A/N: Okay so I have decided to edit this story and post all the chapters in one go. I wanted to go back and fix a few errors so the whole story would flow with what I have in the new chapters. Like I said when I had started this story it wasn't going to have any relationships in it. As I got through a few chapters I decided I would use this story as the starting story for a MorganXHotchXReid relationship. So I want to clear a few things up Reid is 27 in this, Morgan is 37 and Hotch is 42. Hotch and Hailey are divorced, but Foyet never happened.

Summary: Hotch, Morgan and Reid have been kidnapped and they need to fight to save themselves. Once they are safe and back home they have to fight to keep their sanity and for Reid to recover after the traumatic events. Just how strong is their relationship and will they all make it at the end. WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, DRUG USE, SEX AND RAPE.

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Chapter 1

It was dark, though that might have something to do with the fact that he had yet to open his eyes. He was willing his mind to work for his eyes to open, but he found it harder then he thought it would be. There was a pain radiating through his head making his mind a little fuzzy. Without opening his eyes he forced his body to work to let his other senses take control. He could smell the metallic of blood so he knew he was either injured so the smell lingered in the room. He could feel something rough against his wrists and ankles so he was tied down to something. Though he could tell he was sitting down on what felt like metal so a metal chair maybe. He couldn't feel or taste anything in his mouth so he wasn't gagged that had to be a positive. He did his best to focus on his hearing at first he didn't hear anything but then he head breathing and followed by a groan. Forcing his eyes to work he opened them and finally took in his surroundings.

Sure enough he was tied down with rope to a metal chair. His ankles were tied with rope to the two front legs of the chair. He was in the same clothes he had on earlier that evening at least he was hoping it was the same day, a pair of brown kakis and a polo shirt. He began to look around and he saw that there were no windows, the walls were cement and there was only one door in the room. He could see the door from where he was sitting so he could see if anyone would enter at least. That wasn't the problem the problem was he could also see that he wasn't alone. To his left in the same position that he was in there was Morgan. He was dressed in black jeans and a black muscle shirt. That was where the groan had come from. Morgan was just starting to come to. He could see that he had a gash on his forehead from where the UnSub had knocked him out. It wasn't bleeding anymore though so that was a good thing.

Across from him though is what made his heart break. Sitting there again in the same position that both he and Morgan were in was Reid. He was facing them and had his back to the door. The three of them were in a sad excuse of a circle but he was happy that they all could at least see each other. Reid was surprisingly dressed in light blue stone washed jeans that were surprisingly in fashion and a t-shirt; which for anyone who saw Reid on a daily basis knew he never dressed that casual in public. Which meant that at least him and Reid had been taken from their homes. He looked over to Morgan who now had his eyes opened and taking in his surroundings as well.

"Morgan, are you alright?"

Morgan looked over to his right and spoke.

"Hotch man ya I'm alright. Head kinda hurts but that's to be expected from the sucker hit I took. Are you alright?"

"Ya I took a hit to the back of my head, got a headache but it's nothing. I'm not dizzy or nauseous so no concussion. You?"

"No I don't have one. I don't see any blood on you so you're head wound didn't even bleed."

"That's good. Yours has stopped. What about Reid can you see any blood?"

Morgan moved his head to the side to try and see as much of Reid as he can. Sure enough there was red on the back of his neck and it was still coming down.

"Ya there's blood on the side of his neck and it's still bleeding pretty good. Has he woken up yet?"

"I don't know I just woke up same time you did basically. What do you remember?"

"I don't know. I was at home I just let Clooney out into the back yard. I was getting ready to head off to bed. I heard a noise I thought it was Clooney I turned around I barely had time to even realise what was going on. I saw him swing with a bat or crowbar I don't know but it hit my head and that was it. What happened to you?"

"Same thing basically. I heard a noise and turned around to see where it was coming from and took a hit to the back of my head. I never saw who it was or what was used. It was just after eleven at night. What time was it at your place?"

"Um around twelve thirty at night. Which means he got you first then me. So he must have used a van to keep all three of us in it."

"The question is did he get me first or Reid?"

"Hopefully he got you first no offense, but if he got Reid first and he still isn't awake that can't be a good thing."

Hotch didn't want to be the one to say it but Morgan was right. The fact that Reid hadn't woken up yet was troubling. Hotch took a better look at Reid and that's when he noticed the discoloration on the side of Reid's face and under his left eye.

"He has bruising on his face starting to come through."

Morgan took a better look at Reid and noticed the bruising on his face.

"If he has bruising that means he fought before he got knocked out."

"Or the UnSub hit him after he was knocked out. If that's the case then Reid might be the focus of this UnSub."

"Ok Hotch, but then why me and you?"

"I don't know leverage maybe? We need to wake him up judging by the blood now making its way down his neck he probably has a concussion."

"Reid come on wake up man."

Morgan said trying to get Reid's attention but he didn't even move. So Hotch tried.

"Spencer come on Spencer wake up." Hotch practically yelled at Reid who was no more than a hundred feet away.

