A/N- Thought I'd upload again. I swear this fic contains the longest day in history lol. Sorry if this has errors, I feel like I've read it over 100 times so it's sort of all blurring together in my head.

Thanks for the reviews, and so quick too!

CaseyRachel88, I'm always getting reviews from you. Surely you're sick of this story by now! But I appreciate it XD

She looked at him blinking, trying to keep his eyes open. He was sweating, shivering. Pale as a ghost. Red stained his fingertips and the makeshift bandage Valencia had constructed out of her jacket.

"Spencer?" She asked warily. "You still with us?"

"Y...Yes..." He managed to get out of his clattering teeth.

She took a long breath. She couldn't wait any longer. She looked down at her watch. 15 minutes to the final showdown, to deliver the ultimatum she had promised. She wondered if Dr Reid would last a quarter of an hour more. It didn't matter. She was setting the rules and the rules had changed. It was now. Go time.

"It's time Doctor." She said. Spencer looked up at her with frightened eyes.

"B...b..but you, you said... we s..sstill have a..a..atleast 15 more mintues!"

"That was then Spencer. The game has changed. You're fading on me."

"I can hold on..." he said quietly.

She walked across to him. He tried to hold strong but he was passed being that person. He was scared. He didn't want to die alone in this room. He thought of the gun in her back pocket. He wondered if it was more likely he'd die from a bullet to the head or heart. Probably the head. They usually go with the head.

She knelt down in front of him, and slowly raised a hand to his face.

"Spencer..." She began. "All of this... I'm so sorry. I didn't know what would happen, but I never thought that this..." she drifted off. He looked to the side, but she grasped his face tigher.

"Look at me." she directed. He complied. "Whatever happens I need you to know that you're a good person. That's so rare, in a world like this... You're good, Spencer Reid. You're good."

She stood up. "Time to go." She helped him stand up, and he leaned against her for support. She grabbed the gun out of her back pocket in case he decided to try anything. She didn't think he would.

"You don't need to...to do this Valencia. We can go back. You're...You're good too. I can help you" his strained voice managed to get out.

"You've helped me enough Spencer." she said. They approached the glass doors and she saw men in black with guns pointed at her face. Seeing her approaching people scrambled out of the way, yelling things at each other.

The sun light hit both of them like a freight train. Reid felt like he has been held in solitary confinement for days. Valencia felt as if it was her first time meeting the sun.

She raised the gun to Reid's head, his body still leaning against her. She had one arm around his waist to keep him from falling.

"Valencia Porter!" An unrecognizable man in black yelled. "Put the gun down and step away from the hostage!"

She stood her ground, unwavering.

The door to the cafe swung open and five people walked out, all fashioning bullet proof vests. One was old, one was black, one was a brunette woman, and two she recognized. Agent Maggie Odette. She had been nice all those years ago, Valencia thought. But she had been waiting for one in particular. Agent Aaron Hotchner.

"Valencia!" He yelled, taking a few steps forward as the others hung back.

Valencia looked at Reid, and closed her wet eyes, while kissing him on the cheek. "Be good, Doctor Reid. Be happy."

And then she pushed him hard. His wound had weakened him, and he crashed against the hot road, looking up at her, wondering what was going on. She only looked at him a second longer, before raising the gun to her own head and walking away.

"He needs a medic!" She yelled. "He's lost a lot of blood!"

It took a minute for people to confer with each other before a man and women in blue ran over with a stretcher, loading up Reid and taking him away, out of sight.

"You were never going to hurt him, were you." Said Hotch in a suprisingly sad voice.

"I did hurt him. I shot him in the arm. I held him hostage." she yelled back.

"Before, you told us that if we didn't have results someone would die." He looked at the gun now placed against her temple. "You were never talking about Reid, were you."

Morgan and Emily looked at each other, coming to a realization. Frank sighed. He knew this girl couldn't have been bad.

"Now isn't the time to analyze me, Agent. I've had a lifetime of that!"

"I know, Valencia. And that was wrong. You never should have been put in that place."

She looked at him confused for a moment. It's what she had always wanted to hear, she just never expected anyone to say it.

"What?" she asked.

"We know what your father did to you. I'm so sorry I didn't believe you Valencia. Believe me, I'll spend the rest of my life regretting my descions on that case."

She stared at him.

"He admitted it?" She asked in a shakey voice.

"We're taking him to jail soon."

"What about Alex?" She asked.

There was a story he wasn't about to get into.

"We'll issue a public apology. Take him off the sex offenders registry. I imagine he'll be reciving a large compensation sum."

