Hey everyone, here is my new story that I promised. This is an AU and I'm doing this kind of story as I loved writing AU stories, it just gives you much more to work with. This is rated M for a reason, it will contain non-con but as most of you know I try not to do anything too graphic. It will also feature mentions of abuse and drug abuse. You've been warned. This is set in the current time, Reid is just younger than everyone else. I really hope you enjoy this as I'm excited to write it. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Rossi rubbed his eyes as he began to feel tired, the case they had all been working on for a week had finally come to an end, he knew it'd been a rough case, the roughest for a while. Six men all beheaded with a different sin carved into their chest, they had finally caught the unsub, a young woman who the first victim had forced to have sex. She hadn't been able to stop killing because she believed all men would hurt her and that seven needed to die for their sins. He yawned and felt his entire body calling out for sleep. He rolled down his window to get some fresh air into the car. He knew the team was waiting for him to get back from taking the latest victim back home. He took the victim home as it reassured him why he did this job. To make sure people got home to their families.

He slammed on the brakes when he heard a scream come from the small forest area he was driving by, he waited and felt his sleepy mind go on full alert when he heard another scream.

"NO!" a panicked voice shouted from the trees. Rossi loaded up his gun and quickly left the SUV, he raced into the trees but didn't hear anyone screaming anymore. All he could hear was an angry male voice and muffled whimpers, he climbed up a small dirt hill. Carefully, he looked over the ridge. He placed both hands on his gun as he saw someone laying on the floor with a black cloth sack over their head.

"You think I'd let you go that easy," an older man, around the same age as Rossi, growled before delivering a brutal kick to person on the floor.

"FBI, freeze!" Rossi shouted as he raced forward with his gun.

He barely had time to react as the man threw a knife at him, he dived out of the way and fired off a shot. He heard the man curse and caught a glimpse of him as he ran away. Rossi raced after him, feeling pain in his shoulder from diving away. He brought the gun up as the man jumped into a truck and gunned the engine. He aimed for the tires but didn't manage to hit them.

"Dammit!" he snapped as he took in the license plate. Carefully, he made his way back to the victim. He knelt next to him and took off the black sack to see a young man with a swollen black eye, bruises on his cheeks and jaw as well as a bloody nose. The young man tried to scurry away from him but he held him back and removed the gag.

"Get away!" the young man screamed.

"Hey, hey," Rossi called as he took him by the shoulders and made him face him. "I'm not the man who attacked you. My name is David Rossi, I'm with the FBI. I was driving past and I heard you screaming. He's gone, I scared him away. What's your name?"

"You're really FBI?!"

"Yes, my team was here on a case. What's your name?" Rossi asked again, happy that he was beginning to get through to the young man.

"Spencer Reid," he said before breaking down into tears. "Thank you! Thank you for saving me."

"Nice to meet you, Spencer," Rossi nodded with a gentle smile before bringing out a pocket knife. "I'm not going to hurt you, I need to cut the ropes around your wrists."

"Just cut it, please," Spencer pleaded, his brown eyes still full of fear and pain. Rossi quickly cut the rope from his hands and feet. As he was unwrapping the rope, he stopped when he saw the needle marks on Spencer's arm. He dropped the rope and examined the arm.

"It's not what you think," Spencer panicked.

"What do you mean? These are clearly injection sites and your pupils are wide as hell."

"I never wanted it," Spencer cried as he tried to take back his arm. "He said it was a way of keeping me happy but I don't like how it makes me feel. I begged him not to do it. Please, help me. I just want to go home to my mother. God knows what has happened to her."

"It's okay," Rossi said as he looked into Spencer's eyes. "We'll get you home. How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen."

Rossi shook his head and hated that someone so young had gone through such a thing. "We can talk more when we get to my car, I need to take you to the hospital and call my team. We'll catch this man. Do you live here locally?"

"Where are we? What state?" Spencer said before letting a shiver come through him.

"Wyoming," Rossi answered.

"No, no, no," the young man shook his head, his hands grabbing fistfuls of his brown hair. He looked up with tear filled eyes. "I live in Las Vegas with my mother, at least I did. I did till-."

Spencer stopped talking and began to rock back and forth.

