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It took a while for Morgan and Rossi to calm Reid down. As Morgan listened to him describe his memory he closed his eyes, feeling sicker and sicker.
"Jesus Christ," Rossi muttered. Reid couldn't stop shaking.
"I don't want to remember anymore," he suddenly sobbed. "I don't want to do that again."
"It's okay, Reid, I understand." Morgan gave him a tight hug. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
Reid nodded, sniffling. Gently both had him rise to his feet.
"Thank you for your help," Rossi told the therapist who nodded, still looking pretty shaken up.
"Come on," Morgan said softly. "Let's get you home."
This time Reid didn't argue. Exhaustion came over him, like a blanket. Morgan watched him as he sank into the back seat of the taxi.
"I've NEVER seen him like this," he whispered to Rossi.
"That's because nothing this extreme has ever happened to him," Rossi whispered back. Morgan shook his head.
"If his father hadn't already killed that sonofabitch..."
"Speaking of William Reid, I think you should go back with Reid but I'm going to stay here."
Morgan looked surprised.
"Why?"
"We heard Mrs. Reid's side of the story, I want to hear it from someone..."
"More sane?" Morgan supplied and Rossi slowly nodded, hating to use the word.
"All right," Morgan said slowly. "But shouldn't I come too?"
Rossi shook his head.
"Reid's going to need you now more then ever. Whether he wants to or not now that he has opened this door to his past he is probably going to remember more and more of that time period."
Morgan swallowed and nodded. He put his arm around the kid as he slept.
Finally they arrived at the plane.
"Come on kid, we're here."
Reid woke, drowsey.
"Wha...?'
"We're here at the plane." Morgan helped Reid out of the car. Still blurry eyed Reid looked down at Rossi.
"Aren't you coming?"
Rossi shook his head.
"I'm going to stay here, look more into the Riley case for you."
Reid paused and then nodded his thanks. Rossi made sure not to tell him that he was going to talk to Mr. Reid.
"You going to be okay, Reid?" Morgan asked and Reid sighed.
"Yes, I think so." He shut his eyes. The man's face grinned at him. He shot them back open.
"What's wrong?"
He shook his head.
"I was able to sleep before...but now..." Tears was in his eyes. "Now I see his face. The man's face. Riley's killer...and I feel what I felt when I was that age."
Morgan sighed.
"All right, then don't close your eyes."
"I can't stay asleep forever."
"No, you can't," Morgan sadly agreed. Reid shuddered.
"Why did this happen to me?" He suddenly wimpered. "Why did this happen to Riley?"
Morgan paused before answering. He twisted his arms together and fiddled with the button of his jacket. He didn't know what to answer.
"I don't know," he finally answered honestly. His mouth felt dry. The anger for what the bastard did to him was rising. Nobody messed with his Reid like that. No one messed with any of them.
He really wished the bastard was still alive so he could stab him slowly to death.
Why did this happen to Reid? Reid was a good kid. He didn't deserve something like this hanging over his shoulder.
"Reid..."He started to say and then fell silent.
"What?"
He shook his head.
"Nothing."
There was nothing to say to something like this. Anything that he said would sound futal, cheesy, lame,unhelpful. He wasn't good at advice.
Reid looked out the window, a tear trickled down his cheeks.
Morgan hated to see that tear. He hated what this was doing to the kid. He wished he could change it.
They were surprised to see just the two of them back.
"Rossi decided to stay behind to invstegate more," Morgan explained.
"So you did find something?" Hotch asked. Reid closed his eyes and started to shake.
"Reid?" Garcia's voice was soft.
"I need to go to the restroom." His voice was soft but scratchy.
"What was that all about?" Emily asked. "He was pratically shaking!"
"Morgan, what is it sugar? You look pissed off as hell," Garcia said suddenly, her intution in her saying something wasn't right.
"I'm more than pissed off, I'm livid." Morgan's voice was dangerously calm.
JJ swallowed.
"What did you find out about Reid?" Even Hotch sounded worried.
"I suggest you all sit." Morgan's voice was grim.
Garcia gasped when he told them Riley had been kidnapped. He went into detail Reid freaking out during the hypnotherapy, and what the mother had said and everything Reid was remembering. As they listened Hotch's face didn't chance but it was almost as if his eyes got darker, and his knuckles whiter. Garcia was pratically sobbing by the time Morgan finished.
"Are you sure what Reid is remembering is real?" Hotch said quietly. "And that his mother isn't..."
