William Reid was three things. A lawyer, a father ( though not the best), and a lonely man. He left his family. He had no one at home. Though the lack of contact with his son at least was entirely his doing. So after so many years of throwing himself Into his work he was surprised when his ex-wife Diana had sent him a letter. It started out crazy claiming that if he comes by at the sanitarium she can remove the tiny microphones in his mind telling him what to do. He figured that his success on a local case for financial fraud against a construction company was shown and she had a relapse. Then she started bringing up THAT event. He nearly shredded it into a million pieces right there. But as he read further on he read about spencer. The majority of the letter was about him. How he's in danger and how something bad was going to happen. She kept saying a mothers instinct is never wrong.

And most mothers weren't. But come on most mothers weren't in a crazy bin. So when he finished the letter that was basically telling him to lock spencer in a room where no one would ever find him to keep him 'safe' he reached his limit. He shredded the letter without a second thought. That was a week ago. Which brings us to this point.

William was at the copy machine gathering some standardized contracts when the TV volume was turned up. No don't get him wrong. He liked TV but at this volume the clients were looking in slight annoyance. He grabbed the rest of the contracts before heading over to the reception desk to turn it down. As he walked closer he stopped 'dead' in his tracks.

"And in other news a FBI agent Mr. Spencer William Reid was killed in the line of duty." The woman looked like she could care less but William was finding it harder to breathe. Spencer. His baby was on the screen. His brown doe eyes looked through the screen and at William. His thick brown hair was wavy and fell below his jaw. His smile looked like Diana and he felt a bubble of agony rise up.

"We have learned that he was the last victim in the Tobias cases. After refusing to tell Tobias who to kill he was forced to dig his own grave and shot after four days in captivity." William fell to his knees and dropped his contracts. Most every one looked at him before remembering that William had a son. Two men ran over to lift up the distraught man while a woman scrambled to find the remote to turn it off.

"Our hearts go out the Las Vegas native who's father William Reid is a well known lawyer-" the TV was off and William let his emotions out he howled his losses, sobbed his pain, and latched onto the nearest man who willingly let him cry out his sorrow onto his shoulder. Every one staff or client bent their head in respect.

William had never felt so low. He never knew. He never kept contact. The contact he wanted to reestablish was gone. After 12 years he knew it was next to hopeless and he knew it would never be one hundred percent but he still wanted to try. And now he never could. He shot down his chances and there were none extra.

In the end William Reid was just three things. A Broken, lonely, and wishful old man.