"Spencer, how long were you with that man?" Rossi questioned, hoping that his suspicions weren't correct.

"I got taken December last year, I don't know how long I've been with him."

Rossi didn't have to do the math in his mind. "It's June, Spencer. We need to get you into the car and to the hospital."

He pushed away the hands that tried to touch his clothes. "Stop it! I don't want you near me or taking my clothes off!"

"Spencer, you could have internal injuries. We need to check you to make sure you're not in any danger from any health problems."

"I said no!" he yelled. "I'm eighteen, you can't force me to do what I don't want to do."

"What's going on?" a voice came from the door. Spencer looked up and saw the man he recognized as David Rossi and a taller, bigger man.

"He's refusing to let us help him," the nurse said impatiently.

Rossi walked over the bed. "Spencer, you're hurt. They're just trying to help you."

"I don't want their help, I just want to go home," he said before running a hand through his hair. "Just take me home and I'll be fine. I'm rejecting medical attention."

"You've been with him for six months, we need to know what he did," the other man spoke up. "I'm Derek Morgan, I also work for the FBI. Kid, we're just trying to help you.

Spencer looked at Morgan and then put his shaking hands in his lap. "I know you're trying to help me but I want to go home."

"We need to find this man before he takes another person. Anything you tell us can help us find him," Morgan said gently.

Tears came to his eyes as he looked at the two agents, he brought his knees to his chest and rested his head on his knees, he sobbed as he remembered the first horrible time he's been used. The loss of something precious to him. He jumped when a hand touched his back and began to rub soothing circles. He brought his head from his knees and looked at Rossi.

"I know his name, I know who he is," he whispered. "I don't want you to see what he did."

"How about this?" Rossi suggested. "The doctor, the nurse and Morgan will leave for a few minutes and we can talk, just you and me."

Rossi watched Spencer nod his head gently after a moment. Morgan nodded and left the room with the nurse and doctor. Rossi sat on the edge of the hospital bed and braced himself for what he was about to hear. "Spencer, what don't you want us to see?"

"Everything," he whispered before his breathing hitched. "I know who he is because he was my professor at college. He taught mathematics and I had just gained my first doctorate."

"You're only eighteen though."

"I have an IQ of 187 and I can read twenty thousand words per minute. I graduated high school when I was twelve, Agent Rossi. Is my mother okay?"

"I have people checking that now," Rossi assured him. "Spencer, I need to know why he took you and what he has done to you."

"He forced himself on me," he cried before burying his head in his hands. His whole body began to shake. "He's hurt me for six months and kept me his goddamn basement. He took me the day he left his teaching position. I don't understand why he took me. He gave me the drugs to stop me from fighting back."

Spencer grabbed his head as fragment of a memory he wanted to forget broke through.

"It'll be okay, Spencer. You'll like this, you'll feel good," the professor whispered in his ear.

"NO! Please!" he struggled. "No, please, I don't want this."

"Stop it," he moaned as he pushed the memory to the back of his mind. He hit his head and then struggled when Rossi grabbed his hands to stop him hurting him. "Get off me."

Rossi kept hold of Spencer's hands. "Hey, hey, now listen to me. You're safe in the hospital and I promise we'll find him. I'm so sorry he's put you through so much pain. I know you want to go home but you have a lot of cuts and bruises that need treatment and you don't know if the professor had anything. You need blood tests and we need to run a rape exam."

Spencer shook his head. "I told you what he did, why must I have an exam?"

"How many times did he force himself on you?" Rossi asked gently. "Men like him don't keep someone and only hurt them once."

"Every few days I think, I'm not sure. I had no clock or window in the basement. He would come down, all showered and smiling and he would start. I really did try to fight but sometimes I was so out of it from the drugs I could only lay there and plead. I don't what I did to deserve this," Spencer sobbed before bowing his head.

Rossi wanted to reach out and just give the young man a hug, he knew that was a bad idea considering what he had gone through. He settled on putting his hand on Spencer's back and began to rub soothing circles. He felt Spencer tense up but felt him relax when he realised that the hand wasn't going to hurt him. They stayed like that for ten minutes before Spencer lifted his head.

"Derek Duvall," he whispered. "His name is Derek Duvall. Please don't let him get me."

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