Reid let out a groan as he started to come to. His whole body hurt especially his head. He thought he heard someone calling his name but he couldn't be sure if he had imagined it or not. He was trying to come to, but his head hurt so horribly just the thought of opening his eyes seemed like the greatest task.

"Come on Reid open your eyes man."

Morgan's voice filled Reid's ears giving him the push he needed to open his eyes and face the pain. Slowly he opened his eyes only to shut them again as the dim light hit his eyes. He knew he had a headache and probably a mild concussion from the pain in his head. Slowly he began to open his eyes but only keeping them partly open.

"Morgan?"

Reid's voice was soft and sounded like he was in pain. Though neither Hotch nor Morgan could really blame him he obviously went through more than they had.

"Ya come on kid open your eyes for us."

"Us?"

"Hotch and me are here with you man."

"Hotch and I."

Both Hotch and Morgan couldn't help but smile at that comment. Even injured Reid's mind doesn't stop working.

"Ok I'm gonna let that one go on account you're injured. But you gotta do me a favor and open your eyes all the way."

"Can't the light hurts."

"You probably have a concussion Reid. You need to stay awake and try and focus your mind."

Hotch said trying to get Reid to get his brain to work. There was a good chance Reid saw this UnSub if they could come up with a profile they might be able to get out of here. Or at least hang on long enough for them to be found. Once the three of them didn't show up in the morning for work the others would know something is wrong. Hotch was the one in charge it was his job to protect his subordinates he had to keep them all focused. As bad as it may sound Hotch was more worried about Reid. He had already been through something like this just two years ago. Hotch wasn't going to pretend like Tobias Hankle didn't change their young genius. Reid had already spent two days handcuffed to chair at the mercy of an UnSub Hotch really didn't know how Reid would handle this situation again. The only comfort he could offer was that he wasn't alone this time around. Hotch knew Morgan was thinking the same things he was together they had to protect Reid especially after falling to do so the last time. If this UnSub was a physical person then Reid was going to be in trouble. As bad as that sounded Reid wasn't a fighter. Sure Hotch had seen him talk his way out of almost any situation. When they had mentally unstable UnSubs Reid could talk them down and no one would be hurt. Reid just knew what to say and how to say it to someone that was unstable. Reid was intelligent to the point where genius didn't even do him justice that was his strength. Where Morgan was physically threatening, Morgan could fight with the best of them. Hotch had no doubt that if the UnSub hadn't gotten Morgan by surprise he would have won. Was Morgan good with mentally unstable people, no, but he could talk to children like no one else. Hotch was in the middle of the two he was intelligent and could talk down some unstable individuals but most of the time he had to shoot. He was also a physical threat not as good as Morgan but he could hold his own. If the three of them could all just focus and come up with a plan they might be able to actually get out of here without further injuries.

Reid was looking at both of them with squinted eyes. Even though there was barely any light in the room it still hurt. Reid knew that was a sure sign of a concussion. He had to get his mind to work he had to remember what happened.

"Reid listen to me the back of your head is bleeding still do you think you have a concussion?" Morgan asked clearly concerned for his young friend.

"The light hurts my eyes but I have a headache so that could be why. I don't remember what happened though so that's probably not a good sign."

"You have a concussion Reid. It sounds like a mild one but if we're not careful that could worsen pretty dam fast."

"I don't remember what happened… I always remember. How did you guys get here?"

"Morgan and I were both attacked at home, both blitz attacks. What's the last thing you remember?"

"I don't… I don't know it's all fuzzy."

"Look at me pretty boy."

Reid turned his head slightly to look over at Morgan instead of Hotch. His eyes were still squinted trying to get them to adjust to the new found pain behind them.

"Let's figure this out alright. What time did you leave work?"

"5pm"

"What did you do after you left?"

"I went to the subway, but it was running late."

"Did you notice anyone that seemed weird to you? Did you sense that someone was watching you?" Hotch asked trying to figure out why the interest in Reid.

"No everything seemed normal."

"When did you get home?" Morgan asked.

"Just after 6:30pm"

"What did you do when you got home?"

"I locked the door, put my bag down and then went into the kitchen to put on coffee. I went into the bedroom put my gun and badge in the top drawer of the side table next to my bed. I got changed and then went to get the coffee. I checked the answering machine and made a phone call."

"Phone call to whom?" Hotch asked he knew it was an invasion of privacy but at this point they couldn't rule anything out.

Reid looked down suddenly finding the floor more interesting in that moment.

"My mom's doctor called."

Hotch and Morgan both looked at each other Reid's posture and sudden change suggested to them that something was wrong in that area. Morgan decided he would take point on the personal issue level.

"Is she alright?"

"I started going over case files afterwards. JJ had given me extra to work on so I was doing that until I was interrupted."

Both Hotch and Morgan were concerned now for Reid. Obviously he ignored Morgan's question about his mother which meant something had happened. Both were hoping it wasn't the worst case scenario.

