Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Thank you for the great response to the first chapter, I just want to assure some readers that this isn't a slash and won't turn into one. I really want to write a story with Rossi as the father figure so I hope you're all okay with that. Reid's father will be in this story and he'll be a bit of an idiot. I don't know why I picked Derek Duvall as the unsub's name, it just popped into my head and stayed there. Enjoy and I'd love to hear from you.

Non-con but nothing graphic in this chapter and in future chapters. Mentions of drug use.

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Spencer clenched the bed sheet and looked at the ceiling, the exam had not started but his legs were now in stirrups and he was now exposed to the female doctor who was about to do the exam. He couldn't help the tears falling down silently down his cheek. He watched her pull a stool up and began to panic. "I-I can't do this," he whispered before trying to sit up. "I don't want to do this."

"Hey, take it easy," the doctor said gently before coming to his side. "It's okay. I know this isn't easy for you but it's important that this exam gets done. It can help build a case against whoever did this to you and we can take swabs to test and see if you're clear or not clear of any STI's."

"I just want to go home," he sobbed. "I never asked for any of this."

The doctor gave him a comforting smile. "What this man has done to you is horrible but you can't let him win. I promise that I'll go as quick as I can and that I'll talk you through everything."

"C-Can Agent Rossi help me?" he said, hoping that his rescuer would help him one last time. He didn't know why but he felt safe around the man and felt a little lost without him.

"Do you want me to see if I can get him in here?" she asked to make sure. Spencer nodded and bit his lower lip as he watched her walk out of the room. He looked at the clock, counting as each second went by. After six months of no concept of time, the sound of the clock was wonderful to his ears. He felt relief flood through him as Rossi walked into the room. The agent walked to his side while pulling a nearby stool. He sat down and smiled at him.

"How are you doing?" Rossi asked.

"I'm afraid and I'm embarrassed," he said as he wiped tears away from his eyes. "I don't know why he chose me or why he just turned like he did. I only came to say goodbye, he'd been a good teacher to me and I wanted to say thank you. He j-just turned on me."

"Am I okay to start?" the doctor asked.

Rossi gently took Spencer's hands, he immediately felt the tight frightened grip crushed his hand. "I'm right here, Spencer, and she isn't going to hurt you."

Spencer nodded to the nurse and kept his iron grip on Rossi's hand, he turned his head to the side as he felt the nurse begin the exam, bearing it as the minutes passed. The worst came when she used the speculum. He yelped and began to sob as he felt the coldness of the object.

"Spencer, look at me," Rossi urged, Spencer looked at Rossi with wet eyes. "Tell me about your mother, what's she like?"

"She was a professor," he began as he took a deep breath. "She had to leave work because of her illness. She's ill."

"How ill? I'm not here to judge you. You can be honest."

"Paranoid schizophrenic, she was diagnosed before I was born but she's a good mother, she has some troubles but she's never let me down in my life. When I was nine, we had a reading party where we just sat, read books and ate nothing but cream cakes, sweets and cookies. I want to know what happened with her, she depends on me and I left her alone for all this time."

"You didn't leave her alone," Rossi shook his head. "You were held against your own will. My friend is going to call me soon with the information on your mother."

Spencer grimaced and let out a out a pained sob as the exam finished, the doctor quickly covered the tray full of samples with a blue cover and gave Spencer a hospital gown to put on.

"I'll have these put on rush," she said to Rossi. "A nurse will come in after he has finished cleaning up. There is a shower in that room there for him to clean up."

Rossi watched the doctor leave, he helped Spencer sit up and still couldn't help but stare at the lost look in the young man's eyes. The bruises had darkened but the swelling around his eye had gone down thanks to some ice. The only other injuries they could find were more bruises over his body, nothing seemed to be broken.

"Spencer, do you want to take a shower?"

"Yes, please," he nodded before trying to get off the bed, Rossi helped him down. He handed him everything he would need after the shower and then went to leave.

"Can you stay outside the door? I don't want anyone trying to get in."

"I'll stay here," Rossi nodded before sitting down on the stool. He turned away from the door as Spencer walked into the shower room and closed the door. He pulled out his phone and called Garcia.

"Hey, Rossi. Are you calling about the information again?"

"You know me well," he smiled. "Do you have it?"

"I do but it's not good news."

"Just tell me, Garcia."

"His mother was declared mentally unfit shortly after Spencer disappeared, she's in Bennington Sanitarium after William Reid placed her there. He took control of the house and finances. He sold the house a month ago. Judging by his financial records, he hasn't lived with them for a long time. He's a lawyer. Diana reported Spencer missing but after that it seems the trail went cold. Not much was done to find him. Rossi, he doesn't have anywhere to go. Spencer's bank account doesn't have much money in it either."

"How could no-one look for him? He's a genius and people thought he just disappeared. The poor boy has been held against his own will for six months and subjected to horrible things. Does he have any other family?"

"He has an Aunt Ethel but she's been suffering from a long term illness. She's in and out of hospital."

Rossi turned and looked at the door when he heard the sound of Spencer crying. "Garcia, you better contact William Reid and tell him about his son."

"I will," she sighed. "You seem sad, Rossi."

