Hotch's POV:

You're standing at yet another graveside, feeling so hopeless and lost now that you're short one more member of your team. Beside you stand the living members, two of whom are injured, and scarred mentally. Nobody will forget this day, because nobody can. You've lost another co-worker, but above all you've all lost another friend. Already you have Strauss on your back to replace them, but you can't bring yourself to do it, at least not when they've only been buried a few days, and dead in the hearts of your team a much shorter time. How will you explain this to Jack? How do you tell him that he'll never see his Uncle Spencer again, after having just lost his auntie Emily a few days ago?

A WEEK PREVIOUSLY:

Rossi's POV:

The waiting around to go in and save Reid is agonizing, you can't help but think that if you were in this alone like you used to be, then there would be no waiting around, you'd have just gone in and saved him. You can't afford to do that now though, anything that could jeopardize Reid's safety can't and won't be done, and even though you understand this, it doesn't help your anxiety and rage. Hotch is late, and there's every chance that you'll be late too, beside you is Morgan, and you can tell he's thinking the same thoughts as you are. What if you don't get Reid out alive? The team will disintegrate, the people who love him will be lost souls, hell, you'll be a lost soul. And you've been there before. Damn it, where's Hotch? You know that Emily got shot, and you can't help but wonder at the other agent's feelings towards her. It seems as though they've finally warmed up to each other, and warmed up well by the looks of things. Hotch insisted that he ride along with Emily in the ambulance, not only that, but he called to say that he might be late because he wants to see Emily into surgery. You all care about her, but isn't that a bit extreme for just a boss – co worker relationship?

You can't stand waiting anymore, and you're about to say screw it and walk in, when Morgan reads your mind. He yells out suddenly "Screw this man, I'm going in to get Reid, and you tell Hotch to cover me when he arrives okay?"

"Morgan you can't go in by yourself, if she gets you then both you and Reid are dead. Think this through!"

"I can't stand it Rossi, he's in there and I gotta save him." Suddenly, he breaks into a breakneck speed run, and you can't follow. You watch helplessly as he rounds a corner into the warehouse. You hope that he'll make it out, and not end up as dead as you think Reid is.

Morgan's POV:

This is damn annoying waiting around for Hotch to arrive from his rescue mission. You know that Emily was shot, but come on, Reid's stuck with a serial killer! Tired of all this, you break into a run as soon as you've politely told Rossi to fob off. You will save him.

As soon as you reach a door, you stop and look around for a way in that won't alert the killer inside. After all, you don't want to give her anymore of a heads-up of your presence than she might already have. Looking around, all you can see are broken bottles littering the floor, some overgrown grass and...Blood? Oh God, you honestly hope that isn't Reid's blood as you look at it, unmoving and dry on the floor. Snapping yourself out of your miserable thoughts, you gently slide open the door as quietly as possible and rush in, careful to make to noise as your feet tread the disgusting ground. Reid could be anywhere in here, the place is huge- the phantom of an old workhouse from the Victorian period, but more modern. The ground is soft and wooden – strike that, rotten wood. You look desperately at the floor for signs of disturbance or movement in the dust, anything that would indicate Reid and The Archer had been here. Nothing strikes you immediately, until you see scuff marks around a particular area of the ground. You rush over, and brush away the dust that's already managed to settle. Hoping that you're not too late, you tug on the door gently, and peer inside. Bingo!

Reid's POV:

This isn't happening. It's not real. You can hear a set of boots scuffling around upstairs, but Maggie's right beside you... so who's upstairs? Could it be that they found you? You certainly hope so. So far it looks as though they haven't found the trap door that leads to you. Maggie's in front of you, visibly freaking out, but looking like she's trying not to. Typical Maggie really. She's already unsheathed her knife, and she doesn't want you to die painlessly, she's already made that much clear- several times in fact. So, how's she going to end it? She looks towards the ceiling apprehensively, she doesn't want whoever it is finding you alive, but how does she end it painfully but not slowly. You can see the cogs turning in her head, the only solution really, is to kill you with a team member watching – that would really torture you psychologically. Just as the thought strikes you, it strikes her – and you watch as Morgan descends the stairs, his gun outstretched in front of him, sweeping beams to and fro. Maggie prepares herself and leaps onto his shoulders.

"Shit!" he cries, as Maggie lands squarely onto his unsuspecting shoulders. You hear a scuffle, and suddenly the lights are on, and Morgan's own gun is pointed at him, as well as Maggie's blade.

"We meet again Agent Morgan. Please sit still, or you will die. Either way, Dr. Reid here is going to die, so you may as well give up."

"I will not give up as long as I have someone to save. Now, put the weapons down, and back away slowly, if you think this through, you could get away unharmed and with less of a sentence – maybe you'll be spared the death penalty. Whaddaya say?"

"Be quiet Agent Morgan, or I won't let you get away safe. Now watch, as I take Dr. Reid's life, with your gun." A wicked smile graces her lips, and you notice a glint in her eye that wasn't there previously. Oh boy.