"Delusional? Hotch I hate to say it but the way Reid's reacting...I'm about 99% sure it's real. I'd love to say it wasn't, and that based on the stories Reid's memories are being created out of thin air. But that isn't happening. Rossi's talk with Mr. Reid should confirm that," Morgan said.
JJ shook her head, tears was in her eyes. She placed her hand on her belly.
"I can't believe that Reid was raped as a child and saw his best friend be killed..."
"And the fact he came out of it all right, that it didn't make him snap," Emily said softly.
"I always knew that kid had some kind of inner strength in him,"Garcia said quietly. "But this is enough to destroy anyone."
"It sounds like it nearly destroyed him as a child. If he hadn't surpressed it it probably would. And now that it has resurfaced...I'm already seeing it affect him."
Hotch closed his eyes. What about Reid's drug addiction? Great...this could trigger it again.
"I didn't tell you all this, because it was personal but after Tobias Reid started using drugs."
They turned to look at him sharply.
"What?" Garcia gasped and Morgan closed his eyes.
Of course the signs were all there before...why didn't he piece it together?
"And he started using it again when that kid died in front of him last year...I'm just worried."Hotch swallowed. "He went to meetings and got clean, he stopped before he became too addicted and that's why I didn't report it...but with this happening.."
"I'll keep an eye on him," Morgan promised. Now they have something else to worry about.
Morgan silently prayed that 's 's story wouldn't match up with the others, but knew it would.
Rossi knocked on his door.
"What do you want?" Mr. Reid growled defensivly. "Want to arrest me now? For killing Riley Jenkins?"
"I know you didn't kill Riley," Rossi said softly. William looked surprised, relieved and surprised.
"Good...because I'm not a killer."
"You DID kill someone...but it was in self defense. It was because he kidnapped your son."
Mr. Reid stared at him.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Your son is remembering and with what your ex wife said-"
"My ex-wife is a very sick women, I wouldn't take her word as final say."
"No but your son has remembered seeing Riley stabbed to death in front of him. He now also remembers being raped."
An odd expression on William's Reid's face appeared and it twisted into an angry look, as well as a devestated look as he broke into sobs.
Rossi looked suprised and sat there, unsure of what to do or say.
"I wished he wouldn't remember,"William gasped. "I was so glad when he had managed to surpress it...he shouldn't remember something like this."
Rossi felt sick. So it was all true.
"So all of this did happen," he sighed.
William nodded miserably.
"How's Spencer?" Real concern was in his voice.
"He's not well,"Rossi said grimly. "Please, William. I need to know in detail, what happened to your son."
William nodded slowly.
"Well..it was a Saturday when it first happened. He was at one of those chess things in the park playing with an old person. He always plays with adults, so it wasnt's strange when he spoke to one. Diana and I didn't think anything of it. We turned our backs, though, for a minute. And just like that he was gone. And so was Riley, they were both at the park, Riley always watched Spencer play chess. He was fascinated by it...We searched everywhere for Spencer. We finally called the cops."
"How did you find them? How did you know where to look?"
"Our new neighbor was always an odd one. He seemed to be more interested in Spencer's mind then most. When I thought back to it I remembered how he would always stop and talk to us on the street, talk to Spencer. I never noticed before cause like I said Spencer always talked to adults more than kids his own age." William's body was shaking. "I wanted to inspect his house myself but knew I would have to get a warrent. I decided to break in. That's when I heard..."He shook his head, tears rolled down his cheeks.
"It's okay, William." Rossi's voice was soft. "Spencer is safe. It's over."
Mr. Reid nodded.
"I heard my son...crying downstairs. Screaming at the man to stop...to stop hurting him. I was furious. I don't know what came over me. I ran down the stairs and ran into him He attacked me but I took the knife from his hands and stabbed him to death...I didn't hesistate either. It...felt good. I yelled, in such a tone I never had before, when I saw Riley's body. And then I heard crying. It was my Spencer...his clothes had been torn...he was bleeding...down there...I felt sick, but relieved...I finally had him back. But Diana was never the same after that. Neither was Spencer. I think that and how Spencer behaved afterwards was what triggered her sickness. And I know it was what put a strain on our marriage. We were never the same after that. We just couldn't recover. And it nearly destroyed Spencer." He glanced at Rossi, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"How much does he remember?"
"A lot." Rossi said grimly. "Thank you , you've been a tremundas help." William stood up.
"I think I should go with you. I want to help my son."
Rossi hesitated before nodding.
"Very well."
He walked out of the room with Reid's father walking next to him wondering how the hell Reid would be able to recover from this this time.
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