Prentiss and Reid are walking down a hospital corridor.

Prentiss: You want Kellen or the parents?

Reid doesn't even pause to think.

Reid: Kellen.

At Kellen's room the two agents enter with Prentiss leading the way. Reid knows if she walks in first, she will handle the introductions and he can get away with a little wave from the doorway. He really doesn't like to shake hands.

Prentiss: Mr. & Mrs. Darcy? I'm Emily Prentiss and this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're with the FBI.

Mrs. Darcy: The FBI? Oh my!

Prentiss: We're profilers ma'am. We're helping the police try to find the man who did this to your son. I really could use your help. Do you think you could take a little walk down the hall with me so that we could speak privately?

Mrs. Darcy looks uncertainly at her son.

Prentiss: Dr. Reid can stay with Kellen. I'm sure the two of you could use a break and maybe some coffee.

Prentiss leads the Darcy's out of the room and Reid sits down next to the hospital bed where Kellen is laying.

Kellen: Doctor? Does that mean you can translate those stupid charts for me?

Reid: I'm not really that kind of doctor but I probably can figure out what the charts say if you have questions.

Kellen: So what kind of doctor are you?

Reid: I um, actually have three doctorates; engineering, mathematics and chemistry.

Kellen tries to laugh but ends up wincing in pain.

Reid: Can I get you anything?

Kellen: It'll pass. You aren't just keeping me company are you?

Reid: No, I have questions. We thought you might have an easier time talking about this if you weren't worried about your parents becoming upset. You were abducted while jogging?

Kellen: Yeah, it was my usual route. Something tangled around my ankle and I fell. I felt a sharp pain in my head and then everything was dark.

Reid: Did you ever see your captor?

Kellen: Yes and no. He wore a mask. He was thin, like you but maybe not as tall. Really pale.

Reid: How about where you were held?

Kellen: Musty smelling, dark, even with the lights on. Dirt floor. It made me think of a cellar.

Reid: Can you tell me anything about the car he drove you to the hospital in?

Kellen: Couldn't see much. My eyes were swollen and I was kinda out of it from the drugs. When he dropped me off, he told me simply that I should just walk toward the lights. It was about a block away from the hospital. I tried to look at the car but I really couldn't see any details. Not even the color. The interior was tan and it was some sort of SUV. I know that much.

Reid: Did he keep you drugged?

Kellen: On and off. I was tied up so even when I was conscious I couldn't do anything. I was awake when he burned me and for everything else.

Kellen turns his head toward the window and Reid sees a shadow cross the young man's face that is hauntingly familiar.

Reid: Kellen, were you sexually assaulted?

Kellen remains silent.

Reid: Your parents don't need to know. I can keep it out of official reports but I really need to know what happened to you. Everything he did helps us form the profile that could catch him. Did he assault you?

Kellen: No, I mean, yes but he used something else to, you know.

Reid: He used a foreign object?

Kellen nods.

Reid: You should know that the quick profile of that act does not lead to a conclusion of sex per se. It looks to purely be an act to further humiliate you.

Kellen: It worked.

Reid: I know you're strong and you could get through this alone but I don't recommend it. There will be counselors around to help you through the attack and kidnapping. They'll be here anyway. You really should talk to them. They have to keep anything you say confidential.

Kellen nods but looks distant.

Reid: You should rest. If you remember anything else, just call.

Kellen: Dr. Reid?

Reid turns around.

Kellen: Is it true he got Angie too? Angie Bellows?

Reid: Yes. She just came into the ER last night. She's in a coma like you were.

Kellen: She's going to be okay, right?

Reid: The doctors are trying to stay hopeful for the family but she lost a lot of blood. She's smaller than you and the loss of blood is more significant.

Kellen: So she might die?

Reid nods solemnly.

Kellen: Damn. That's messed up.

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