Hey, everyone. Here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Just to clarify that while there is a high possibility of Morgan and Reid coming together, I don't do MPREG, or at least I'm not doing it in this. I occasionally read it out of curiosity but I'm still treading on new ground with slash. I hope you all enjoyed Morgan going after Martin but don't think that was their last exchange, I have devious plans in store which will involve Martin and Reid again. I love to tease. In this chapter, you see an even more brutal side to Martin. Enjoy and I'd love to hear from you all.

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Hotch approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Martin's eyes. Martin had been handcuffed to the bed and wasn't going anywhere. "We know about Jeremy and what you did to him, you'll be charged for that murder too. You're being charged with the attempted murder of Spencer Reid."

"I can't believe he's alive," Martin said before letting out a smile.

"What are you smiling about?"

"We have another chance to make things work."

"You're insane," Hotch snapped. "You are going to prison for the rest of your life for what you've done. He told us about the night you turned on him, you raped him and forced him to stay with you through threats and mind games. You forced yourself on him and hurt him when he didn't want to have sex with you and then a few days ago you stabbed him three times. You're a monster."

"I'm not the monster here, you're the monster, Agent Hotchner. You wanted him all for yourself, I know that he let you all take a ride on him. I had to teach the little slut that I was all he needed."

"He's our friend, we didn't even know about his sexuality. I want to know why you did it. For six months, you acted like a perfect boyfriend to him, building up his hopes and making him feel safe. Then in one night, you shattered everything he thought was good in his life. I bet you did the same with Jeremy."

"They both broke the rules, they disrespected me and I had to show them the punishment for breaking those rules. Jeremy packing that bag and telling me he was going to leave me, no-one leaves me! Spencer got home late and then didn't like the punishment after, he broke too many rules and broke my heart."

Hotch surged forward and grabbed Martin around the throat, pinning him to the bed. "I stopped Morgan from killing you because death is too easy for you. I want you to rot in a jail cell alone and at the mercy of some bigger man than you. You broke his heart, you son of a bitch. He thought he was safe and then you turned his life into hell. You are never seeing Spencer again."

"He'll be mine again," Martin wheezed.

"He never belonged to you and he never will," Hotch growled.


Reid slept on the hospital bed with Henry asleep on his chest. Garcia, Morgan and JJ sat in three chairs lined against the wall, all of them staring at the scene on front of them, all of them thinking about how much Reid had sacrificed to protect his godson. JJ couldn't stop imagining Reid being bound and gagged near her home and threatened into staying with Martin. Morgan couldn't stop thinking about the gun in his hand back at the building site, his finger on the trigger and how fast his heart had raced when he thought about killing Martin. Garcia's mind brought her back to all the times she had seen Reid starting into nothing, she now knew what had haunted her baby boy and how much pain he had gone through.

Getting up from her seat, she grabbed a blanket she had brought from home and placed it over Henry and Reid, she looked down at her two special men and knew she wouldn't stop caring for either of them.

Reid opened his eyes, startling her for a second. He looked down and smiled at his godson. "He's safe, isn't he?"

"He's safe, he always will be safe with you as his godfather. Go back to sleep, sweetie."

"Okay," Reid yawned gently before putting his head back to the pillow, his arm around Henry pulling the boy closer.


The next day

Reid couldn't help shaking as the doctor brought up his t-shirt and inspected the stitched up stab wounds. Rossi was next to his bed but he didn't like the doctor touching his stomach. He closed his eyes to try escape but he got dragged into a horrible moment from his past.


He ran up the stairs, almost tripping as he reached the top. Rushing to his door, he grabbed his keys and quickly opened it. He was five minutes late thanks to a jerk blocking the road. As he walked in, he found lit candles around the room and rose petals leading to the bedroom. His hands shook as he hung up his bag. At the beginning of his relationship he would have loved coming home to this but this meant Martin wanted to get intimate. Making his way to bedroom, he tried to calm his beating heart and the sick feeling in his stomach. He walked in and found Martin on the bed reading a book.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Martin, there was stupid jerk blocking the road. I love what you've done."

