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Morgan pulled up outside the house that Hotch had called the team to, he blinked away how tired he was and turned off the car. He walked over to the team. "Another victim?"

"The medics are attending to him now and they will take him to hospital," Hotch said. "JJ, I want you to go with him and when he's ready to try to get his statement from him."

"I'll call you when I have something," she nodded. The medics brought out the victim on a gurney, all of them saw that he'd been badly beaten and he could barely keep his eyes open. JJ followed the gurney to the ambulance and climbed in.

Detective Smith, the one that called them to case walked out of the house. "You better come in, gloves and foot covers are by the door. Forensics is still going through everything."

They walked into the room after covering their hands and feet and saw obvious signs of a struggle.

"I have my technical analyst searching our victim's background," Hotch spoke as he examined a broken table. "Looks like our victim gave the unsub a fight."

"The unsub made him pay for it," Smith shook his head. "Guy is barely holding on to consciousness."

Smith walked out of the room and picked up the victim's bag.

"Why is he attacking so many men so fast?" Morgan shook his head. "Seven victims in two weeks."

"Shit," Smith vented as he walked back into the room with a brown envelope in his hands and a Polaroid. "We've got a missing victim. Last night, he took his eighth victim not his seventh."

Morgan took the Polaroid but felt sick and dizzy as a flood of emotions came through him. He dropped the Polaroid and looked at Hotch, his eyes wide and in denial. Before Hotch could ask what was wrong, Morgan bolted out of the door and rushed to his car. Rossi rushed over and picked up the Polaroid.

"Please, no," he shook his head.

"Do you know who it is?" Smith asked.

Rossi looked to Hotch, the picture shaking in his hand. "It's Reid."

Morgan curbed his car and rushed out it, he opened the door to the building and ran up the stairs. He already had his key for Reid's apartment in his hand, he unlocked the door but found two chains stopping him from opening the door. "Reid!"

There was no answer causing him to fear for his friend's state. He stepped back and kicked the door with as much strength as he had, the door snapped open and smacked against the wall. As he rushed in, he saw a foot poking out from the bedroom door. Running over, he found Reid on the floor on his side with a trail of blood down his chin and a puddle of it next to his mouth. Checking for a pulse, Morgan felt overwhelming relief as he found one although it was fast and weak. He wanted to cry at the sight of his friend's beaten and swollen face. Quickly, he pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance. After telling them everything, he shut his phone and tapped Reid's cheek.

"Kid, I'm so sorry," he said. "Wake up, you need to wake up."

JJ waited in the hall as the doctors examined the latest victim, they had sedated him after he had become combative, they couldn't do a proper exam until he woke up as the man had no medical contact listed. The ER was a busy place but it seemed this one ran very efficiently, there was barely anyone waiting for treatment. A nurse and doctor rushed out to the ambulance bay interrupting her thoughts.

She looked up when the EMT began to talk. "Spencer Reid, 33, suspected internal bleeding. His pulse is weak and dropping, pressure is low."

"Spence!" JJ called as she ran towards them. Morgan rushed in and grabbed her before she could get to the gurney. It disappeared from view but JJ fought to go after it.

"JJ, we need to let the doctors work," Morgan said, she stilled and looked at him.

"What happened to him? I thought he was just ill, it looks like someone beat him up."

"JJ, I need you to listen. After you left the victim's house, we found a Polaroid the unsub had left. Matt Johnson wasn't his seventh victim, he was number eight. The picture was of Reid. He isn't sick, I think he's been raped. He's number seven."

"No," JJ shook her head, her welling up. "No, not him."

They all sat in the waiting room apart from Rossi, Hotch had asked him to work with Detective Smith, he was most level-headed one of them. He knew Rossi cared for Reid but he also knew that Rossi was able to think clearly when it really mattered. Six hours had passed and they were still waiting for answers.

"Why didn't he tell us?" Garcia said quietly. "We're his family and I don't understand why he didn't call us. No-one should go through what he's been through all alone."

"We can ask him when he wakes up," JJ said. "It must have happened on Sunday night."

"I'm going to kill this bastard," Morgan said angrily to Hotch. "He hurt Reid and almost killed him."

"He'll pay, we'll make sure of that but we need to focus on Reid and the other victim. We also need to find this bastard before he attacks again."

A middle-aged doctor walked over. "Spencer Reid family."

"I'm Aaron Hotchner, I'm his medical contact and you can speak in front of us all."

