Hey guys, thank you so so much for all the reviews and views. Again, I'm sorry for the delay this took a lot of time to plan and write so I hope you enjoy it. This story is coming to a close but I was wondering if I should do a sequel for a year or twos time. Anyway please review and enjoy:)

Reid's POV.

"Hello sweetie." Moriarty sang.

"Don't call me that." I spat back. She ruined my life enough, she had no right to call me sweetie.

"Temper, temper. I suggest you know why I summoned you." She grinned playfully. Everything seemed to be one big game to her.

"I have an inkling." I stated coldly.

"Well just to confirm your inkling, this is the end Dr. Reid. The end of your precious life hear in Quantico. I hoped that you'd eventually remember me, but I guess a girl can only wish." She said, with a fake sigh.

"Who says I don't remember you." I smirked. Her expression gave me slight pleasure, as she looked taken a back.

"You're lying, you wouldn't remember me. Not someone like you." She spat, her demeanour completely changing.

"Oh, but I do." I smiled, it was nice to have the tables turned. She was about to continue when I heard a noise from down below. Peering over the edge slightly, I saw practically half of the FBI building. Anderson sure did know how to draw a crowd. Amongst them I could see Stella. The pure terror on her face made me feel even more guilty. But I couldn't back out now, I'd come to far.

"Quite a crowd you've got going down there, are you sure they should really be watching this, they might not like what they see." She said slyly. "If you're so sure that you remember me Dr. Reid, prove it."

"Of course. You're name is Brook Richards. You went to the same high school as me and the reason I didn't remember you was because we were never formally acquainted. You weren't in the same year as me, nor were you in any of my classes. You also looked and acted very different. I have to admit that changing your identity isn't an easy thing to do, yet you have somehow done it, and quite well, if I may add. However, I have a slight feeling that you were always jealous of me. I've done some research of my own you see, not only were my grades better than yours, but I was in every maths or science club you wanted to be in. You were at Cal Tech at the same time as me as well. You applied for the same interviews, classes, and research projects yet each time you never got them, why is that?" I revealed confidently. I hated bigging myself up so much but the more confident in myself I acted, the more it would infuriate her, hopefully causing her to make a mistake.

"Shut-up Spencer, you don't know what you're talking about." She spat.

"Then tell me."

"No, you don't get to control this. You don't get a say." She replied, regaining her composure. "You'll never, ever know why I've done this to you, but that doesn't mean your precious daughter won't."

"W-What do you mean?" I stammered.

"You won't know why I've done this, why I've ruined your life. But if you promise to be mine, I'll let your daughter know why her father left her." She purred. This was when I finally realized just how wrong it'd been. This whole time I thought that she was jealous of me and all she wanted was to see me hurt or dead. But it wasn't true. Really she'd been in love with me. The reason she'd killed Kazia and hurt Stella, was to kill off the competition. When she said that it was the end, she meant of my time in Quantico, and that I had to choose between her and my daughter. She really was sick. It was this revelation that made me realize that I needed to carry out my plan now, more than ever.

"I'm sorry but that's not going to happen." I stated, looking straight into her icy blue eyes.

"What do you mean?" She questioned sharply.

"I'd rather die then be with you." I said, starting towards the ledge I'd planned. The crowd had increased, Hotch had informed people not to get involved, that would just end badly.

"You wouldn't, you have to much to live for. There's to many people you care about, your bratty daughter being one of them." She smiled. I smiled a little to think about how wrong she'd been.

"But you're wrong." I stated, I was so near the ledge. The last thing I saw was her face drop. Then I jumped. I prepared my body in every-way possible to brace for the impact. I could her two sets of screams. One was 'Moriarty's', the other was Stella's. My whole body filled with pain as I hit the first ledge below. Luckily I didn't hit my head that hard, but that didn't matter. The force and momentum caused me to roll. My attempts of slowing my body down failed and I rolled away from safety heading towards my death.

Stella's POV.

Dad just jumped off the ledge. His arms and legs were frantically waving about in the air as he fell. I screamed at the top of my lungs, I couldn't lose him. He landed on a lower ledge which seemed to break his fall slightly, and for a moment I breathed a little. But it didn't last long, he began rolling off the ledge and headed towards the ground. It was a fairly large drop and I placed my head in henry's arms, I didn't want to watch this. I couldn't. But the sight when I opened my eyes was even worse than I could have imagined. He was just lying there, broken, bruised and bloody.

"Dad." I screamed, trying to run over to him. But Henry held me back, I kicked and screamed as hard and as loud as I could, but he had a strong grip. Hotch stepped forward and I became silent, along with everyone else in the crowd.