"That's because I am," he sighed. "This kid is just lost and you can see it. I'll call you later."

Spencer sat in the shower and cried, he scrubbed every part of himself but still felt unclean, he turned off the shower and quickly dried himself. He changed into the hospital gown and looked at himself in the mirror. He turned away quickly and brought his shaking hand in front of his face. He closed his eyes and knew what was happening to him. He wanted some more heroin, he could already feel the effects of not having any. He didn't want it but his body did, it helped him forget but it made him helpless too. He opened the door to find Rossi outside.

"Hey, let's get you back to your bed."

Rossi quickly got him back to his room and in his bed, he got under the blanket and laid down. "Do you know anything about my mother?"

"I do, Spencer, I'm just afraid to tell you. Your mother is in Bennington Sanitarium, your father put her there and he sold the house."

"What?!" Spencer said angrily. "No, no, no!"

"Calm down," Rossi tried to soothe.

"No, that bastard had no right. He left when I was eight and he hasn't spoken to us since. I bet he's already spent the money. It's all my fault, I wasn't there to stop him. My mother loved her home and he took her away from it. Please, just go, I want to be alone."

"Spencer-"

"Just go!" Spencer shrieked before burying his head in his pillow. Rossi rose up from his seat and gave him once last look.

"I'll be outside if you need me."

Laying in the bed, he felt empty, he had failed his mother and now she was in a place she had never wanted to go. He closed his eyes as he remembered the moment everything had gone wrong.

He walked into the room and saw Professor Duvall smiling at the board of equations from his last class. "Hello, Professor Duvall. I just came to talk to you before you left."

"How many times have I told you to call me Derek?"

"A lot, sorry Derek. I just came to thank you for helping me get my PHD and for everything you've done for me. I'm sorry that the university is forcing you out."

"Everything has to come to an end I guess. Come into my office, we can talk there."

Spencer followed him to his office and marveled at the organised books and files papers everywhere. Derek shut the door behind him and sighed. "I'm going to miss all of this. This has been my life for over fifteen years and now they've taken it away from me. I've done so much for this university and they throw it all back at me. See that photo there, it was taken when I first came here."

Spencer walked over to the photo and looked at it. He didn't hear the professor come up behind him. "You have done a lot, Derek," he said as he stared at the photo. "Your students will always remember what you've done."

A hand wrapped around his waist and a wet kiss came suddenly to his neck. He tried to turn around but panicked as his body got forced against the wall. "Derek, what are you doing?! Get off me."

"You are my best student and my greatest accomplishment, they took my job but they won't take you away from me. I know the looks you've been giving to me. I'm going to give you what you want, what we both want."

Derek's hand came around and began to unbuckle his belt, Spencer panicked as he tried to push away. He cried out as he was pressed against the wall again. "Help! Somebody help me!" he screamed out.

"No-one will hear you down here, Spencer, not at this time of night."

Spencer cried as his struggles failed to stop his boxers being removed. He tried to detach himself from the hands touching him. "You're going to like this, I promise."

"No, please stop," he pleaded. "Please stop, I don't want this. NO!"

He screamed as he felt something violate him, a hand came over his mouth and pulled him back, he tried to escape into his mind but couldn't. He stared at the picture as it continued, his entire body calling out in pain, he just wanted it to end. The tears never stopped as his body moved without his consent. A yelp escaped him as he was forced to the floor. It continued as the heavy weight hurt him for over ten minutes. He closed his eyes as Professor Duvall finished what he had started. He sobbed uncontrollably as Duvall collapsed on him. A man he had trusted for the last few years had taken his innocence. He tried to move away but he was pinned to the floor, a hand ran through his hair and a hand patted his head, almost as if he was a dog who had done something good.

"Please, let me go," he pleaded through the tears. "I won't tell anyone."

"I could never let my best achievement leave," Duvall sighed. Spencer yelped as a stabbing pain came to his neck, his vision blurred violently and darkness consumed him as he felt something being injected into his body.

Spencer jolted up in bed and felt a horrible feeling run through him, he bucked and threw up on the floor next to the bed. He coughed and felt a horrible cramp in his stomach. A nurse rushed in and cleaned his face.

"Don't worry, it happens all the time," she said gently. He leaned back into his bed and felt his stomach clench.

Rossi looked up when he saw a man walk to the nurse's station and ask to see Spencer. "William Reid."

William turned around and nodded. "I received a phone call from a Miss Garcia telling me that you had found my son. Is he okay? Where was he? I can't believe he just left his mother alone."

Rossi felt a flare of anger. "For your information, Mr Reid, Spencer got kidnapped six months ago and got held against his own will. The only reason we found him was by chance. He's been forced to take drugs and subjected to sexual abuse. Your son got raped more than once, he didn't just run away."

"I thought he had just run away, it wasn't easy for him growing up. Can I see him?"

"You left when he was eight, I'm not surprised things were hard for him. You can see him, his room is just around the corner but the moment you upset him, I'm dragging you out of there."

They made their way to the room only for Spencer's doctor to stop them. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to go in there."

"I want to see my son," William demanded.

"Your son is going through withdrawal and this is just the start," the doctor snapped back.

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