Main Characters: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan

Pairings: None

Spoilers: Revelations; Profiler, Profiled. If you haven't seen these episodes, especially Revelations, this story may not make much since to you.

Warnings: Contains references to violence and a vague reference to childhood sexual abuse.

Disclaimers: I do not own Criminal Minds. Criminal Minds and its characters are the property of CBS.

A/N:

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"I just heard from the Bangor PD. They have another body," Garcia informed the team from her "realm of infinite knowledge", also known as Garcia's office and computer room at BAU headquarters. "I'm sending you the location now."

The rest of the team was on the jet, headed to Bangor, Maine, and had been discussing their current case. Bodies had been turning up in various factories and warehouses. It appeared the victims had been stabbed and had their throats slashed, and then were moved after the fact. The factories and warehouses were apparently just being used as dump sites. The unsub wasn't merely dumping the bodies; however, he was setting fire to the dump sites, with the focal point being at the location of the body in each case.

"That's the second body in 2 days. He's escalating his time frame," Reid stated.

"Garcia, inform the Bangor PD that we'll meet them at the latest crime scene when we land."

"Sure boss."

Thirty minutes later, the team had landed and was on its way to Leery Fishery, the latest crime scene. When they arrived, Rossi spoke to a local officer who was stationed at the entrance to the fishery in order to give directions to various police, CSI, and now FBI personnel as they arrived.

"You need to go straight back, then hang a left at the T. The room is the big one at the end of the corridor. You can't miss it," he said with a look of disgust. "They apparently clean the fish in that room and, well, with the fire, it's pretty ripe."

Rossi led the team the way he had been directed by the officer. When they entered, they found themselves in a cavernous room. There was a cluster of people several yards away. The room was blackened and it was clear that the fire had started near the center of the room, where the body presumably was, and then radiated outward, leaving the furthest corners of the room relatively untouched. The fire appeared to have petered out on its own. There were large, metal tables against the walls; cutting and slicing tools on the tables and hanging on the walls; large sinks; and buckets, both intact and severely melted and charred, some of which apparently still contained various fish parts. Upon entering, the team members were assaulted with a terrible, inescapably intense odor, which caused them to cover their mouths and noses with their hands.

"Uh, what is that?" asked Rossi.

"It's…familiar," replied Prentiss.

JJ's eyes widened as she exclaimed, "Oh God!" From her place near the front of their group, she pivoted to look back towards the rear of their team.

Reid had come to a dead stop, frozen, staring straight ahead, but what he saw was not his teammates or the crime scene before him. Instead, he was seeing into a crime scene of 2 years prior, a dirty shack. He felt himself bound and in pain.

A fist slammed into Reid's face.

"Confess!" demanded Charles.

"I haven't done anything," Reid replied weakly.

By the time JJ had turned, Morgan was already facing Reid and had taken a step back in Reid's direction. He saw the instant change in Reid's posture as his body had gone rigid. Reid's face was drained of any color it had, with the exception of the usual dark circles around his eyes, which now stood out stronger in contrast to his paling face. He was shaking and breathing rapidly. His eyes held a look of utter terror.

Another blow pounded into his skull.

"Tobias, help me," Reid begged.

"He can't help you; he's weak. Confess! "

"Tobias."

JJ's exclamation had drawn the rest of the team's attention. They followed her gaze to where it fell on Reid and they clearly saw that all was not well. Hotch noted the way Morgan was slowly closing the few feet of distance between himself and Reid.

"Morgan, do you have this?" he asked.

"I've got him. Go ahead."

"Good. Try to get him out of here. Everyone else, Reid's in good hands. Come on." He gestured to the remainder of the team to continue forward to the focal point of the crime scene. Hotch was concerned, but he knew that drawing the attention of the locals to Reid's predicament was the last thing Reid or the case needed.

There was a pause as everyone stood riveted with concern for what was happening to Reid. Worry and sorrow were etched on every face but one. Rossi's face was a mixture of concern and puzzlement. Slowly, the rest of the team began to turn and move away from Morgan and Reid.

"You mind telling me what that was about?" Rossi directed to Hotch in a low tone.

"Later," replied Hotch, a dark look in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Morgan stood facing Reid, the palms of his hands held out towards Reid in a calming gesture.

Another hit sent Reid reeling.

Charles walked around behind Reid and leaned over his shoulder.

"Confess your sins."

"No," he whispered in a terrified and pain-filled voiced.

"Reid, Reid, look at me. It's Morgan. Listen to my voice. Come on kid, focus on me. You're safe. Tobias is gone and he can't ever hurt you again."

Reid's eyes flickered and seemed to find Morgan. Morgan slowly reached out a hand toward Reid's arm. Reid flinched away, but then calmed himself, allowing Morgan's hand to make contact. A moment later, his eyes finally made contact with Morgan's, recognition that this was his friend in front of him was reflected in them. A tear fell down his cheek and he exhaled sharply.

"Come on man, let's get you outta here," said Morgan.