"He's dead." Hotch sighed. Henry's grip loosened and he let go of me. There was a gun shot from the rooftop, but I didn't take any notice of it. I felt like my world was slowly crumbling apart. Everyone gasped, some people cried. I didn't take much notice though because I was too busy bolting off inside. He was dead, gone. My worst nightmares had come true. I was all alone, I had no one. Don't ask why I was running, I just wanted to be alone and I wasn't thinking straight. My whole body was shaking and I felt sick to my stomach. I ran all the way to the elevator and went straight up to the bullpen. I wasn't particularly sure why I was going there, but I had to get away from them all. He'd killed himself to save me, I didn't even deserve to be living, it was all my fault. My grief and sadness turned into pure anger. The elevator doors opened and I ran into the bullpen. No-one was around, they were all outside. I felt anger rush through me, never before had I hated myself and my life so much. Without thinking I picked up dads computer and threw it at the ground. It completely smashed. I knew that I'd be in shit, but I couldn't care, it's not like he would need it again. I then moved onto the pictures of us and mum. I picked them up one by one and threw them around the BAU. Every single one of them smashed but I didn't care. I didn't want to remember the life I had before everything changed, it was over now and there was no point in remembering it. I picked up the final picture of Dad, Mum and I, in Las Vegas and smashed it against the floor. I was about to turn and run, when a bit of paper caught my eye. Tucked behind the photo was a letter. I picked up the broken frame and took it out. It was addressed to me and it was written in dads handwriting. Knowing that I didn't have long before the team would come looking for me, I held the letter tightly and ran to the stairwell. I knew that it would be the safest way out of here without being seen. I didn't want any pitying looks, all I wanted was to be alone, besides it wasn't as if I had anyone left. Running down the stairwell, I headed back to the apartment. Once there, I was going to pack my stuff up and finally go back home, to Alaska. I knew that I'd legally have to stay with Emily or Morgan, seeing as they were my godparents, but all I wanted was to go back to Alaska. It seemed like only bad things happened in Quantico and I couldn't put up with it any-more.

Henry's POV.

My heart froze as Spencer lurched himself off the building. Stella screamed and I held onto her tightly. When he finally hit the ground, tears welled up in my eyes when I saw the state of him. Stella started screaming again and it took all my efforts to hold her back. Hotch was the first one over to him, that's when everyone went quiet, even Stella.

"He's dead." He stated. I froze. A gunshot sounded from the rooftop but no-one seemed to take much notice of it. The person who I thought of as a second father was dead. I felt cold, I felt sick, I felt empty. I looked around at the team, Emily, Garcia and Mum were crying. Morgan and Rossi were holding back the tears, and Hotch looked surprisingly calm. It wasn't until my eyesight became blurry that I realized I was crying too.

"He's, I, I can't believe he'd do this." Morgan stammered.

"He was so young, he had so much to live for." Rossi added. It was when he said this that I remembered Stella. How could I be so stupid to forget about her.

"Stella." I breathed looking around frantically. The others must of heard me as they joined in. I was so stupid to forget about her, she just lost her only parent. God knows how she was feeling.

"We need to look for her, she's not going to be thinking straight." Emily said, wiping her eyes.

"How could I be so stupid to forget about her." Morgan cursed.

"We all did, but we need to start looking." Rossi urged. He was right. Everyone began running to the BAU, except Hotch who was dealing with everything else. The whole elevator ride was silent, and everyone was mourning the loss of Spencer. I still couldn't get my head round it, he was gone. Once we got to our floor, we all piled out. It didn't take long to see the mess in front of us. Spencer's computer was completely broken and all his pictures were smashed around the room. Glass was everywhere.

"It looks like we just missed her." Morgan sighed, picking up a broken picture frame. It hurt us all to see how upset she was, and it hurt even more that everyone could have done more for her. We were to busy getting over the shock we were in, to think about how she was feeling.

"Where do you think she's gone?" Emily asked.

"Probably to the apartment, does anyone have keys?" Rossi asked.

"Yeah I do." I said weakly.

"I'll take you there." Emily stated, I nodded following her back out. Leaving everyone else to clean up the damage.

For some reason in the car journey to Spencer's, I started crying again. I couldn't help it, I just couldn't believe that he was gone. It hurt to think about his lifeless body covered in blood and bruises.

"You okay?" Emily asked teary eyed. I just shook my head.

"I know, it's tough. I'm really going to miss him. But right now we need to help Stella. I should have been there for her, I think of her as my daughter you know." Emily said sadly.

