A/N:I honestly know little about courtroom proceedings, so if this is horrible, please forgive me…

Disclaimer:Criminal Minds, not mine, dang it!! But I got season two on DVD!!!!!!

3. Dismayed Confessions

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"

"Yes, I swear." Reid swallowed hard, keeping his eyes forward .

"All right then." The man smiled, but Reid could not smile. He was scared, he did not want to be there.

A lawyer, whose name he had not caught approached him and motioned toward Mr. Crane, who was smiling as if nothing were wrong. "Is this the man who kidnapped you?"

"No." Reid answered, not wanting to remember that smile.

"Then who is he?"

Reid hesitated. "Mr. Crane." The name sent a wave of pain through each of his scars. "He took Jeremy and I from Jake, and beat us." Jeremy had already told them this, why did he have to repeat it.

Mr. Crane's smile deepened, and Reid turned his eyes toward his hands. There was still faint bruising around his wrists.

"Yes, we've heard all of that from Jeremy, what did he do to you the last night he had you?"

"He took me to the theatre, and handed me off."

"Why didn't you fight back?" The lawyer asked with mock concern.

"I-I did. I tried."

"Objection, your honor, he's badgering the witness." Cried the lawyer who was working for the victims.

"Rephrase council." The judge said sternly.

Mr. Crane chuckled, and Reid wanted to shrink away.

The lawyer nodded. "What happened after that, when they auctioned you?"

Another painful memory. Reid could almost feel the auctioneers hands in his hair, the heat of the overhead lights bearing down on him. "Mr. Sanders bought me." The words were pain filled as Reid looked at Gregory Sanders, and the tears fought against his eyes.

The lawyers grin dropped, and he too looked toward Gregory, who was smiling with such malicious intent that it sent shivers up his own spine. "And what happened?"

Reid's tears were there, small, few, and hot against his pale cheeks. He did not want to say any of it, he did not want anyone to hear. He did not want to see Gregory smile at the memory that gave him nightmares. His hands shook, so he dug his fingers into his pants, gripping the material like it would make everything disappear.

He looked up at Gideon, who became his strength in this moment of absolute darkness. His vision blurred with tears he still fought, he took a deep breath, and looked into Gideon's deep, caring eyes.

"He took me to his apartment," He stopped, wishing that it would be enough, that they wouldn't make him say it.

"And?" The lawyer pried.

Did they really need to know? It was in the reports, both the doctor's and the police's. "He raped me." Reid said, almost a whisper.

Gideon clenched his hands so tight his knuckles became bone white. It had hurt to hear the doctor tell them what happened, to hear Reid say it crushed him.

"Don't lie Spencer," Gregory called out. "You wanted it, you enjoyed it."

They will hate you for it. Gregory's word whispered in his memory.

"I didn't, I-"

"Come on over Spencer, we'll play again." Gregory licked his lips.

"Don't," Reid begged, tears burning fiercely.

"Mr. Sanders, if you don't quiet down you will be held in contempt of this court!" The judge's voice boomed.

"Thank you Dr. Reid." The lawyer smiled, and dismissed him.

Reid was out of the witness box and out of the courtroom as fast as his feet could carry him. The sound of Gregory's laughter followed him. He went straight for the bathroom, tears burning his cheeks and his stomach turning. Why had they made him say it? Weren't the dreams bad enough all ready? He just wanted it all to be over, wanted things to be they way they had been before all of it had happened. Why couldn't they just let him forget?

Reid pressed himself against the cool tile of the bathroom wall and slid down to a sitting position, wrapping his arms around his drawn up legs. And he cried.

Gideon walked into the bathroom, still furious with Gregory, consumed with pain. He looked at Reid, huddled in the corner crying, and he felt that he wanted to cry so badly. But he needed to be strong for Reid, he needed to be his rock in this strong current.

"Reid?" His voice was soft, caring.

"I didn't want to-"

"I know." Gideon said, kneeling and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I, I didn't enjoy it," He sobbed, shaking uncontrollably.

"I know," Gideon said, pulling his friend into a hug. "It wasn't your fault, you did nothing wrong."

Reid wanted so badly to believe Gideon's words, but Gregory's were so much stronger.