Sorry it took so long to update!

Reid saw Morgan was drifting asleep. He eyed the bathroom. He did not want to go in a bedpan again. He was strong enough to go to the bathroom, for Godsakes. Or at least he should be. He wanted to prove that the Master was wrong. He was not weak.

With shaking legs he stood up.

He tried to take a few steps towards the bathroom before collapasing. Morgan woke with a jolt and in panic saw the bed empty.

"Reid?" He stood up, brotherly worry in his voice. "Reid!" He raced towards Reid's body.

"I'm fine," Reid mumbled as Morgan helped him to his feet. "I just...wanted to go to the bathroom, is all. Not have to use the...bed pan."

"Well let me help you then."

"I don't need help!" Tears were in Reid's eyes. "I need...I'm not wee...weak M...Morgan."

"No one said you were. You've barely walked at all in the past two years though. Your legs aren't used to it.

Reid started to sob quietly.

"He said...I was weak."

"Yeah well he's also a sociopathic monster." Morgan sighed, as he tried to struggle and picture what Reid was going through.

"Let me help you," Morgan begged. "I wasn't there for you before...least I could do is be here for you now."

Reid swallowed and nodded. Morgan quietly unhooked the machines, temporarily of course, and helped Reid limp to the bathroom. He watched as Reid grabbed hold of the sink.

"I can do it from here," Reid said with determination and Morgan nodded and waited outside until Reid was done. He helped Reid back to the bed.

"Thanks." Reid's voice was soft.

"No problem kid."

Reid swallowed and swallowed again as the machines were hooked back in place.

"I...wish I could remember...you...us...everyone else..."

"So do I." Morgan's voice was a wave of saddness.

"Do you think I ever will?"

"I don't know," came the honest reply.

Reid shuddered.

"I'm scared," he whispered.

"Scared of what?"

"That...he'll come for me."

Morgan sighed.

"Reid, the bastard is dead."

Reid closed his eyes.

"I'm also scared...of not having him in my life anymore."

Morgan stared at him.

"What do you mean?"

"It's so confusing," whimpered Reid. "I hate him...yet..yet I need him too...I fear him...yet I want to...please him...why? Why do I want to please the man who made my life...living hell?"

Morgan shook his head.

"I don't know, Reid...maybe it's because he's all you knew for two years. That he...at least offered you a constant routine and now you don't know what's going to happen to you."

Reid was silent, deep in thought.

"Maybe."

"Try to get some sleep, Reid."

"He'll be there," whispered the kid and Morgan hugged him tightly.

"So will I."

Reid slowly nodded and fell into a trusted sleep.

The next morning was the same old crummy hospital food, but still ten times better then what Reid got during those two years.

A knock came at the door. It was Hotch.

"You should go home for a bit," he told Morgan. "I'd like to visit Reid for a while."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Morgan." There was a warning in his voice. "You need to shower, get some rest. Get some food."

"He's right," Ried told Morgan. Morgan studied the kid.

"You sure?"

"Yes. Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not." Morgan squeezed his shoulder and yawned as he rose.

"I guess I could use a nap." He lookd at Hotch. "I'll be by in a few hours. Call me if you need anything."

"Will do."

Hotch waited for Morgan to leave befor ehe sat down. Ried felt awkward, tense. He didn't know Hotch that well. Couldn't remember him at all.

"Reid..."Hotch's voice cracked.

"What sir?"

"Please, call me Hotch. Not sir." He sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "I want to apologize."

"Apologize? For what?"

"For...not finding you sooner...for making you go over to Tobias's house when I suspected him...having you go to a potientailly dangeorus place without backup as an error in judgment. An error that cost you two years of your life...for that I'm sorry..and I'm so sorry for not finding you sooner. So sorry." His voice cracked.

Ried was stunned to see the man was crying.

"It's my fault this happened to you, Reid. I need to know you forgive me...I need to know that..." He started to sob and Reid rose and placed his hand over Hotch's.

"It's okay sir...Hotch." He cleared his throat. "I've never blamed you for what happened...never will...and I...forgive you."

Hotch nodded, relief filling him as they sat there, looking at each other.

He still hadn't forgiven himself completly, and he never well, but at least he could look Reid into the eye now, without that deep rooted self hating guilt knawing at him...and that was something, wasn't it?

Sorry for this chapter ending so abruptly! But I really wanted a Hotch/Reid scene!