"We all should have been. I just don't want anything to happen to her. I can't lose her, I love her." I replied weakly. Emily nodded in agreement. She let a few tears fall, which is a very rare thing for her to do. The rest of the car journey was silent, except from the weak sound of our sobs. We both knew that we had to let it all out now instead of in front of Stella. When we finally arrived, I dried my face the best I could on my shirt. I was about to get out when Emily's phone rang.

"Hello, yes, I will, okay, bye." She said quickly.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Just Morgan, the gunshot was Moriarty, she killed herself." Emily reported. This should of been good news, but nothing could have made up for the fact that Spencer was gone. Finally getting out of the car we walked into the apartment complex.

"She's going to hate today now. She was already upset this morning about her mum, now she's got even more of a reason to hate her birthday." I sighed.

"It's going to be tough, but we'll make it up to her." Emily tried to smiled. We got to the apartment and I unlocked the door. The whole place made the bullpen look tidy. Books were thrown across the living room, plates, cups and bowls were smashed across the kitchen. The whole place was a bomb sight. Stella was nowhere to be seen and the only place left to check was her bedroom. Emily decided to leave me to it, whilst she started cleaning up some of the mess. The bedroom door was shut but I knew she was inside, I could hear her. I knocked gently and when there was no reply, I entered. There curled up in the corner of her room, was Stella. Her face was in her hands and she was sobbing heavily. Her room was surprisingly clean, except from the odd few books on the floor and a ripped up bit of paper.

"Stel, it's me." I said softly. I slowly made my way over to her and sat down next to her. She didn't even look up.

"I'm sorry Stel, I'm so so so sorry." I whispered gently. Again she didn't look up. Trying a different approach, I lifted her hands away from her face and hugged her.

"Go away." She murmured between sobs.

"That's not going to happen Stel."

"Henry just leave, and take your stupid charm bracelet with you. It's not even true, I mean how can anyone like Disney films, life isn't a fucking fairytale." She shouted. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt. But I knew she was just upset.

"You're right, life isn't a fairytale. Life is fucking unfair. It doesn't seem to care about anyone." I replied.

"Henry just go. I don't need you. I don't want you or anyone. I deserve to be alone, I deserve this pain." She sobbed. That's when I snapped. I pulled her face up from my shirt and looked into her bloodshot eyes.

"Don't you ever say that again, ever. Do you understand? You don't deserve any of this. You are a clever,beautiful, amazing person who deserves none of this." I said sharply.

"You don't understand, he did this for me." She sobbed. Her eyes were full of so much pain.
"Gave lass, it's an anagram for Las Vegas. He hid a letter behind a picture of us there. It said, 'Dear Stella, I'm sorry it had to end this way. I couldn't let her ruin your life any-more. Please don't be sad, I had a great life, especially after you were born. None of this is your fault and I will personally haunt you if you think it is. Please don't distance yourself from the team, as I learnt they are family and they love you with all their heart. Please, please, please, remember that I will always love you no matter what and I'm so sorry it had to end this way, you don't deserve this. It's tough saying goodbye, but I couldn't just leave you without saying that I love you. Goodbye Stella, I love you." When she was finished she sobbed even harder. I felt lost, I didn't know how to help her. Luckily for me, Emily came in.

"Stel, do you want me to grab you some stuff so you can stay at mine tonight?" Emily asked softly. Stella shook her head.

"I just want to go home. I want to go back to Alaska, I hate it here, I wish I never came." She sobbed. This hurt me the most, if she hadn't of come to Quantico then I wouldn't of fallen in love with her.

"I know you do Stella, and I promise as soon as things get sorted out I'll take you back to Alaska." Emily replied calmly. I don't know how she could promise this, she loved Stella yet she was prepared to let her go so easily.

"Can you both just go now, I'm not going to do anything stupid, I just want to be alone." She sobbed. Emily and I stayed rooted to the floor, no way in hell were we leaving her on her own.

"Stel, I'm not going to leave you, not now. If you don't want to stay at mine I don't mind staying the night here." Emily offered. Stella just nodded and placed her head back in her hands.

"Can you please get out now. I just want to be alone." She said a lot more calmer.

"Of course." Emily replied, she got up and left the room and I followed. I shut the door gently and walked into the living room. Emily had started clearing it up but it was going to take a while to get it back to normal.

"Henry, what she was saying she didn't mean. She's upset, she doesn't mean any of it." Emily said softly.

"I think I'm going to head back home." I sighed, standing up.

"At least get your dad to pick you up, you're in no condition to walk home. It's going to take everyone time to get over this." Emily advised. Knowing she was right, I pulled out my phone and dialled Dads number.

"Henry are you okay? I heard what happened. I'm so so sorry, I just picked up your mum, she's pretty upset. Where are you?" He asked quickly.

"I'm at their apartment, can you pick me up?" I asked weakly.