"What... What about the murders?" She asked, in an almost frightened voice.

He took a breath. "I'm not going to lie to you Valencia. That one... That one is going to be hard to prove. We're going to need more than 45 minutes. But I swear to you Valencia, we believe he did it, and we are going to do our best to get justice for those children. "

She nodded, tears running down her face.

"And Dr Mack," Hotch began, "He'll be going to jail for a long time too. I promise you that."

She looked down, embarrassed.

"I didn't mean to shoot him." She said. "I was so confused... There were... so many voices..."

"I know you didn't Valencia. Anyone can see that."

More tears were falling now, she put her free hand to the other side of her head.

"How could I do this Aaron? Today I kidnapped and shot an innocent person..."

"Today you also solved a case and cleared an innocent persons name. You provided the first viable lead to parents who have been wondering the fate of their children for 8 years."

"But it's not enough! It'll never be enough! I didn't do anything then, and today all I did was hurt a good person!"

"You did what you had to Valencia. Everyone understands that. You've been abused and let down by everyone you trusted. Myself included. I'm sorry I let you down Valencia. But I promise you that you'll get through this.."

"It doesn't matter! I thought I'd never be like him... but today I was exactly like him. I have his blood running through my veins, and as much as I try to distance myself from him, he'll always be there. I'll always be like him."

Hotch wasn't sure if this was the right thing to say. It probably wasn't appropriate to dump all this on her while she had a gun connected to her head, but he felt like he should.

"You don't Valencia. You don't have his blood running through your veins. You never did."

"What?" Valencia asked, confused.

"He isn't your father. Alex is."

The world stopped, if only for a second.

"Wait.. What?" Valencia asked, dazed and confused.

"He and your mother... They had an affair. Dean and Alex both confirmed it. You're not his daughter Valencia and you never were."

"I don't understand... They both... They both knew?"

Hotch nodded.

"Did my mother know?" She asked, her voice cracking.

"Yes Valencia. She did, and she loved you very much."

"Why didn't Alex help me?" She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or scream. "Why didn't he save me from him?"

"Alex thought you were sick Valencia. He knew you were hearing voices. He thought it was part of a delusion. When he realized it was true, he was too scared to say anything. He thought Dean would kill you if he ever said anything."

"He did kill me!" She screamed. "Over and over and over!"

Hotch took a few more steps forward so that about 10 yards seperated them. He spoke softly.

"He only realized it was the truth by the time he was arrested... and at that time, you were being taken to hospital. He thought you'd be safe there. He didn't know."

"I'm not safe anywhere." she said quietly.

Hotch didn't say anything. He didn't need to tell her about her mother. It was too much to handle.

"Did my father... Did Dean do something to my mother?" She questioned.

Great.

"You're mother died in a car crash Valencia. We thought the same thing, so we dug up the file. The evidence clearly showed it was an accident... there was no way someone could have staged it." Hotch lied.

He hated lying to her but it was a neccecary evil. Telling her that her father wasn't who she thought he was had been one thing, but to tell her that her old and new father had teamed together to cover up her mothers death, albiet accidental, was too much to put on her right now.

Valencia nodded.

"There is nothing left for me Agent. I'm done. I've finshed what I needed to do. You got your guy..." Valencia drifted off, tightening her grip around the gun.

"Valencia, don't do this..." Said Hotch.

"I'm sorry Aaron.."

She put her finger on the trigger...

"Mexico!"

Valencia was pulled out of her trance to notice a strange man pushing his was passed the snipers, elliciting very wary looks from what she presumed were colleagues. Agent Hotchner especially shot him a loaded look. The man put his hands in the air, walking up to where Aaron was standing.

"You don't know me. I work with Agent Hotchner. My name is Special Agent Morgan... You can call me Derek."

"I saw you... On TV. You arrested Dr Mack." She said in a matter of fact voice.

"I'm so sorry for what he did to you Valencia. It wasn't right. He was supposed to protect you."

Valencia didn't do anything. Hotch looked at him, wondering where he was going with this.

"I spoke to your friend." Said Morgan.

"Daisy?" Valencia asked instantly. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's uh, a little too okay if you know what I mean." Morgan joked.

Valencia tried not too, but she giggled. It felt like the first time in years. Frank, the only other person in the vicinity who knew what they hell was so funny, gave a half smile.

"But she's worried about you. She said to tell you something:" He paused. "Mexico."

She smiled and looked down.

"What does that mean?" he asked.

This time, she looked up at the sky.

