ok...I've strayed from this story but I'll try to make amends...else the puck a liar call...No, don't get the reference? poo...where was I? Oh Yes. the epic conculsion to Obedience: a Daughter's story!

Maxine was terrified. The man she once adored was a man to be feared. She had never known him to be a monster that the police had told her about. He was the man who fed her, who clothed her, who gave her siblings when she was lonely. All of these things, these memories, made her heart hurt with sadness and betrayal. Taking a deep breath, Maxine stepped into the light of the fire.

"Father?" She said. Her siblings grew quiet as the man that they loved stood from his chair. Mike Jonson couldn't be the monster that the police had chalked him up to be, the last bit of her conscious that still wanted to defend her father.

"Maxine." He whispered as he stepped forward. Maxine didn't know if she should put up any defenses but it looked like that he wasn't going to harm her. He instead enveloped her in a huge hug.

"Oh, my child. You have come back. Clara filled me in on everything." He pulled away and stared at her with bright blue eyes that were hers as well. He scanned her for any visible injuries. "Did they hurt you in any way?"

Maxine shook her head. "They just kept me locked up on a trespassing charge and released me a couple of hours ago." She knew it was a lie and that her father could tell when she was lying, but he looked like he bought it.

"Did anyone follow you?"

Maxine shook her head once more. With each lie she told, she felt ready to burst and grab her siblings before the crazy man she knew as her father could hurt them. Maxine knew that deep down that her father would never hurt his kids, but he had killed a little girl. A girl who was only two years younger than Clara. Mike Jonson led his oldest daughter to the fire pit where her siblings wrapped their arms around her.

"Max!" yelled Mark. "I found a earthworm!"

"And I ate it!" shouted Hanna.

Clara hugged her sister. "I thought I was going to die without you." Maxine smiled wistfully down at her siblings. They were going to find out what their father really was and she didn't know what would happen. A small rustle in the bushes made Maxine take hold of her siblings as the FBI broke through the tree barrier.

"FBI!" They yelled. All of her siblings yelled and latched onto Maxine. Their father picked up baby Tyler and held him close.

Agent Hotchner held up his gun. "Mike Jonson, you are under arrest for rape, kidnapping, and murder."

"Put down the child, Mr. Jonson."

Mike Jonson stood firm. "How dare you! You are scaring the children." An officer took a step forward and Mike Jonson held Tyler away from his body as if he were going to drop the young child. Tyler cooed and gurgled as he was put precariously in the face of danger. "One more step and I swear that I will drop this son of a bitch." Maxine looked at the profilers with wide eyes. Clara looked up at her older sister who was like a mother to her.

"Max, what are they talking about?" She asked.

Maxine sighed. "Not now, Clar." She pulled her siblings closer. "Father, please don't hurt him."

Her father pointed at her. "You are with them! They filled your head with lies and now they sent you after me. Family is supposed to be put before everything else!" He bellowed.

Clara pulled away from Maxine. "Is it true?"

Maxine saw as one by one, her siblings left her side. "It's not what you think. Our father has lied to us."

Clara crossed her arms. "So have you."

"Did you know that your mother has a room for you in her house?" Maxine asked. Before going on this rescue mission, Maxine had a chance to talk with the ladies that her father raped. "Every year, she changes the color of the walls because she has a feeling that you change your favorite color every year." Maxine only said this because living with Clara she knew that Clara like to change her favorite color every year.

Clara didn't look convinced, but she didn't go towards her father. Her mind was going into overdrive at the information she was getting. "I don't know what to believe."

"Believe in me, daughter." Mike Jonson said in a soft voice. Clara turned to him. "I have been there for every birthday, broken bone, and every moment of your life. These men say that I'm a criminal, but you know the truth. You know me."

"Clara," Prentiss called and Clara turned again. "The young girl that your father murdered was your age. If he can kill people the same age as his children, what does that say about him?"

The little siblings looked apprehensive between their father, their sisters, and the FBI. The waddled over to Maxine and hugged her legs. "Max, I'm scared." Hanna said shivering.

Maxine picked up her sister. "I know. I know."

"It's over, Mr. Jonson." Morgan yelled. "Put Tyler down and put your hands behind your back."