"Sure, I'm on my way. I love you." He said before hanging up. I sat back down on the chair. It started to hit me about what happened. Spencer was gone and he wasn't coming back. I felt as if someone tore away a large piece of me.

Stella's POV.

I sat alone in the corner of my room. I was acting childish, but I couldn't care less. A lot of the things I'd said I didn't mean, but I was just scared, angry and hurting with grief. Quantico hadn't been completely awful. I'd met Henry and feel in love with him, and I was part of a new family. But all of these things didn't seem to matter any-more, nothing did. The only two people I wanted was Mum and Dad, and I couldn't even have that. In the course of two and a half months, I had managed to lose both of my parents. This made me cry a little harder. Without thinking, I got up from the corner, put on my pyjama shorts and left the room. I crept down the hallway listening for sounds. I could hear Henry talking to someone, it took me a while to realize it was Will.

"What say we go home, snuggle up on the sofa and watch a film." Will suggested. Henry must have agreed as I heard the front door opening. Listening to what Will had said made me cry even harder. In that moment I was so envious of Henry having a proper family he could go home to. It made me feel so distanced from the world, who was I going to snuggle up to when things got bad. I didn't realize how loud I was being until Emily called out my name. Ignoring the call, I headed towards Dads room and opened the door. His bed was freshly made and everything was clean. Photos of us as a family littered his bare walls. Trying to compose myself a little I headed to his drawers and pulled out his favourite shirt. I put it on over my top and hopped into his bed. It was still fresh with his smell. Closing my eyes I tried to block out everything that had happened today. I still couldn't believe it. I don't know how long for, but eventually, I cried myself to sleep

I woke up remembering everything that happened. I felt drained, physically and emotionally. I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. It was dark outside, so I presumed that I'd managed to of slept through the rest of the day. Having to will myself to get up, I walked over to Dads mirror. I was a state. My hair was ratty, my eyes were bloodshot and had deep dark bags under them. I opened the door to Dads room and wondered out in the hall. The apartment was silent. I quietly made my way down the hall and peered into the kitchen, Emily had left me a range of food on the table and it still looked warm. I made my way across the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, seeing as my throat was extremely sore and dry. After quickly downing the water, I placed the glass back in the sink and turned around, ready to go back to Dads room. However I immediately bumped into something, or someone. Looking up I saw Emily was standing above me with sad eyes.

"Hey Stella." She said gently. I considered my options, I could bolt to the door, break down into another fit of sobs, act casual, or hug the living daylights out of her. After some thought I went with the last option. I hugged Emily so tightly, and I was glad it gave me a little bit of comfort.

"I'm sorry I've been acting stupid." I whispered.

"There's no need to apologize, you're not acting stupid." Emily replied. She let go of me and gestured to sit down at the kitchen table. I decided to obey so I could try to make up for being so childish.

"I'm sorry about today. I miss him already and I just feel so alone. I get it that I have the team and they are my family too, but it's not same. I already lost mum, I didn't think that I would lose him this soon. I know I shouldn't be but I'm scared, I'm scared about what's going to happen." I admitted, it felt nice telling someone it.

"I understand Stella, it's my job to look after you now. I'm going to try my best, but please don't think for a moment I'm replacing your parents because I'm not. These next few weeks, even months will be difficult, but we'll get through them together. But there's no reason to feel scared. Moriarty is gone, that gunshot was her" Emily said whilst holding my hands tightly. Just to feel like I wasn't so alone any more brought tears to my eyes. I was glad that Moriarty was finally gone, but it didn't bring back dad. I allowed the tears in my eyes to spill over, I was done with being embarrassed about crying.

"Thank you Emily. What's going to happen to me though? Are you going to live here? Or will I come to you? Will dad have a funeral? Could I go see the body?" I asked sniffling.

"Stella, calm down. I'm not entirely sure where we will stay. But I'm only going to do what you want. If you want to stay here, then that's fine by me. As for the funeral I'm not sure yet, Hotch said he was going to discuss things tomorrow. We'll talk about these things later. But how about we watch a film together. I heard you like Disney." Emily suggested.

"Not any-more, Disney films are for children, life's not a fairytale." I mumbled.

"Sometimes it's good to let yourself be a child again." Emily said softly. She was right, all I wanted at the moment was to curl up into a ball and cry, and have someone tell me everything was going to be alright. I nodded and followed Emily into the living room. She sat with me and watched Tangled, whilst I lightly sobbed and she told me everything was going to be alright.

Spencer's POV.

I heard the light sound of a beeping. My whole body felt numb. I tried to open my eyes but all I could see was a white light. I had no idea where I was. I didn't even know if I was alive.