her more than anything and it's killing me to see Stella grow up without her. It's also killing me to see Stella this hurt. I feel like she doesn't even trust me. She's been having nightmares and I'm such a shit dad that she doesn't feel like she can tell me what there about. I feel like I'm failing her, when really shes the only one I'm thinking of." I said my voice getting stronger. In some ways telling Emily and Morgan made me feel better, in other ways it just made me feel like a bad person because I was failing Stella. A few tears came out of nowhere and spilled down my cheeks. Suddenly someone pulled me into a hug. At first I thought it was Emily but I soon realized it couldn't be because they were to small.

"You're not failing me dad."

Stella's POV

Coming to the realization that I wanted my mum to be cremated, suddenly made me feel a lot better. For the first time since she died I finally felt like my head was clear. Feeling a lot happier I turned around and headed home at an a lot slower pace. Feeling clear on what I wanted I ran up to the apartment to tell dad. However, when I reached the door I heard voices coming from inside, I'm not usually an eavesdropper but I heard my name being mentioned so I felt I had a right to listen.

"Reid look at me. I want you to honestly tell me everything your feeling." Morgan spoke seriously. I knew something wasn't quite right because Morgan is hardly ever serious. Dad took a while to reply, I could tell that he was thinking.

"I um, I want to go to kazias funeral. I didn't feel I got the proper chance to say goodbye and I think it's unfair. I've been trying my hardest to stay strong for stel but to be honest it's hard. All I want to do is to mourn Kazia, she was the woman I loved and I feel like part of me has been torn out. I loved her more than anything and it's killing me to see Stella grow up without her. It's also killing me to see Stella this hurt. I feel like she doesn't even trust me. She's been having nightmares and I'm such a shit dad that she doesn't feel like she can tell me what there about. I feel like I'm failing her, when really shes the only one I'm thinking of." Dad said sadly. It hurt me so much that he thought this. I'd been kinda selfish over the last couple of days and forgot that he was hurting to. I also felt awful that he felt like he was failing, he was trying his hardest for me and for that I was extremely grateful. Deciding that I had to tell him this I quietly slipped into the apartment. I hadn't realized that dad had been to upset about this and to my surprise I saw that he was crying. Without thinking I pulled him into a hug. I was going to tell him everything I was feeling in the corridor but the only words I could get out where.

"You're not failing me dad."