Lets get a round of applause for getting chapter 2 up. Whoop!

special thanks to RU12 for being the first to review.

unfortunately I don't own Criminal Minds. Enjoy.

Spencer's POV

After I had tucked my breakfast away, Morgan had started to explain my situation.

"We can't take you to any hospitals because they would lock you away in an instant. So you are free to stay at my house if you want. Also you can't go outside without covering those ears and tail up. No offense, but having dog ears and a tail isn't exactly normal. Everything here that belongs to me belongs to you now as well, so don't worry about food and stuff. I won't ask you to do anything in return either, just stay out of trouble, ok," he explained.

I lowered my eyes at his blatant statement about my ears and tail. I tried to remember a time when I didn't have them, but all I could remember was my life in that dark cage, unable to strech out my sore battered body. All of those things that Master had done to me. I shivered, catching Morgan's attention.

"Spencer, what's wrong?" He questioned.

I could smell his fear for me and hear his heartbeat speed up out of anxiety. How could he care for me? I was a nobody, a stranger. I looked him in the eye as tears began to roll down my face. I tried to tell him that I was scared, but no sounds would come out of my mouth. Morgan stood up and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me to hug me.

"Hey Pretty Boy, everything will be alright. I won't let anyone hurt you, ok?" He promised.

I heard the sincerity in his words. Why does he care so much? I calmed down as he rubbed circles in my back, The soothing effect almost putting me to sleep. I felt Morgan let go of me and I opened my eyes to find his face a few inches away from mine. I stared into his beige eyes that were framed nicely by his dark tan skin. I wished I could just sit there forever and swim in those beautiful eyes.

"I have a surprise for you," Morgan said with a mischievous smile.

I tilted my head to voice my question.

"I want you to meet a special friend. His name is Clooney," he answered as he pulled me to my feet.

I followed him nervously out of the kitchen and down a small corridor. He stopped in front of a door that led to what appeared to be a small backyard. Morgan looked at me with a smirk on his face before opening the door saying, "Clooney, come here boy!"

In an instant, a small yellow streak came rushing up at us. I let out a small yelp of surprise as it jumped on me, causing me to fall flat on my back and bump some old bruising. I began squirming and giggling hysterically unable to breath as it licked my face.

"Alright Clooney, get off him."

I stayed on the floor trying to catch my breath as the dog followed it's master's orders.

"Apparently he likes you. So, are you gonna lie there all there Spencer or are you going to help me clean the dishes?" Morgan said.

I jumped up to my feet, tail wagging, and brushed himself off allowing a small smile to take refuge on my face. We both walked back to the kitchen with Clooney following behind. Morgan handed me a towel and picked up a plate while turning on the faucet.

"Here, go like this," he said making small circles over the plate with his own towel.

I grabbed another plate and copied what Morgan was doing. This isn't that hard, I thought. We washed plates for a while enjoying each other's presence until...

RING! RING! I instinctively tried to shield my ears with my hands from the painful noise unfortunately dropping a plate I was holding in the process. No. It can't be. It sounded exactly like those machines Master had used on me. I began hyperventilating as I remembered what Master had put me through.

"No, Master please!" I begged as he once again flipped the switch causing the machines to scream and send a wave of pain coursing through my body.

I yelled in agony, struggling against the restraints keeping me in this hell. The never ending cycle continued on and on until I passed out from exhaustion.

"I'll teach you to obey me, boy!" Master growled as he poured a icy bucket of water on my face.

I gasped awake, mortified at what I had done. I wasn't supposed to pass out. Master always got angry when I did. For the hundredth time he flipped the switch.

"I'm sorry!" I cried out until I could no longer speak.

Master continued to send waves of pain coursing down my overtaxed body long after I stopped screaming until he lost interest in me and shoved me back into my small, stuffy cage.

Morgan's POV

Crash! I looked over a the kid as he sunk to the floor. This is not good, I thought noticing the pained expression on Spencer's face. Quickly I shut the water off, kicked the broken plate out of the way, and sent Clooney into a different room. I reached forward to touch the kid, but he flinched and continued to stare ahead into empty space. He was having a flashback and I knew I had to snap him out of it somehow.

"Spencer," I called out.

He started shaking now as tears rolled down his face. Hasn't this kid been through enough, I thought. I reached out once more and grabbed him securely on the shoulders. He flinched trying to shake me off but I kept a grip on him.

"Come on, Spencer. You're safe. Please come back to me, Baby Boy," I said pleadingly.

I didn't think I could take seeing him in pain for much longer when suddenly he leaped into my arms. He clung on to me as I rocked him back and forth.

"Shh... It's okay Spencer. Everything's alright. I won't let him hurt you."

I kissed him on the head as the sobbing subsided. I felt him go limp in my arms before picking him up gently and carrying him back to his room. I carefully placed him in bed and covered him with blankets.

"Sleep well, Pretty Boy," I whispered as I brushed a stray strand of his beautiful brown hair back in place.

I pulled a chair up next to his bed and sat down in case he had anymore nightmares. I found myself wondering about him and his past life. Where was he from? Did he have a nice home? What were his parents like? Did he always have ears and a tail? What exactly did Krueger do to him? How could someone hurt such a nice kid? Slowly I fell asleep as I pondered these things...

I shifted awake with a crick in my neck. I have to stop doing that I thought to myself. I looked towards the bed to find it empty.

"Spencer," I called out.

I got up and began to look around for him, making my way from room to room. I was beginning to worry when I found him in the study. He had a gigantic book in his lap and was sliding his finger down the page surprisingly fast.

"Spencer, can you read that fast." I asked.

I was not heard as he continued to read turning over to the next page. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder to break him out of his reading coma. He jumped and looked at me through terror filled eyes before recognizing me and relaxing a bit.

"Sorry," I said meekishly. "Can you actually read that fast?" I questioned again.

Spencer nodded his head shyly.

I'm going to have to get him talking again soon, I thought noticing his quietness.

"What are you reading?"

He held up one of my old psychology text books to show me the cover.

"Do you understand it?"

He nodded his head again. "Pretty elementary stuff," I heard him whisper.

Holy crap! I made a mental note to get his I.Q. Tested. I wondered if there were any more surprises in store for the future. At that moment I heard the doorbell ringing. I ran to the front door and found a distraught looking JJ on my doorstep.

"Morgan, I called you like a million times! Is everything alright?" She asked with concern.

Oh that's who was calling me earlier.

"Yes, everything's fine, sorry for the scare," I replied.

"Thank God, I was so wor...um, Morgan what the hell is that!" She screeched pointing to something behind me.

I turned around to find Spencer standing behind me. Shit. How was I going to explain this?

Yay! On to the next chapter!

Please review and give me some tips. Gubler113 out.