Hey everyone, here is the new story for you all. I hope you all enjoy this fanfic. As always, this has my brand of Reid whump and its rated M for a reason as it features mentions of rape and a few flashbacks. Nothing graphic though. Just warning you all now. Enjoy and I would love to know what you all think.

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Reid stared at the ceiling of the trunk he'd been dragged into. He had walked into his apartment and the next moment he found himself pinned to the bed with a hand over his mouth. He wanted to get out the trunk. He didn't see the man who had taken him. He closed his eyes as he felt the car stop. He couldn't help the small moan that hit the tape over his mouth. He prayed that his team would find him soon. He didn't know what was going to happen.

Please, find me. You always find me. Please, do it now.

Morgan sat at his desk, he stared at the files in front of him and tried not to let his mind wander. He wondered where Reid was now. Six months had gone by.

Six months since he had walked into Reid's apartment to find it trashed and his best friend gone. Every lead had failed to bring them anything. They would never gave up. Garcia lit a candle every day for him, it helped her feel close to finding him again. JJ hated how Henry would ask to see a godfather that had disappeared. Hotch felt responsible and Rossi tried to keep everyone's spirit up even though they all knew he felt despondent over the lost of the young man. Blake helped with Reid's mother, it helped her cope. Morgan drove around a few times in the week after work. He looked for Reid in bars, warehouses and anywhere a body might be dumped. Six months and nothing.

He looked to the picture on his desk, one of Reid and him after the baseball game. "We're going to find you, kid. We'll bring you home too."

Six months later

Morgan made his way down the stairs with his gun ready. It was dark and he knew he had to stay aware of his surroundings. He heard the sound of someone whimpering. He brought his flashlight to the sound of the whimpering. It settled on the form of a young man. It was their missing person, Timothy Farrow. Nineteen years old. Morgan searched around for a light and found the light switch. He hit the switch and turned off his torch. He couldn't see any sign of the unsub. They had identified him as Lincoln Peters.

"Timothy, my name is Derek Morgan. I'm with the FBI. I'm here to help you and take you back to your parents."

"Please, get me out of these," Timothy cried. "I wanna go home."

Morgan pressed his radio. "I need medics and help in the basement. Victim chained, bolt cutters needed."

"Thank you," he sniffed. "I don't where he is. He's done horrible things to us."

"Us?" Morgan quickly questioned.

"I keep hearing someone crying from behind that wood panel. I don't know if he is still there. The guy really hurts him. Please, help us."

"We're going to get you out of here, I promise."

Hotch and Blake came down the stairs, Blake came over to Timothy to comfort him. A few medics followed, one with bolt cutters in his hand. Timothy held out his hands, ready for them to get released from the chains. Morgan made his way to the wooden panel.

"Morgan, what are you doing?" Hotch asked.

"Timothy told me that he hears someone crying behind here and that Lincoln really hurts the guy. I think we have another victim. Help me take down this board."

Hotch and Morgan grabbed the wooden board and began to pull. They gave him a few strong tugs before it came away. Morgan saw a small square sized hole in the wall at the bottom with bars down on it. He saw someone face down, their hands bound with rope above them. He knelt and reached through the bars. He moved the hair out of the person's face. He gasped when he realised who it was. Even through all the blood and bruises, he could see.

"Oh my god. It's Reid."

Hotch reached through the bars and double checked. There he was. Spencer Reid, the man missing for over a year. Morgan tried to reach in enough to remove the gag from Reid's mouth but his arms were too thick.

"Blake, I need you," Morgan called. She rushed over and her eyes widened at the sight of her friend.

"Spencer!" she almost whispered.

"Blake, I need you to reach in and take that gag off him. Your arms are small enough to reach through," Morgan said. She immediately put her arms through and untied the gag from Reid's mouth. She ripped it away and dropped it next to her. It was dirty and horrible. A small moan came from Reid. Hotch watched as Reid's eyes fluttered open. They didn't focus for a few seconds.

"Reid! Reid! It's Hotch, Morgan and Blake. Focus on my voice."

Reid sluggishly looked up to see them. He turned on his stomach and reached out for them. Blake took his hands and held them tight, the rope was too tight for her to untie manually. He began to cry as he looked at them.

"You found m-me," he cried heavily before he shuffled weakly towards them. The hole he was in was barely bigger than his body, it didn't seem to have an end though. "I knew you would. He-Help me."

Morgan felt tears burn his eyes. "We're going to get these bars cut away and then we'll take you away from here. I can't believe it's you. We've missed you so much. Is Lincoln Peters the person that took you?"

Reid held Blake's hands tighter. "I d-don't know his name. Pl-please, I don't want to st-stay here. I wanna go home."

"We're going to take home," Blake cried. "What has he done to you?"

Reid's face crumpled and he began to cry heavier. "Hotch, I wanna go home."

"Get someone here to get these damn bars off," Morgan shouted. Reid let out a whimper and looked at Morgan with fear. "Reid, I'm sorry. It's okay. I won't hurt you."

"He's done things to me," Reid sobbed. "It hurts."

Blake barely had time to grab the ropes around Reid's wrists when the young genius was suddenly pulled back. She hit the bars as she kept hold of him. Fighting to keep him from the person trying to pull him away. Morgan saw a pair of black, gloved hands around Reid's ankles but it was too dark to see a face.

"NO!" Reid screamed. "DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME!"

"Someone is pulling him," Blake grunted as she pulled him back towards her.

"Let him go," Morgan yelled.

Reid looked at Morgan. "I want to go home," he pleaded. "Help me!"

Hotch pulled out his gun. "Reid, stay down."

He pulled the trigger and sent a shot down the hole. They heard someone scramble away. Blake pulled Reid towards her and kept a tight grip on his hands. "I got ya. I'm not letting him get you again."

Hotch turned around and saw someone with a saw coming over.

As soon as the bars got cut away, they pulled him out of hole. They finally saw the true damage to Reid's body. His clothes were dirty, torn and ripped. His hair was shaggy and had crudely been cut. Dried blood was all over his face and his clothes. Bruises littered his face. He had wet himself but there was blood all down his trousers. A paramedic rushed over with a blanket. Morgan wrapped Reid in the blanket, his body shivering due to the cold in the basement.

"We'll get a board down here and treat him in the ambulance."

"I'll carry him up," Morgan quickly said. "I want him out of this basement now."

Reid shook in his arms and looked around for anything that could hurt him.

"Kid, I'm going to carry you out of here and to the ambulance. Is that okay?"

"Don't make me stay here," Reid said fearfully as he leaned against Morgan. "He'll come for me when it's dark and he'll hurt me. I don't want to go through it again."

Morgan swept Reid into his arms and carried his thin and frail body out of the house and towards the ambulance. He saw Rossi coming towards them.

"Oh my god. Is that-" Rossi said in shock.

"It is," Morgan nodded and he climbed into the ambulance and tried to put Reid on the bed. A small hand clenched around his shirt and refused to let go. He looked down to see Reid looking at him with tearful eyes. "What is it, Reid?"

"I-I haven't seen you in a year," he said quietly. "I don't want him to get me again. Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone with strangers."

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'm going to stay here with you. The paramedics just need to look you over. Kid, what happened?"

Reid's face crumpled into tears again. "He-He-he-" Reid tried to say but bit his lip so hard it began to bleed.

"Don't do that. You're bleeding."

"I've bled a lot of over the last year. Too much. I want to go home."

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