"We used to play a game. We used to imagine what we'd do if we ever got out. An unlikely scenario, sure. Anywhere in the world though, that's how we used to play. But the only place she wanted to go was Mexico. So I guess that's where I wanted to go too."

"Maybe one day you'll get to go there, together." Said Morgan.

Valencia laughed.

"Yeah, Daisy feeling up all the locals, me taking directions from the voices in my head."

Morgan laughed. "You never no sweetheart."

"I guess it was just... our place..." Valencia said, but she seemed distracted. Then she realized she had known all along.

"Where would you go, if you could do anywhere in the world, Derek?"

A few glances were exchanged. If you closed your eyes you would have though it was a conversation being had in some bar. Not in the middle of the road, with an FBI agent and trigger happy crazy girl.

"When I was younger my Mom always talked about Spain. I never got the chance to go there, but I guess I always wanted too." Hotch answered.

"Everyone has a place." Valencia said quietly. "Everyone... has... a place."

She laughed, almost hysterically.

"Everyone has a place Valencia. But this place, it's not yours. It's mine. Maybe one day you'll get to go there too." Valencia said

Derek and Hotch looked at each other, wondering if they were still talking to 'Valencia'. Something had drastically changed.

"Are you okay, Valencia?" Hotch asked.

"I'm fine." She said. "It's just that... It's just that everyone has a place."

More confusion.

"I'm not sure I'm following." Said Hotch.

"I can only remember bits and pieces of what happened to me Aaron. Most of it I remember because I've been saying it over and over for years. It's like... It's like they're someone else memories. A second hand story. A lot of the time I can't remember what's real and what was in my head. Him coming into my room at night and asking me to undress... well... I'm sure that was real. That time his eyes went black and claws grew from his fingers? I think that was a delusion. But all in all, they're just fragments. When Dr Mack tried to touch me I remembered a lot more. Things, they jog my memory. I remember them somtimes. Like a song one of the girls used to sing playing on the radio, or cologne he used to wear."

She took a break to stare into the wide blue sky.

"I didn't see all of the girls, at least... I don't think I did. But I remember when he'd leave he would lock me up in the basement. When He'd come back, days had passed, and the girls were gone. I'd ask them where he'd taken them, and why I couldn't come."

She took a short pause. What unfolded next was a strange, two way conversation being spoken by one person. Everyone in the vicinity from the snipers to the underpaid part time deputies couldn't help but focus all their attention on the girl.

"'Everyone has a place Valencia. But this place, it's not yours. It's mine. Maybe one day you'll get to go there too.' 'What's it like there Daddy?' 'Well, Cia, there are beautiful lakes and giant green trees. You can't hear a sound... there's nobody for miles. Your mommy used to love it.' 'Why Daddy?' 'Well, it has a very romantic history. They say the man who discovered it walked a million miles trying to find his lost wife. He never found her, but when he found this place, and realized it was the second most beautiful thing god had ever created. So he named it after her.' 'What's it called Daddy?' 'Eden Falls, Cia, Eden Falls.' "

Officers behind the barriors went into overdrive. 'Eden Falls!' they yelled at each other. 'Is that in the mountains?' one would say. 'I'll get a map!' 'Call the mountain rangers' 'Get everyone you can, assemble a search party!'

She smiled what felt like her first genuine smile in years. Tears ran down her face, but they weren't tears of saddness.

"You've done good work, Valencia." Hotchner said, feeling the emotion in his voice. He was used to being stoic and a rock, but looking at her was too much.

She smiled now, at Hotch and Morgan who stood infront of her.

"You know," she began, "I've wanted to die for so long. I couldn't do it because I knew I had to get justice for those girls. I needed them to get home, for their parents to stop wondering if they ever would. I needed Alex to be free from my fathers sins. I needed him behind bars. And now... And now there is no reason for me to go on. I've done my part. It's been a pleasure, boys." She said.

"Valencia no!"

BOOM.

Blood fled from Valencia, as her body and gun hit the ground. People ran to her aid.

"Valencia!" Hotch yelled rushing over to her.

He noticed her eye lids fluttering and incoherent mumbles escaping her lips. The blood wasn't coming from her head.

Hotch turned around to see Maggie with her gun out, pointing it in their direction. She quickly holstered it and ran to Hotch's side, and did Morgan.

Two men in blue with medical equipment ran to Valencia and started assessing the wound, just below her right shoulder.

"Is she going to be alright?" Maggie asked the medic.

"It looks like a through and through, she'll be fine. But we need to get her to hospital." One of the men said.

Maggie sighed with relief and wiped her forehead.

"Good work Detective." Said Hotch, with a hand on her shoulder.