"Interrupted by what?" Hotch asked

"A knock on the front door. I remember answering it but then everything gets scattered and it's just bits and pieces. I remember fighting and trying to get to my gun in the bedroom, but I never made it. He had a crowbar I went to get it away from him, but it came down on my wrist. My ribs hurt so he must have landed a few hits there, but I don't remember much just pain and then it all goes black."

"Did you ever see his face? Was there a smell or did he say anything? Morgan asked trying to help jog his friend's memory.

"I know I saw his face I opened the door for him so I must have known him on some level, but I can't remember right now."

"It's alright that's from the concussion Reid we'll figure this out plus I'm sure he'll show up eventually. Do you remember what time roughly?" Hotch asked

"Um 9pm roughly?"

"Ok that's good that gives us a time frame now. He came after you first then myself and then Morgan. Morgan and I were only hit over the head most likely with the same crowbar. You were different though, you were personal to him. He didn't just want to knock you out he wanted to hurt you."

"Maybe he's from a pass case and the three of us were the ones primarily responsible? Maybe Reid was the one to do the arrest of the UnSub, could be a family member or a spouse?"

"That's a good possibility. Reid you let him in so you knew him and he knew you would remember him. You were definitely his target now we just need to figure out why and who he is. If we can come up with a profile we might be able to get out of here."

"Except we can only do that once we know more about who he is and I can't remember." Reid said.

"Give it time you'll remember for right now you need to stay awake." Hotch said

"I am awake."

"Awake people don't have their eyes closed." Morgan teased.

"Sleeping people don't talk."

"Yes they do now open your eyes."

Reid slowly opened his eyes but he could barely keep them open. They all knew that was a bad sign Reid couldn't sleep it wouldn't be good and they may never get him back awake. They had to keep him awake somehow and get his mind working to ignore the pain. Both Hotch and Morgan knew that Reid was in more pain than he would admit to. He had just told them how he got attacked with a crowbar they were both certain that underneath his shirt he would be covered in bruises. Morgan's mind just clicked to what Reid had said earlier about putting on the coffee.

"Reid did you eat today?"

"What?"

"You didn't eat at work so I'm asking if you ate today."

"Why does that matter?"

"I'm just making conversation to keep you awake. Plus you said when you got home you put on coffee, why not dinner?"

"I wasn't hungry."

Hotch was confused by Morgan's question. He wasn't really sure why it mattered if Reid ate or not. Everyone on the team knew that Reid loved his coffee it wasn't a mystery nor was it that he often didn't eat lunch being too busy with his work. Half the time he didn't even notice when everyone left to go to lunch.

"But what did you eat all day?"

"I had breakfast."

"What did you eat though besides coffee?"

"You don't eat coffee you drink it and I had cereal."

Hotch was now starting to get worried all Reid had eaten was cereal all day. That wasn't healthy for a person to do especially when you were already as thin as Reid.

"Reid do you do that often?" Hotch couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah I guess. It's not a big deal I don't eat much, I'm never hungry."

"Maybe you're never hungry because you don't eat." Morgan said clearly concerned for his friend.

"Look it's really not a big deal my eating comes in phases. Depends how bad the cases are."

"What do they have to do with eating?" Hotch asked.

"When you read a file what do you remember?" Reid asked both of them Hotch was the first to answer.

"Victim's name, suspects, their family, if there's children; the cause of death, number of victims, time frame."

"Pretty much the same for me."

"When I read a file I remember everything. Not just the main facts but everything. It doesn't even matter if there are pictures, because the autopsy report goes into detail of every injury right down to the smallest cut. By the time I'm done reading it I have a clear picture in my head of what was done to that victim. If there are pictures I remember every blood drop, the look on the victim's face, every mark every single thing in that photo is permanently imprinted in my mind I can't forget. I've tried different things to help me forget when I get home but the one thing that has actually made me forget for a little while I can't do. So if the cases are bad eating really isn't something that interests me when the images won't go away."

Both Hotch nor Morgan knew what to say in that moment. They never thought about it before what effect Reid's memory would have on him. The whole team took advantage of Reid's mind they all knew it but none of them had ever thought of what Reid's mind did to him. To have the ability to forget was a blessing that Reid didn't have. Hotch was the one to break the silence.

"Reid why are you taking files home then?"

"They keep my mind busy. I don't always bring extra home but sometimes when … when the cravings get bad it's the only thing that helps."

"Cravings? Reid man you've been clean what nineteen months and you still get cravings?" Morgan asked

"Twenty months, one week and 4 days. I don't get them all the time usually when we get back from a really bad case. Working is the only thing that distracts me from them, but it's a double edge sword because then more images get put into my memory and that makes sleeping and eating more difficult."

Hotch and Morgan couldn't believe that Reid was still getting cravings even after almost two years of sobriety.

"Reid, why do you do this job? I don't mean it to sound bad or anything but why do you do this job man?" Morgan asked

"I get roughly twenty job requests a month from various agencies and universities. Just the thought though of leaving the BAU makes me feel like I can't breathe. Sitting in some lab or classroom just seems so mundane and unfulfilling. Working in the BAU it's constantly a different puzzle to solve it makes my mind work. I love knowing I can be a part of putting criminals behind bars and helping people who are mentally unstable get the right help that they need. Beside the images in my mind already aren't going to magically go away so a few more really won't matter."