"I'm Dr Garrison and I'll be treating him while he's here. The surgeon repaired the internal bleeding, the bleeding was slow but after as much time as you told me, he's lucky he made it. He vomited the blood because it had made its way into stomach. He has two broken ribs and some bad bruising over his stomach, bring kicked multiple times caused the internal bleeding. Nothing else got broken but he has deep bruising on over fifty percent of his body, his eyes are swollen shut but the damage should heal on its own. Once he can open his injured eye, I need it to be examined as I don't know if his vision is affected in that eye."

"Did you do the exam?"

"We did after you gave us permission and he's been sexually assaulted, there was some damage which we repaired but we couldn't find any evidence inside him. He's in a room and you can see him."

"We'd like that," Hotch nodded. The team followed the doctor to a room and thanked him before he left. Morgan opened the door and couldn't stop the soul crushing guilt he felt inside himself for not preventing this. He walked over to the bed and closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of his beaten friend. Garcia burst out crying and soon found JJ's arms around her. Hotch came to the other side of the bed and gently held one of Reid's hands. "We are here, Reid."

"No-one came to help him," Morgan muttered before gripping the steel rail of Reid's bed tightly and opening his eyes. "He was alone with the unsub for God knows how long and he got subjected to this. I should have gone and checked on him."

"We had no way of knowing this would happen," Hotch sighed. "You can't start blaming yourself, Morgan. Focus everything you are feeling on finding this unsub, the blame is with him as he committed the crime."

"How is he ever going to move on from this?" Garcia cried.

"With us, he will make it through this," Hotch said before putting his arm around her. "He'll be okay."

He dragged his mind away from the darkness, clawing for a way to wake up, his mind finally obeying him after a few minutes. He tried to open his eyes but winced at the flare of pain in his swollen eye, he weakly opened his good eye to see a white ceiling that wasn't his apartment ceiling. A soft beeping noise filled his ear as he breathed through the ache he felt over his entire body. Slowly, he turned his head to the side to see JJ asleep. They had found him, he closed his eyes and remembered the panic he had felt when he had vomited up blood. Everything had gone dark after that.

The door opened and Garcia walked in, she gasped when her eyes met his one eye. "Reid, you're awake."

"Who found me?" he asked in scratchy voice. Garcia poured him some water and let him take a few sips, she brought it away and then gently shook JJ's shoulder. JJ woke up sluggishly but became alert when she saw him.

"Spence, I'm so happy you're awake."

"Who found me?" he said again.

"Morgan found you, he used his key but had to kick in the door to break the chains," Garcia explained. "He's with Hotch and Rossi at the moment, he was called in."

"Spence, I know this is difficult but I want you to know that we're going to support you through everything. We know what happened to you on Sunday night," JJ said gently.

"Nothing happened," he denied, he began to breathe quicker as he tried to stay calm. "I just fell."

JJ sat on the edge of his bed, she tried to hold his hand, only for Reid to snatch it back and put it under the covers. "Don't touch me."

"Please don't shut us out," Garcia pleaded.

"Spence, the man who attacked you is a serial rapist who has attacked men for the last two weeks, the only reason we know what happened and the only reason you're still alive is because we got called into the case. He leaves a picture of his last victim with the one he has just attacked. You're his seventh victim and he claimed his eighth victim last night. He left a photo of you and Morgan rushed to your apartment where he found you on the floor with blood over your chin and on the floor. You had internal bleeding which had progressed slowly but had become life threatening over time."

Before she could react, Reid had a button in his hand and pressed it.

"Why are you calling the nurse?" Garcia questioned. A young nurse walked into the room.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"No," Reid shook his head. "Please get them out of here."

"Spence, we can help. Don't do this," JJ begged.

"They are disturbing me and I don't want them here," Reid snapped. "Just get them out."

"You heard him," the nurse ordered. "I have to ask you to leave. I'll call security if you don't."

JJ walked over to Garcia and put her arm around her as the nurse began to usher them out, she turned around and looked into Reid's wide and angry eyes. "We'll be in the waiting room, we aren't going to let you go through this alone."

"NOTHING HAPPENED!" he screamed at them. "GET OUT!"

He watched the nurse usher them out of the room and close the door, he put both his hands to his face and couldn't stop the tears as they began to flow, he coughed as it got worse. Putting his hands back to the bed, he closed his eyes. "Nothing happened," he muttered over and over. "Nothing happened."