Here it is. The last chapter. I will cry the entire time I write it. I'll miss it so much! So read, enjoy, and cry along with me. For the last time, I do not own Criminal Minds, my fellow lovers.

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Morgan was right. He was there every step of the way with Reid, through it all. And it was tough, very tough. For months, Reid would awake with body-shaking nightmares, sweating and feeling the blood from Walter spatter on him before vomiting in the bathroom. Morgan had taken to staying overnight with the kid until his dreams died down a bit.

And they did, eventually.

After much argument, Reid still refused to use any kind of sleep medication. In fact, he refused all medications in general; anything that he could become addicted to.

Also after much debate, Reid accepted the help of a therapist. At first, it terrified him to have to talk to a psychological doctor. He felt as if he was turning into his mother…but after a few weeks, it began to help him.

In the first sessions, he didn't say a word, fearing the doctor would stare at him, realize he had lost his mind, and tell him he needed to be institutionalized. He couldn't handle that happening. But after a few sessions, the doctor broke through to him and got him talking. When he went home that night, he dreams weren't as bad as they were before.

Of course, it took a long time for the dreams to go away, and they never really did. He would still wake up occasionally, reliving parts of his captivity. But now he could handle them better than before.

He had a few months medical leave, which he loathed, but silently admitted that he needed. But he wanted to work so bad, it hurt. He needed something that he could focus on, that he could solve. His brain was numb from lack of using, it was driving him crazy!

Then again, the team always made sure to keep him busy. Not a day went by that not one of them visited and stayed with him for a while. In the beginning, Morgan stayed overnight, so he was always there. Garcia was a frequent visitor, often brining along cookies, brownies, or the occasional espresso. Gideon was there almost every day, and his presence often calmed Reid. He didn't blame Jason for what happened. He didn't blame anyone…

Every weekend, the entire team would come together at his house for whatever movie Garcia picked out. This was such a popular tradition, that it continued even after Reid went back to work. Nothing was better than watching Morgan jumping out of his seat from a Halloween movie. It was priceless…

Reid's wounds healed, physically and emotionally, with time. None of it would have happened without his team, his family next to him the whole way. And eventually, he went back to work. He settled back into his routine, and was able to go back to what he loved.

The scars would always be there, on his flesh and in his soul, as much as he hated the thought. He learned to accept this, however. Walter Collins help make him who he was, and, amazingly, Walter did teach him a lesson.

The lesson was this, simple and easy;

Spencer Reid had a family. He had a mother who loved him. He had six caring BAU team members who have showed countless times, their dedication to him and their love. His family would never betray him, hurt him, or wish him ill will.

Yes, Spencer had a family, and for this, he was incredible fortunate.

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Author's Note:

That's it. I am literally heart-broken this is over, because this is my first full-length story. I know that I hate it when stories end, but remember that I have more on the way.

I truly hoped you enjoyed reading it, because I know I loved writing it. The people who reviewed helped me so much it's impossible to say how thankful I am.

For the last time for this story;

With love, MissdaVinci77