"Reid I never even thought about the downside of your mind I'm sorry." Hotch said

"Don't be I'm glad that it never crossed your mind or anyone else on the team. My whole life I've never been able to just be, I've always stood out. With the team though, I'm just another member and not the freak that doesn't forget. It's nice to finally belong somewhere."

Both Hotch and Morgan couldn't help but smile at Reid. They both knew that it had been hard on him growing up how hard they didn't know. They did however, have a pretty good guess and for Reid to feel normal with the team really did speak volumes to them.

"You know Reid if you ever go through a craving spell you can always talk to me. We can always go to a meeting together if you want or we can order in and watch movies until it passes."

"Thanks Morgan."

"Same goes for me Reid I know officially I couldn't know about it, but I do know about it. Which means we can always talk about it outside of work."

"I don't really talk about it."

"Does it ever get really bad?" Morgan asked

"Sometimes. Every now and then the nightmares come back that's usually when the cravings start up. It's just the memories that's all sometimes I can still smell the burning fish hearts. It comes and goes it's not really a big deal."

"That kinda is a big deal Reid. I know you'll never forget but that doesn't mean it can continue to affect you. I know you don't wanna talk about what happened and I'm sure there was more that happened to you when the camera wasn't on. You need to talk about it though at some point you can't just bottle it all inside of you. Believe me you can't live through life with that bottled all up inside of you talking does help."

"I don't talk about things like that. It's not easy for me to talk about personal subjects. Shouldn't we be trying to figure out how to get out of here?"

"You're right we should be. So let's work with what we know this UnSub is obviously male and is driving a van of some sorts. Morgan and myself were only an hour roughly apart, so he wouldn't have had the time to drop me off here and go back for Morgan." Hotch said

"He's focused on Reid judging by how the attack on Reid was worse than us. Which means there's some kind of personal connection to you somehow. Maybe a past case where you were a primary in getting the UnSub. He could be a friend or relative of the UnSub." Morgan added.

"Reid how's your head?"

"It's fine why?"

"Do you think you can try and do a cognitive interview?" Hotch asked

"Sure."

"Hotch do you think that's a good idea with his concussion?"

"It's the best shot we have right now. Worst case scenario is he doesn't remember anything. We don't have anything to lose."

"Alright close your eyes Reid."

Reid closed his eyes he knew how this worked he had done it himself to other witnesses and victims before. Not that Reid was labeling himself as a victim he never has and he never will. Reid stopped his train of thought and just focused on Morgan's voice.

"Go back to earlier you were sitting on your couch working on case files. What makes you stop?"

"There was a knock on the door."

"How many knocks?"

"Three before I got up. I wasn't going to answer it."

"Why weren't you going to answer the door?"

"I figured it wasn't important you guys always call me if something is wrong. I figured it was a neighbour or someone selling something. After the third knock I knew the person wasn't going to go away."

"Alright so what do you do next?"

"I went and answered the door. I opened the door and he was standing there."

"Who is he?"

"I don't know."

"What do you smell?"

"Metallic, but not like blood it's more like old metal."

"What do you hear?"

"Nothing there's no-one else outside. His breathing is calm and even."

"What do you feel when you answer the door?"

"Uneasy."

"Why uneasy what about the situation made you feel that way?"

"The way he's looking at me almost like a predator. He's arrogant and over confident like he already assumed he was going to win."

"What did you do next?"

"He asked to come in and I let him."

"Why didn't you close the door on him?"

"I know him."

"Where do you know him from?"

"The academy we were in the same class."

"What happened after you let him in?"

"I started moving the files off the coffee table so he wouldn't see them. He wouldn't sit down even when I said for him to. He had his coat in his hands I didn't realise he was hiding the crowbar until it was too late. He hit me and we fought I tried to get to my bedroom for my gun but I couldn't get to it."

"Did he say anything to you at all?"

"He said it was my fault, but wouldn't elaborate on it."

"Who is he Reid?"

Reid opened his eyes and looked right at Morgan before he spoke.

"Damien Waters."

"What do you know about him?" Hotch asked

"Um… he was in the same class as me in the academy. He was thirty-five then so thirty-nine or forty now. He had short light brown hair he had a beard but he always kept it as stubble and he had green eyes. He was smart, the smartest in the class before I got put into it. The other cadets used to talk about how he was on top of the academic section of the academy. I started the academy a month late by the time Gideon had managed to convince the council to let me in at my age. I was only twenty-one they didn't think I would be mature enough to handle the job."

"What was he like when you got put into the class?" Hotch asked knowing that Reid would have been the smartest in the school instead of Damien.

"He was nice at first. He introduced me to some of his friends and instructors. He didn't really change until two weeks later when I had my first profiling class. Up until that point he was the one to look out for. He made a profile of an UnSub, but he made a huge mistake and I corrected him on it. The instructor said I was right from that point on it started to go downhill between us. I was better at geographical profiling then he was, the instructors that favored him started to favor me asking me to stay after class just so they could hear my opinions. It really wasn't until one day when our profiling instructor Dave Thomas asked me to stay after class to work on real files with him. That's when he lost it."