"I knew you would," Martin smiled as he walked forward and kissed him. "You're late."

"I'm really sorry."

"That's okay, we'll just spend five fewer minutes together," Martin huffed, anger spilling into his voice. Reid didn't have enough time to react as Martin brought a fist into his stomach, he cried out and fell to his knees as he struggled to breathe. A vicious slap came across his face before Martin's foot stamped on his hip, he laid on the floor and began to regain control of his breathing. "Martin, baby, I'm sorry," he gasped. "Please don't hurt me."

"I do all this and you can't even get back on time!"

Martin grabbed the back of his neck and the back of his shirt, he got lifted from the floor and flung on the bed. He tried to lift himself up but moaned as Martin sat on his back. He tried to struggle as Martin grabbed his hands and put them behind his back. A pair of handcuffs came around his wrists and locked around them.

"Martin, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to come home late. Baby, don't do this."

"I think I've heard enough from you," Martin said from above him. Reid struggled but failed to prevent the ball gag coming to his mouth.

A few hours later, he woke up on the couch, he didn't remember how he had fallen asleep. He just remembered Martin cutting him with a broken glass, the beginning of a third assault and then a punch to the head. His entire body burned with pain as laid there. As he became more aware, he tried to move. Martin's arms came around him and he realised that Martin was laying on the couch behind him watching the television. His face felt horrible.

"You just lie still, Spencer. You were wonderful in bed, all I hoped for on our anniversary."

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Okay but I want you to come straight back."

Reid let out a painful moan as he sat up, he tried to get up but fell to the floor as he found himself unable to stand. Strong arms picked him up into a bridal style carry, he laid limp in Martin's arms and closed his eyes again as the darkness took over.


"Get off me," Reid whimpered as he hit at the doctor's hands.

"Hey, Reid, it's okay. The doctor has finished, he isn't going to hurt you."

"Just don't touch me," Reid panted as he tried to calm down. "I don't want to stay here, when can I go home?"

"In a few days, when your wounds have healed some more."

"Where is Garcia? I want her," he panicked, fearing their presence.

"Okay, I'll call her," Rossi assured him. "Doctor, I'll speak to you outside."

Rossi decided it was best if he left too. "I'll be right outside, Reid."


Twenty minutes later, Garcia came into his room dressed in her purple and pink pyjamas with rollers in her hair. Reid took her in the sight of her and couldn't help but let out a small giggle, the memory that had tormented him now receding to the back of his mind. Garcia walked forward and began to laugh too. "I'm happy that the sight of me makes you laugh again."

"I didn't know you were at home," he said. "I'm sorry for bringing you down here."

"Put your sorry in a box, Spencer, I'm all of yours. Morgan is bringing in some stuff in a little while, if you're staying here for the next few days, I'm going to make sure you feel comfortable and safe. They transferred Martin to a secure prison, he isn't coming after you. Rossi said on the phone that you got scared with him and the doctor."

"I went back into a bad memory. I didn't like the doctor touching me."

"What was the memory?"

"Martin celebrated a year of us being together, our anniversary, and it is not a night I like remembering. I came home late and he had lit candles and put out rose petals. When I got to the bedroom he got angry and began to beat me. He threw me to the bed, handcuffed me and put a ball gag in my mouth. I remember him assaulting me three times, every time more painful than the last. He cut me, hit me and licked away my tears. I don't remember a lot after he punched me in the back of the head. When I woke up, we were laying on the couch. I tried to go to the bathroom but I fell to the floor because I was in so much pain. He picked me up but I fell unconscious again. One hell of an anniversary."

"Oh, Reid," she said as she held his hand.

"How do you forget a night like that?" he asked.

"By creating a thousand more good ones to bury it," she smiled gently. "We'll help you through this, I promise."

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