Chapter 7

"Derek?" Spencer called sleepily.

"Kitchen!" Derek called back.

Spencer walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes and sat down at the table. Derek placed a cup of coffee in front of him. After finishing up the eggs he placed both plates down on the table and sat across from him.

"Any more nightmares?"

Spencer shook his head no. Derek nodded and dug into his eggs. Spencer stared at him for a few minutes then dug into his own breakfast. The whole rest of breakfast was silent. Derek was worried about Spencer's silence but didn't prod him for conversation. He figured that Spencer was trying to work through all that happened. Once breakfast was done, Spencer picked up the dishes and began to wash them.

"Babe, leave them, I'll do them."

"I got it."

"Okay. I'm gonna feed Clooney and take him out for his walk, okay?"

Spencer nodded. Derek placed a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek and went to feed Clooney. Five minutes later Derek and Clooney left the apartment. Spencer finished the dishes and went to wipe off the table. Once he was done, he cleaned the coffee maker and wiped down the counters. Half way through cleaning the counters Spencer burst into tears and slid down to the floor.

Derek unlocked the door and released Clooney's leash as he entered the apartment laughing as Clooney darted past him and launched himself on the couch.

"Spencer? Babe?"

When Derek didn't get an answer he was worried. He knew that Spencer wouldn't leave. He headed toward the kitchen and halted. Spencer was on the floor with a cleaning rag in his hand crying. Derek walked up to him and dropped to the ground next to Spencer. He pried the rag from his hand and pulled his lover into his lap. Spencer clutched his shirt and continued to cry.

"I know, baby. Shh, I got'cha."

"I tried, Derek. I tried. He wouldn't-"

"I know, baby. It's okay. You're safe, now. He can't hurt you anymore."

"I tried. I swear I tried."

Derek just rocked him, "Shh, I know."

Derek just sat on the floor holding Spencer until he stopped crying ten minutes later. Spencer sniffed and wiped his nose.

"Sorry."

"No need, babe. Whaddya say we go take a shower?"

"Okay," Spencer said and stood up.

Derek got to his feet and took Spencer's hand and led him to the bathroom. When they got to the bathroom, he adjusted the knobs until the water was the desired temperature. Derek then turned to Spencer and began to gently strip him. Anger and rage pooled inside him as he noticed the bruises. Once he was done stripping Spencer, Derek stripped himself and stood under the water and eased Spencer under the spray. He washed Spencer gently, but thoroughly placing gentle, light kisses all over his body. When they were done, Derek turned the water off and pulled Spencer out of the tub. He dried him off before wrapping a towel around both of their waists.

Spencer followed him to the bedroom and went through his go-bag for some clothes. He and Derek dressed silently. When they were done dressing, Derek placed a pillow on the bed and had Spencer sit on it.

"Why do I have to sit on this?"

"Because, baby, you have stitches in your ass and this will make it a lot more comfortable."

Spencer sighed, but nodded and sighed. Derek left the room to grab a glass of water and came back and handed Spencer the cup with his pills. Spencer groaned but downed the pills and the water. Derek took the cup and went to place it back in the sink. He came back in the bedroom and sat down next to Spencer. He sighed.

"Baby? I know you don't want to but we need to talk."

"About what?"

"What happened."

Spencer shook his head with wide eyes, "No! Please, Derek."

"Easy, baby. I know you don't wanna, and I don't really want to push you, but you need to talk about it."

"Why? It's not like it's gonna help me forget. The one thing about having an eidetic memory? You don't forget anything."

Derek wrapped his arm around Spencer's waist, "I know, but it will make things more bearable. Please, baby. Talk to me."

Spencer nodded, "Fine. Frank Garcia and Eric Wiley were two guys that went to my school. They were jocks therefore bullies. Lucky for me I never crossed paths with either of them until I had to tutor them. I was nine and was part of this program called Be My Buddy. It was-"

"I know what it was. We talked to your principal."

"Well that's how I met them. I was asked to tutor the both of them. Everything was fine for a while just a little strange."

"Strange like how?"

"He kept touching me. It was little touches, a pat on the shoulder after a good session, a rub of the arm when I couldn't make Eric understand. Things like that. After Eric left, Frank would try and touch me more. There was one time he tried to kiss me. He told me that he liked me maybe even loved me. I shook my head and told him that I was nine. I didn't like guys and wasn't even interested in girls."

"What happened then?"

"He got angry. Told me that I wouldn't be wanted by anyone else because as he put it, I was a freak. I just refused him. One day after school as I was walking home he grabbed me and gagged me. I didn't know how he knew where I lived but he dragged me to my house and into the basement," Spencer said starting to hyperventilate.

"Easy, baby. Deep breaths. He raped you didn't he?"