"What do you mean?" Morgan asked

"He started to bully me. He got his friends and other students involved in pushing me around trying to get me to quit. He even got a few instructors to come at me."

"Come at you how?" Hotch asked his parental protection was starting to come through at the mention of instructors bullying Reid.

"They just would push me when I was in the halls, ignore me in class, some went as far as giving me a fail on a test. The physical instructors would make me do twice as much work and if I couldn't do it they would make me stay until I could and have the class watch. Just little things."

"That's not little things Reid." Hotch said clearly angry at the instructors and he was going to find out who they were and make sure they didn't teach anymore.

"It's not like I wasn't used to it. Beside I had Gideon on my side when I told him about the instructors failing me on tests that were correct he took care of it."

"What happened when you graduated?" Morgan asked trying to get back on track. He was also trying to collect his rage that was building at the abuse that Reid had taken over the years just because of his intelligence.

"I was accepted into the BAU right away. I didn't even look at the other job offers I got from other departments."

"Do you know what Damien got?" Hotch asked

"No I know he was applying to the BAU he talked about it all the time, but I'm not sure where else. I know he didn't get in the BAU Gideon said there was only one spot and that was me."

"That must be it. Damien was at the top of the ladder before you came. He was the schools hot shot in both physical and more importantly intellectual. Then you come along the one person in history to be at the academy at your age, plus they made all the exceptions just so you can graduate. You're now the smartest in the school and get the only position for the BAU. You basically took his dreams away not that that is your fault. It's not something you did all you did was be yourself and he's jealous." Morgan stated.

"That explains why I would be here but why would you two be here?"

"I have a feeling that we won't know that answer until we met him." Hotch answered.

"So what we just wait around until he decides to show up?" Morgan asked

"Can either of you get free?" Reid asked

Both Hotch and Morgan tried to get their wrists free from the ropes. The problem was they were tied down to metal chairs so it wasn't like they could break the chair. The ropes were tight and all they had managed to do was give themself rope burn.

"It's too tight and the freaking chair is metal so we can't get break them." Morgan said

"Reid can you get free?" Hotch asked he didn't think Reid would be able to but it couldn't hurt to try.

"No."

"You didn't try." Morgan stated.

"I can't try it's not rope it's a metal wire. If I try anything it'll cut into my wrists."

"How sharp is the wire?" Hotch asked

"Sharp enough for me to know not to move my wrists unless I have to."

No one said anything to that. Hotch nor Morgan knew what to say in this situation. They all knew that Reid was the focus of this UnSub's rage and it was just proven again with the use of the wire on his wrists. Each time Reid moved the wire would cut into them cutting deeper each time. Reid had already gone through being kidnapped and tortured two years ago it was cruel then and now it seemed to be even more cruel. For a person to have to go through that situation twice in their life time seemed unthinkable. Not only that Reid was only twenty-seven and he had been kidnapped twice. Morgan and Hotch were both alpha males they were strong and could handle their emotions with Reid though he was different he was all intellect emotions were unpredictable and irrational his mind didn't work that way. Reid didn't understand emotions or how to handle them, sure he had gotten better at dealing with his since being on the team but he still had a lot of work to do. Hotch and Morgan knew they would have to do everything they can to keep Reid safe both would be willing to redirect the UnSub's anger at them instead of Reid. They didn't doubt that Reid could take the pain he was tougher then people give him credit for. It was more of the fact that they didn't think it was right for him to be in pain. Morgan himself was ten years older than Reid and Hotch was fifteen years older than him. Reid was the youngest and they all looked out for him. It annoyed Reid on many different occasions but they just couldn't help it he was still young and had so much to experience. They all thought of him as a little brother, Rossi thought of him as a nephew and Hotch thought of him as a son. Reid had been through so much in his life already that it was easy to forget that he wasn't even thirty yet and was doing this job. Reid never acted his age he never acted like he was younger then forty half the time. Both Hotch and Morgan were worried about how this will affect Reid when it's all over with.

"This is going to be bad." Reid whispered.

"We don't know that man." Morgan said.

"No we don't but statistically speaking he didn't go out of his way and through all the trouble of kidnapping three federal agents. Tie them to a chair and leave them in what I'm assuming is some sort of cellar just so he can talk. Unless this is some sort of social convention that I'm not aware of, I think it's safe to say this is going to be bad."

Before anyone could say anything they heard the creaking sound of a door opening behind Reid. A few seconds later in walked a man that stood six feet tall, weighed easily three hundred pounds of pure muscle, and had light brown hair. It was clear that this man was Damien it was also clear why Reid had so many bruising from the fight. Both Hotch and Morgan couldn't help but think of what Reid's torso looked like under his shirt. With this man swinging a crowbar it was bound to do some serious damage. They couldn't help but wonder how much pain Reid was hiding from them. Damien walked over and placed both hands on Reid's shoulders and leaned down. Reid flinched at the touch it wasn't that he was afraid it was just unexpected.

