-1A/N I'm really sorry everyone, I've not had a chance to get near a computer to tyoe, and I'm moving ridiculously slow. I'm sorry, his fic just isn't flowing, so it is taking me a while….

4. Cruel Remembrance

No one spoke on the plane. They had all seen how shaky Reid had been while entering with Gideon, seen the anger and pain in Gideon's eyes. They knew that something had happened at the trial, and no one could think of anything to say to make him feel better.

JJ briefed Gideon and Reid on the case, on their suspicions and thoughts. But other then that, Silence.

Reid leaned against the cool window, remnants of tears behind his eyes. Even though he was staring at the clouds, all he could see was Gregory's face. Those eyes, cruel and merciless, hurting hands touching him, hot breath on his skin. Muffled cries and cold metal. Memories. Cruel remembrance. His body stiffened as he again heard Gregory's voice in his ears.

They will hate you for it.

He shuddered, the tears fighting to break free again. "Not here." He begged in silent whispers.

"You okay?"

Morgan watched as Reid jumped, startled, afraid. Every time a mere voice frightened him like that, Morgan wanted to hurt the men who had done this to Reid. "Reid, you okay?" He asked again, his voice soft.

"Yeah," Reid nodded.

Morgan slid into the seat across from him watching him carefully. He smiled, and handed Reid a much needed coffee.

"Thanks." Reid smiled tiredly, and accepted the hot drink.

Morgan stared at his friend, seeing a familiar pain. A pain he had once known too well. "Reid, you can talk to me about anything." He said, watching Reid's body tense and relax. "I'm here for you man."

Reid smiled weakly, appreciating Morgan's offer. He just didn't want those words voiced again, didn't want to feel them become real. "Thanks, really." Reid nodded. "but I don't want to talk about it, not yet." The whisper could barely be heard.

Morgan nodded, still pained by Reid's silence, the way he tortured himself with repression.

Hotch stood, looking around the room. "We land in ten."

.-.-.-.-

The Mulberry police station was small, quiet, and I need of some repairs. The building itself looked ready for a gutting and remodeling, its wallpaper was worn, peeling in some places. A cool, sea green color better fit for a spa. The carpet was frayed, worn flat, and a dull, unpleasant grey. All of the desks were neat, hardly used, yet now there was an officer at every desk, each looking up to the BAU with a mixture of anger and need.

The police chief walked from his office, his eyes more clear then those of his men, and cleared his throat as he held out his hand. "I'm police chief Paul Richard."

Hotch took a step forward, shaking the chief's hand. "I'm SSA Agent Aaron Hotchner, these are agents Gideon, Morgan, Greenaway, Jareau, and Dr. Reid."

Chief Richard nodded in each of their directions, his face stern. "I want to thank you all for coming out here. This must seem small compared to some of the calls you get, so we appreciate it."

"It's no problem." Hotch assured the chief, then followed him into a small office which had been offered to the BAU to work in.

"It isn't much, but our entire station is pretty small."

"It'll work." Hotch said, his team all ready spreading around the square table, laying out their case folders and looking at the evidence the Mulberry police had gathered.

The chief nodded, then moved away from the room so that the FBI agents could work.