The Archer's POV:

Ah, the final kill at last. Nothing will stand in your way, and thanks to the generous Agent Morgan over there, you have the answer to your riddle. A gun. You can shoot Spencer so many times before he actually loses enough blood that he dies. It's the perfect solution. In fact, you're surprised that it's escaped you until now. Raising the gun carefully you take aim, and shoot squarely into one of Dr. Reid's many seeping wounds. Blood splatters everywhere, and Spencer's cries fill the air, along with Agent Morgan's cursing and swearing. Just wait until he sees what you have in store. A slow smile spreads across your face, why, you haven't felt this good in quite a while. Perhaps the Archer is finally blooming. You take aim again, and shoot at his shoulder blade, not a shot to kill, but certainly a painful shot, as the bullet lodges itself in his shoulder blade, allowing no movement at all – at least, not if he wants painless. Your next shot is with your blade, as you lean crouch over him and begin tracing the bullet wounds with your knife in long, deep strikes. Each time your blade penetrates his flesh, a new cry or groan slices through the air with it. The satisfaction is overwhelming. Finally, the blow that will end his life, what is it that policemen call it? GSW to the head? A smile graces your features, and you raise the gun, take aim and...Shoot.

It's all over now. Reid is dead, Agent Morgan is slumped over in grief, and you don't care enough to kill him. Instead, you focus on ending yourself, now that your mission is complete, you can be too. You move to turn the gun on yourself, but Morgan wrenches it from your grip and cuffs you down on the floor in one fell swoop. Well, you suppose it might be easier to commit suicide in jail anyway, all you have to do is tell the other inmates what you're not in for...

Hotch's POV:

Rossi's just explained everything that's happened, and you're both rushing inside to try and find both missing agents. Whatever happens now, it can't be good. Your eyes fall upon the open trap door, and from below the sounds of a struggle can be heard. Rossi takes the lead and you follow as quickly as possible. You arrive on the bottom level, your guns held out in front of you like shields, and before your eyes is an arrested Maggie Lowe, and Morgan, tears seeping out of his eyes, his breath ragged and harsh as he tries to cough away tears. You look around, and see Reid's mangled body, even without the help of EMTs, you can tell that he's already dead. You just hope that Emily will get better, that at least one of your two injured agents will survive this ordeal.

You walk outside, and ask that the EMTs return and send the Coroner out instead; all of you know that it's going to be a rough night. Grabbing your phone, you call ahead to the hospital and tell them to send the staff on stand-by away, there is no use for them now. As yet, you're still in shock, and therefore unprepared when the raw emotions hit you; the anger, grief and bitterness that follow the death of a colleague, co-worker and friend.

Garcia's POV:

The doctor's just passed by to tell you that Emily's just made it out of surgery, she's not out of the woods yet, but if she makes the night then she should be alright. A sigh of relief emanates from both you and JJ as an enormous strain is removed from your chests. All at once, you're both filled with worry for Reid instead, and it makes you feel guilty for even being relieved at Emily's well being. Almost as soon as this thought occurs to you, a call comes in from Morgan, hoping that it's good news, you answer as brightly as you can, "hey hot stuff, what's the news?"

"He's gone Garcia. We couldn't save him."

"Derek Morgan, please tell me you're joking, for the love of all that is good, if I find out that this is some sort of joke I'll-"

"It's not a joke Penelope. He's on his way to the morgue now, they're going to clean him up and prepare him for the funeral. How's Emily doing?"

"She's just out of surgery...are you sure Derek?"

"I'm sure. I saw him get killed with my own eyes. We have her in custody and she's on her way to holding right now."

"The bitch. Why does she get to live, Derek?"

"Who knows baby girl. I gotta go help Hotch get the bod...get Reid."

"Bye, Morgan."

As soon as you end the conversation you feel the hot wetness of tears dripping down your face. JJ's looking at you expectantly, and you can't trust your own voice to tell her what's happened, so you just shake your head. She understands almost immediately, and the same tears fall down her face, a mirror of yours. Both of you sit still for a while, clasping each other's hands, feeding off each other's warmth, while shaking with barely controlled sobs. You just can't take this anymore.

PRESENT

Hotch's POV:

Reflecting back on the entire case, the blur that took place of life after Reid's passing, you wish you'd spent more time getting to know the people you worked with. Emily, her passing was a real shock, one minute she was fine, the next she was being rushed back into surgery, the bullet having perforated her bones, causing a piece of shattered bone to find its way to her heart, and pierce it through. The doctors words as he informed you all of her fate. Then, her burial, before Reid's – he hadn't been released from the coroner's yet. Now, your team is down two members, and two friends. Your team is down two family members.

You honestly didn't want to bury someone else, and yet you're always the one that ends up by the graveside, when will it be you inside the grave? you wonder.

Okay, it's officially the end of the end. I know, super depressing ending, but I did say it would be totally different from the first. So, please leave in the reviews or PM me about which ending you preferred. I'd like to thank all of the readers who stuck by this story until the end, and all of the people who continuously commented. You've been great, and I hope you enjoyed reading each chapter as much as I enjoyed writing them. Thanks again,

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