"You never did understand social conventions did you freak. But what can a person really expect from some weak little autistic freak like you."

If Reid looked hurt by those words he didn't show it. Damien removed his hands from Reid's shoulders and walked around so he was no standing off to the side between Reid and Hotch.

"What do you want?" Hotch asked with a serious stern tone in his voice.

"Hm why do I have to want something?"

"Quit the games and get to the point." Morgan said getting more annoyed than ever.

"You are a fiery one, but I wonder how long that will last. You've been down here for five hours now how long do you think you and your little friends here will last? If I were you I would watch your tone with me. Wouldn't want to have to hurt one of them because you can't keep your anger in tack."

"What do you want with us Damien?" Reid asked looking right at Damien which for him was different in the academy Reid never looked at anyone. Damien didn't like the new found confidence he went over and punched Reid in head. Forcing his head to snap to the side causing the wires to cut into his wrists and making his headache worse.

"Don't you say my name you little shit. You're not good enough to call me by name and you never will be."

Reid blinded a few times trying to fight back the darkness threatening to overtake him. Hotch and Morgan could both tell that Reid was fighting unconsciousness. They looked at each other and they silently agreed that they had to watch what they said or Reid would pay the price. Damien went and stood over behind Hotch before he spoke.

"See I was only going to take the freak and keep him for some fun time. However, I started digging around for information that a good friend of mine gave me and I found out a few good little bits. I know everything about that little freak and I found out about you two. See you Aaron Hotchner and Derek Morgan each equal one half of the freak. What you have been through together is what he has been through. I was always an overachiever so I figured I couldn't just take him I had to take the both of you."

"You haven't answered why." Hotch said voice still stern and serious.

"Why what?"

"Why did you decide to do this? You're a federal agent you graduated the academy why are you throwing it all away?"

"I didn't throw it all away!"

Damien yelled as he punched Hotch in the side. The punch hurt more than Hotch wanted to admit but it had him worry even more for the level of pain Reid was in. This guy could fight and had a lot of strength to his muscles the last thing he needed was a crowbar.

"It was because of people like you that I lost my badge. Your type always looks down on people you think you're so superior. I'm going to teach you though that you are not superior to me. You need to learn that your attitude has consequences that's why you are all here. By the time I kill you three you will all have learned each other's deep dark secrets. Even if by miracle your little pathetic team finds you, you'll never look at each other the same. Especially the freak I guarantee if you make it out of this alive the first thing you'll do as a boss Aaron is fire the freak. That's a different story for a later time though for now I think I'll start with something a bit more fun."

Damien walked over to Reid pulling out two objects from his pocket. He couldn't help the smirk that was plastered on his face. He pulled out a bottle of dilaudid and an empty syringe Reid couldn't help the hitch in his breathing as memories came flooding back to him. Morgan and Hotch couldn't believe when they saw Damien hold up the syringe in a taunting manner.

"Now let me think how much I should put in it. Hm….. ten milligrams? Twenty? How about we start out with twenty-five milligrams shall we? Now I know when you first start doing drugs you're supposed to go slow, but you already have a tolerance so why not just jump right in."

Damien started to fill the syringe up to the right amount. Reid quickly worked on the only thing he knew that was his best chance of survival.

"Hold on a second just listen to me. I understand you're angry something obviously happened to you recently that made you lose your credentials. It's not the end of the world though and doing this isn't going to make your life any better. It's only going to make it worse kidnapping three federal agents, you'll go to jail. You need to stop this we can help you figure this out but you need to stop."

Damien starred at Reid for a good two minutes before speaking to him.

"Wow I remember when you used to stutter every single word you said. Now look at you speaking full sentences in just five years. I can't wait to undo everything you've worked to achieve. Mark my words freak by the time I'm done with you, you'll be in the loonie bin right next to your mother."

Damien grabbed Reid's arm pulling it up so he could get better access to the inside of his elbow. Reid fought against the hold even though it forced the wire to cut into his wrist. The wire was sharp there was already blood hitting the floor from his wrist.

"Stop it give it to me! Leave him alone!" Morgan shouted he was more than willing to take the drugs so Reid wouldn't have to go through that again. Damien held Reid's arm tight as he looked back to Morgan.

"Now where would the fun be in that Derek?"

Damien turned back to focus on injecting Reid. Once he got Red's arm in a tight enough grip to make sure he couldn't move he put the needle in his arm. He slowly pushed the plunger down releasing the liquid into Reid's blood stream. Reid could already feel the burning that spread throughout his body as the drug took over. Suddenly the pain that his body was in started to disappear and his mind went fuzzy. Damien pulled the needle out of his arm once the entire drug was gone a smirk plastered on his face. Reid's eyes were glossed over and both Morgan and Hotch could tell he was high as a kite. Damien put the needle back into his pocket where the vial was before he spoke.