Spencer nodded, "For three days. He kept me in the basement and kept coming. He would remove the gag from my mouth and ask 'Ready to accept that you're mine?' And each time I said no. I threatened to tell my mother and go to the police. He replaced the gag and raped me."

Derek nodded, "Can you tell me about this time?"

Spencer bit his lip and nodded, "Eric stripped me 'til I was naked and kept me cuffed to the bed. I was kept like that with Eric until Frank came. When Frank showed up he raped for two hours straight while I remained cuffed to the bed. Then he had Eric uncuff me and beat me up. That's how it went. Frank raped me for one hour, two hours and sometimes even three hours, then Eric would kick and punched me."

Derek gathered Spencer in his arms and rocked him, "I'm sorry baby."

"It's not your fault. Derek?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I want us to try again."

Derek nodded, "We will. When you're better we can try again."

There was a knock on the door and Clooney started barking. Derek eased Spencer off his lap and went to answer the door. He found Garcia standing there.

"Hey, baby girl."

"Where's Spencer?"

"Bedroom."

Garcia headed to the bedroom as Derek shut the door and followed her.

"Oh, my junior g-man!"

"Hi…Ga…Penelope."

Garcia looked like she was gonna cry, "How are you? How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, just a little sore, but I'm okay."

"Fine? You're fine? Explain that to me. Spencer you were kidnapped held for twenty four hours and brutally raped and beaten. How are you fine?"

Spencer's lip trembled, "I-I know."

"So how are you fine? Seriously, Spence, you had broken ribs-"

"Baby girl…"

"A punctured lung-"

"Mama…"

"What, Derek?"

"Stop. He's in enough pain as it is. He doesn't need you jumping down his throat."

Garcia took a deep breath, "You're right, I'm sorry. I just couldn't see how you would think you're fine. But that's beside the point."

"Where's the rest of the team?" Derek asked.

"They said they'd be over after work," Garcia explained and noticed Spencer shaking, "Reid? Spencer? Are you okay?"

Spencer whimpered, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I am sorry. I didn't mean it!"

Derek and Garcia looked at each other. Derek climbed on the bed and wrapped his arms around Spencer and proceeded to rock him.

"Shh, baby. It's okay."

Derek continued to rock Spencer and make shushing noises while Garcia looked on. Spencer soon fell asleep. Derek laid him down gently and after covering him with a blanket, he and Garcia made their way to the living room.

"What was that?"

Derek shrugged, "I dunno. My guess is that he experienced some sort of mental torture rather than just physical. Why the hell did you do that?"

"I'm sorry, sweets. I didn't mean that. You do realize he called me Penelope, right?"

Derek nodded, "He's gonna have a hard time calling you Garcia seeing as his captor had the last name Garcia."

Derek and Garcia sat and talked just about normal stuff. Not about Spencer or any cases. After a while Derek turned on the television and they sat watching TV just like friends do. At about 4:30 there was a knock on the door. Derek got up and opened it facing the team.

"Hey, guys."

"Hi, Garcia told us that Spencer had spent the night here," Prentiss explained.

Derek nodded and let them in.

"Where is Spencer?" Hotch asked.

"Sleep. He's been crying himself ragged."

"I see. How's he been other than that?"

"Fine, I guess."

"Derek?" Spencer called.

"Living room, pretty boy."

Spencer walked in rubbing his eyes and not registering that the rest of the team was there. He walked up to Derek and placed a kiss on lips. Derek groaned. This wasn't how he wanted the rest of the team to find out.

"Have a nice nap, Spence?" JJ asked a laugh in her voice.

Spencer jolted back and recognized the team, "Oh, shit."

The team laughed as Spencer blushed a little. He then turned to Derek with fear on his face, "I'm sorry."

Derek chuckled, "Don't worry about, pretty boy."

"I swear I didn't mean it. I am soo sorry."

Derek's eyebrows furrowed, "Baby, calm down. C'mon, relax I'm not mad."

"I won't say it again, please, don't hit me!"

Everyone looked at Derek who shrugged, "Spence, c'mon, I'm not gonna hit'cha. Calm down."

Derek wrapped his arms around Spencer and kissed him while rocking him slightly. Spencer eventually calmed down and sat down on a pillow and kept his head down. Derek sighed.

"So, Derek? What was that about? I mean is it true, you and Spencer?" Prentiss chuckled.

Derek nodded, "Yes, and we were planning to tell everyone but then this happened."

"I of course already knew," Garcia giggled.

"Yeah, and I found out when I walked into the break room and found Derek's tongue halfway down Spencer's throat," Hotch chuckled. Every giggled.

"So how long?" JJ asked.

"Almost a year."

"Well, congratulations just make sure to keep it below Strauss' radar."

"Don't worry, Rossi, if we kept it from you guys this long, I have no doubt that she'll never find out."

TBC...