In a last stitch effort, he reached out to Clara. "I rather have a son and a daughter than a bunch of backstabbers."

Clara looked at her father and finally saw the disturbed desperation in his eyes. Shaking her head, she backed up close to Maxine along with her other siblings. Mike began to pant heavily as he realized that it was game over for him. Sheriff Holke stepped forward and held out his arms.

"Hand Tyler over to me." Mike Jonson didn't move and Sheriff Holke took hold of his grand nephew and allowed other officers to cuff him. Reid came up to Morgan and placed a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. The team could rest a little bit now that the rapist would be charged and the children would be safe.

Back at the station, there were many reporters taking pictures and yelling questions to the kids as they came it. Maxine told them not to say anything and pressed on until they were safe inside the station. JJ went to go talk with the press about what they found and how the case was now closed. The younger children held on to Maxine and Clara stayed a distance away from her siblings and the police. She kept an eye on everyone in the station with a critical eye.

Melissa was pacing in Sheriff Holke's office when she saw the kids coming in. She saw a bundle in her uncle's hand and ran to him.

"Tyler!" She cried out. Sheriff Holke gave his neice back her child and she held him close. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." she said to no one in particular. She kissed her baby as her tears fell down her face. "My boy." she whispered.

Maxine smiled slightly at the encounter while Clara looked confused. "Max, who's that?"

"His mom." Morgan answered.

"And the other moms are on their way." said the child protective services agent. She smiled. "I pulled some strings. As long as they are willing, they will go back to their mothers and never be separated again."

"No." Clara said. "I'm not living with the woman who claims to be my mom."

"Clar," Maxine began.

She turned to her older sister. "No, you are the only mother I've known. The woman is a stranger!"

"Because father made her seem that way." Maxine retorted. "Can't you give her a chance?"

"Excuse me?" all of the kids turned around and saw a group of teary eyed ladies; it was their mothers. Angela Park stepped forward and searched the faces of the kids before landing her eyes on Clara. Choking on a sob, she held out a stuffed rabbit to Clara.

"He was your favorite." She said. "You couldn't really say much, but you called him-"

"Puff." Clara said in wonder. She looked back up at Angela. One by one, the other mothers introduced themselves to their children and had a semi-tearful reunion.

The team stood back and watched the scene unfold as the moms and kids got reacquainted with each other. There was even talk of living in close proximity with each other. Mike Jonson had tried to ruin lives and almost succeeded.

After they came back from the case, Hotch said that they could have a week off to rest and relax. It was one day before Reid and Morgan's anniversary, but Reid was too tired to try to plan anything at the moment. When they got home, Reid flopped on their bed and fell asleep instantly. He didn't want to think about anything else other than sleeping the jet lag off.

When he woke up, it was a few hours later and Derek wasn't next to him. Slowly getting out of bed, he looked at the analog clock and read 11:55 A.M. Groaning, he padded out of his and Derek's room in search of his lover.

"Der?" He called out as he stood in the darkened living room. A pair of muscled arms wound around him making him jump. He was about to scream when a large hand clamped over his mouth.

"Just me, Pretty boy." came Derek's smooth voice. Spencer relaxed into the arms as the hand came off his mouth.

"You scared me." He said in a fake angry tone.

"Well, then," He said as he kissed Spencer's neck. "How does celebrating our anniversary at midnight sound?"

Spencer smiled. "You remembered."

"Course I remember. How could I forget my little genius?"

Spencer turned his head. "Kiwi." He gave as an answer.

"That was only once." He defended. "But I am willing to do anything to make you feel special baby."

Spencer's stomach fluttered. He loved it when Derek called him pet names though logic and reason would prove that he shouldn't really. But pushing logic aside, Spencer grabbed Derek by his neck and pulled him down for a slow kiss. Derek's hands wandered everywhere and squeezed everywhere bringing moans out of the genius.

They made love everywhere they could before falling asleep at four in the morning. Spencer sighed as he snuggled closer to Derek. His rock, his pillow, his love.

To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there

Barbara Bush

The end.

Yeah,...if you didn't like the end well I didn't like my story. to me I could've done better like I did with To Be a Consort. I kinda fallen from the Criminal Minds fandom, but I shall push myself back into it. Have no fear, this is not the last story I will write. Thank you for the support!

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