"Now here comes the real fun. You're so smart eh that's all you have is your brain. It's the only reason you were even allowed into the academy. So let's see how smart you are now. I'm going to ask you questions and you only have ten seconds to answer. Don't answer or get it wrong will result in getting hit. Let's see how that brain of yours works while high. First question how many avenues radiate from the Arc de Triomphe in Paris?"

Reid closed his eyes trying to focus his mind. He had done drugs before he had gone to work yes, but he never did that much of a hit beforehand. He needed his mind to focus so he could survive this.

"Twelve."

"Correct. Next question what is 15 metres high, 8 metres wide and 240 kilometers long?"

Reid tried to focus his mind but the longer the drugs were in his system the more high he became. He knew he heard this riddle before he knew he knew the answer he just couldn't get his mind to work. Sure enough ten seconds were up resulting in Damien punching him across the face. The punch was so powerful that Reid's mouth was filling up with blood from the blow.

"Times up. Next question what year did the Spanish Civil War end?"

"1939"

"Correct. Who was Felipe el Hermoso's wife?"

"Juana la Loca"

"Who named a perfume for her fashion shows on the 5th day of the month?"

Reid mentally swore he didn't know the answer he wasn't good with popular science. Hotch and Morgan looked at each other they knew Reid wouldn't know the answer they both knew it but Reid wouldn't. Reid was good with statistics and about everything else he just wasn't good with sports or popular science. Sure enough the next blow landed on Reid's head making Morgan and Hotch cringe for the fear of Reid's concussion.

"What did Joseph Priesley discover in 1774?"

"Oxygen."

"What film star who was in 9 weeks is now a boxer?"

"I have no idea."

Reid wasn't even going to try and figure that one out. He didn't have a single clue who the hell that would have been. The next blow landed on his stomach momentarily knocking the wind out of him. Morgan and Hotch couldn't help but feel proud of their young team member even through all of the pain not a single sound came from him. Every time a blow landed he didn't say a single word. They could see each question he was battling with the powerful drug running through his system. He was trying to make his mind work to answer the questions even though he was high as hell.

"Last question for now. What year did the drummer of Def Lepperd loose his arm?"

"1989"

The blow landed on Reid's side a snap could be heard throughout the room, but still Reid didn't make a sound. He just took a few deep breaths to keep his wall up. Damien then moved around so he was behind Reid. He placed his left hand in a grip around Reid's neck before addressing Hotch.

"So Aaron now it's your turn to answer questions. If you don't answer them honestly then the little freak here takes the punishment. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes."

"Good now tell everyone what it was like growing up with your father."

Hotch knew that this man already knew what he went through growing up so he knew he couldn't afford to lie. Reid couldn't afford him to lie so he went with the truth. In reality he didn't have anything to be ashamed of.

"It was hard but you already know that. My father would get drunk and become abusive. He didn't go after my mother, he preferred to go after myself and Sean. I did what I could to protect him from our father's abuse. When he died I took care of Sean and my mother."

"How did it feel knowing your father hated you so much that he beat you almost every day?"

"My father was a drunk. Did I wish he was different of course but I can't change the past nor does it affect me. It's part of the reason why I became a lawyer and then a federal agent."

"Did he ever take it too far?"

"A few times Sean and I ended up in the hospital. Telling doctors some poor excuse of a lie, but they always believed it so no one ever expected it."

"One little secret exposed. See Aaron's past is boring compared to Derek's and the freak's past."

The grip around Reid's throat tightened as Damien turned to look at Morgan. Morgan couldn't help but feel dread. He knew that Damien had obviously figured out what happened to him growing up with Buford. Morgan knew he would be forced to talk about it, but that didn't mean he wanted to do it nor would he like it. He would do it for the sake of Reid and Hotch in a heartbeat though, that he knew as did the others.

"Don't worry Derek I won't get to you just yet. There was something that got brought to my attention just a few hours ago that I would love to talk about."

Damien let go of Reid's neck and Reid couldn't help but take a deep breath in. Damien moved over to he was standing off to the side of Morgan before addressing Reid.

"So freak tell them about growing up with your loonie mother, and don't act like you don't know what I want you to tell them. For the sake of your little friends here just say it and get it over with. Or else Derek over here is going to pay the price."

Damien proved his point by sending a punch at Morgan's face. Morgan couldn't believe the strength this man had. Himself and Hotch had only been hit once since waking up Morgan's heart broke at the fact that Reid had taken many hits from this man before and after waking up. Morgan was kidding himself if he said he didn't hear Reid's rib snap in half from the last blow. There was no doubt in Morgan's mind that Reid was in a great deal of pain regardless of the drugs in his system.

