Had this idea floating around for awhile. So enjoy.
I don't own Criminal Minds.
Morgan's POV
Thud. Thud. "Mr. Krueger, FBI. Open the door and come out with your hands in the air," I said pounding on the door. There was no response. I counted down on my fingers for Hotch to see. 3, 2, 1. I kicked in the door and began to clear rooms. I walked down the hallway, turning left as I followed it to a room filled with electronic equipment of varying sizes. In the middle of the floor was a trap door held securely in place with a sliding lock. I unlocked it quietly and lifted it keeping my gun trained on the darkness below. I crawled down the ladder into what appeared to be a basement. There was a singular light that swung from the ceiling. Near the back of the room stood a table with a bunch of instruments lying on a bench next to it. The air was cold and damp. I heard a sound coming from my right flank and turned around to find its source. I traced it coming from what looked like a medium sized cage with a plate ingraved Spencer on it. I heard the sound again as I took a step closer. It sounded almost like a wounded animal whimpering. "Hello? It's okay. I'm from the FBI," I said with a hushed voice inching towards the cage. I looked through the bars and gasped. I radioed Hotch to come down here. The kid looked barely eighteen. His brown hair was shoulder length and... were those dog ears sticking out of the top of his head!? He was all skin and bone, but his eyes were the worst. The murky brown eyes looked lifeless and frightened as if they had seen the entirety of hell. I quickly undid the latch and swung the door open. "Come on. Lets get you out of here," I said offering out my hand. Another whimper came from the kid as he scooched towards the back of the cage. "Kid, I promise I won't hurt you. No one will," I swore. The boy relaxed a little and started to inch forward. He was stark naked, but he didn't seem at all phased by the fact. He crawled through the entrance of the cage and sat on the floor. I saw him wrap what looked to be a bushy brown tail around himself. Right then Hotch stepped down into the basement. "Morgan, what is it?" He asked before laying eyes on the strange kid and stopping in his tracks. I didn't think it physically possible, but the boy shrunk in on himself even more. "Morgan?" Hotch said questioning. "I found him down here, Hotch. We have to help him," I stated boldly. He looked at me for a minute before nodding and turning to grab a sheet off of a nearby table. He handed it to me and stepped back. I lowered down to the kid's level and began to place the blanket around him. He stiffened but let me cover him. I saw his eyes start to droop before he suddenly lurched forward. I caught him and picked him up. "Come on, Pretty Boy. Time to go to your new home," I whispered to him.
Spencer's POV
I was surrounded in a thick layer of warmth as I awoke. I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was in a bed covered by blankets. The room was bare except for a small dresser in front of the bed next to the door. The walls were tan and void of all decoration. I started to panic not knowing where I was. I jumped out of the bed and found that I was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt, both of which were too big for me. I walked out of the door and down the hallway which lead towards a kitchen. I froze as I saw the man from last night making scrambled eggs. What was his name?...oh yeah, Morgan. I don't know why but he seemed trustworthy. "Hey, did you get a goodnight's rest?" He asked. I nodded warily. "Good. I'm Derrek Morgan by the way. What's your name?" I lowered my eyes to the ground concentrating on making a sound come out of my mouth. "Ss...Sspe..Sspence" "Spencer?" He guessed. I shook my head up and down vigorously letting a smile creep onto my face. "Alright Spencer, how about we have some breakfast? Good with you?" He asked with raised eyebrows. I nodded once again. Morgan lead me towards a seat before setting a plate with pancakes, eggs, and bacon before me. I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay for a bit, I thought as I dug into the delicious food.
I'm going to write more chapters for this, obviously.
Please review and give me thoughts and or ideas. Gubler113 out.