"Growing up was hard. My father left when I was ten even though he knew that mom was sick and couldn't take care of herself nor I. He left and we never heard from him nor did he ever pay my mom anything to help support the house. My mom couldn't work because she was getting worse even on the days where she did take her medicine. Two years later I came home from school and found her on the kitchen floor in a pool of her own blood. She slit her wrists. If I had gotten there two minutes later she would have been dead. I called an ambulance and took her to the hospital. The doctor knew right away what was wrong with her. He knew that I didn't want him to report it, because then she would go in some state facility and I would be put in foster care. He asked how we were paying bills and I told him the truth that we weren't. We were living off of whatever tutoring money I could get and that went towards her medication. He made me a deal said he owned this club and was looking for workers said that he wouldn't report this if I worked for him. He told me that it paid well and I would be able to support her easily plus still go to school. Mom was released twelve hours later and the next night I went to work at his club. When I got there I realised just what this club was. It was an underground illegal club for child molesters. They could go there and get served by under aged kids from nine to eighteen. He pulled me into his office and gave me my uniform it was a pair of tight black shorts and a black mesh top. I was going to walk out and leave when he told me that if I did he would report me. I couldn't let her go through that so I got changed and did the job. It paid six hundred a night and her medication cost six grand a month plus the other bills. I hated working there, but it made it possible for me to take care of her so I did it until I was eighteen. I saved up did the research and put her in a safe place. Bennington had a huge library so she could read all day like she loved doing. They had ways to help her with her episodes and make sure she ate and took her medicine. They could do more for her then I could and frankly I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't work there and I couldn't handle seeing her going through her episodes anymore. They only got worse as time went on to the point where she didn't even know who I was. She would attack me or lock me out for days. It wasn't her fault, but I couldn't handle everything anymore. So I put her in against her will and I left it all behind."

"What happened at the club? You left that out."

"I served drinks to customers."

Damien didn't like that answer and as a result he hit Derek three times in the stomach.

"You got any more smart ass answers freak?"

Morgan wanted so desperately to tell Reid it was okay that he didn't have to answer that question. He already was fearing the answer that Reid was going to say. Morgan and Hotch couldn't help the hundreds of questions that were filling up their head from what Reid had said. They knew his childhood was hard with his mother's illness and his father leaving, but they didn't think it was that hard. For Reid to have to work in an illegal club just to support them was heartbreaking.

"The men paid five hundred dollars just to get in the door. Once inside no one cared what they did. The normal customers could touch if they wanted, but that's it. The ones he called the high rollers could take a server into a back room or they could stay in the VIP area and do what they wanted. Servers had to do what they wanted without complaint. We had to keep our mouths shut or else. While I was working there over the years there had been a few servers that refused to do what a high roller wanted. Their body was always found a week or two later tortured until death. That always put the rest of us back in line. I went to school when I could leave my mom alone on the good days, I went to work got paid and took care of her."

"Did you ever get called into a back room?"

"Yes. A few times a week a high roller had sex with me and they didn't always make it out of the VIP area."

"You talk like it doesn't affect you that some strange man fucked you in front of people."

"Sexual attraction is attraction on the basis of sexual desire or the quality of arousing such interest. Sexual attractiveness or sex appeal refers to an individual's ability to attract the sexual or erotic interest of another person, and is a factor in sexual selection or mate choice. The attraction can be to the physical or other qualities or traits of a person, or to such qualities in the context in which they appear. The attraction may be to a person's looks or movements or to their voice or smell, besides other factors. The attraction may be enhanced by a person's adornments, clothing, perfume, hair style, and anything else which can attract the sexual interest of another person. It can also be influenced by individual genetic, psychological, or cultural factors, or to other, more amorphous qualities of the person. It's rational and simple those men knew who they were and what they liked that's why they went to that club as appose to a strip club. What they did with servers was purely to ease their sexual desires. I consented to it I knew what happened and I still went back every day. Why would my choice affect me?"

"I don't even know half of what you just said. I do find it interesting that you just rationalized all of this. But getting back on track it would appear that all you did was for nothing. Come on I know you haven't told them where your mother is right now. Go ahead give them the ending of your little story."

For a brief moment Reid looked hurt almost as if he was on the verge of tears. Both Hotch and Morgan knew something must have happened. Reid had said he was on the phone with his mother's doctor just last night. They were both hoping it wasn't the worst case scenario. As quickly as the hurt took over Reid was as quick as it was gone and his wall was back up. Reid was trying to separate himself from the situation so he could keep his sanity. The dilaudid in his system wouldn't hurt with that either.

"She's dead. She committed suicide yesterday morning."

Reid whispered those words and fought with everything he had inside of him not to break down and cry. He had yet to say those words out loud. He had just found out last night when he got the message to call Bennington right away when he got the message. Reid immediately feared the worst and called his mother's doctor right away. Sure enough he was told that they found her in her room that morning that she had hung herself. She had been having a rough few weeks with her medication not working properly anymore and she had an episode that pushed her over the edge. Morgan and Hotch couldn't believe that this was happening to Reid. After everything he did for his mother to take care of her and keep her safe. All those men that touched him while working in that club only for her to kill herself. Morgan couldn't help but feel anger towards Reid's mother for doing that to him. Yes she was mentally ill and she didn't always know what she was doing, but to do that to Reid after so much was wrong. Damien couldn't help but smirk at what just transpired. It was the perfect start to his revenge. Soon enough Reid would be completely destroyed.

"Well I think that's enough sharing for now. I'll be back in a couple of hours for our next round of fun."

With that Damien left the three agents in the room making sure to close the door on his way out.