"I woke up in a concrete room on the floor. My wrists were in cuffs and chains. There was one blanket on a chair in the corner. I saw two hooks hanging from the ceiling. It felt cold." Morgan continued to look at Reid, then asked him.

"What else did you see?" Spencer answered. "A steel door with a small window with bars on it, and chains bolted into the walls. There was a bowl of water next to the chair in the corner." Morgan prompted him to continue. "Then what happened?" Reid's foot started tapping a bit faster. "I waited for a while, then a man in a lab coat came. He said he was glad I finally joined them. I asked him what he wanted with me. He told me he would be asking the questions. That that was his job."

Morgan asked Spencer: "Did you try to profile him?" Spencer nodded. "Yes."

"Okay continue." Morgan prompted. "The other man came in. I was told that if I didn't answer his questions. That this man would hurt me." Reid had been tapping his foot continuously as quick pace, but he suddenly stopped. He became still as dug deep into his mind. They noticed his foot go still. Spencer seemed choked up at the thought of reliving these memories. He was breathing deeply. Clearly upset. "Spencer, it's okay. Take your time." Hotch said. "Talk to me Spencer. What happened?" Morgan asked. "I was dragged into the other room. They suspended me from a hook attached to the ceiling. By my wrists. He cut my shirt off."

"Who cut your shirt off?" Morgan asked him. "The man in all black clothing." Spencer said. "Okay. What happened next?" Hotch asked. Spencer took a deep breath. His foot started tapping rapidly again. "They asked me all these questions, they wanted to know all this classified information about government secrets." Spencer said with a look of mild panic on his face. Gideon knew that this was painful for Spencer. He knew that once he was done telling his story, Gideon would have to spend the rest of the day trying to help Spencer calm down and get him to feel safe and comfortable once again. Which wouldn't be easy. "What did they ask you?" Morgan asked. Spencer spoke as calmly as he could. "They asked me the location of the base that holds deadly - viruses and bio-chemicals. But I wouldn't tell them."

"What did they do when you refused?" Morgan asked. Spencer was choked up as he spoke. "He used the knife - and - cut deep into my arm." He started tearing up. His voice seemed to break. He cradled his left arm with his right arm. He was covering the wound that was made in that moment. "Spencer-" Hotch started to say before Spencer cut him off. "It - hurt - so bad. I screamed." Spencer said in a shaky voice. Another silent tear running down his face. "Spencer, do you want to take a break?" Hotch asked. Spencer shook his head. It would be too painful to stop, just to start up again. He would tell it all in one go. He would get it over with. Hotch gave Morgan a small nod, to give him the okay to continue. "Spencer, how did the man with the knife, react to torturing you? Did he hesitate when he cut you? Did he enjoy it? Did he smile or laugh while he hurt you? Or was he timid?" Spencer responded.

"He never said anything, But he smiled as he cut deep into me. He enjoyed it. There was a flash of anger in his eyes. His movements were precise, like he's done this before. He laughed slightly as he hurt me, and watched me squirm and scream." Morgan then asked. "What else were you asked?" Spencer went through the list of questions, which seemed to get worse as he continued. Thousands of people would have potentially died if he gave them any of the info they wanted. Spencer knew that. He went through hell to keep everyone safe. "Did he cut you every time you refused?" Morgan asked. Spencer nodded. "Yes. He started on my arms and then moved to my chest and torso. The man in the lab coat had to tell him not to cut so deep. Told him that they need me alive." Morgan looked at Spencer. "How many cuts were you given?" Morgan asked. "40." Spencer answered. His face twisting in discomfort at the memory.

"Okay, what happened after they stopped asking you questions?" Spencer was breathing hard. His face twisted in pain. A small sound of pain slipped out of his mouth. Morgan looked at him. "Spencer, are you in pain?" Spencer shook his head. "The memory is so painful that I'm getting a headache. It's not pain - it's a intense pressure." Morgan kept looking at Spencer. "Is the pressure in your head?" Spencer started crying slightly. "No." Spencer suddenly grabbed onto Morgans wrist and squeezed tightly. "Spencer, do you want to stop?" Hotch asked for a second time, growing increasingly concerned. Spencer shook his head. "No." He whispered. "Do you feel okay enough to continue?" Hotch asked. Spencer nodded. "Okay, when your ready you can continue." Hotch said.

Morgan kept his arm still, and just let Spencer hold onto his arm as he spoke with tears falling from his eyes. "The man in the lab coat left and closed the door. The other man started removing the rest of my clothes. I begged him not to do this, to just cut me again instead. He - wouldn't - listen. He stripped me nude, and unhooked me, and laid me over a wooden crate." Spencer's voice broke. He started to cry. Hotch had to cover his face as Spencer squeezed Morgan's arm tightly. Reid's body shook slightly. Morgan stepped in. "Spencer, I don't want you to revisit this memory." Morgan had a tear in his eye. Spencer yelled out, his voice shaking. "Oh - my - god! It's happening!" He was crying. He squeezed Morgan's wrist so tightly, it actually hurt. He forced himself to speak. "Spencer, I need you breathe. I want you to let this memory fade. Okay?" Spencer's voice shook as he spoke. "He - raped - me." Spencer continued to cry. Morgan spoke quickly.

"I know Spencer." Then Spencer spoke again, in a whisper, before Morgan could say anything else. "It hurt like hell." Hotch then spoke. "We know Spencer. It's okay. I want you to fast forward through this memory. Okay?" Hotch was forcing himself to speak. Spencer nodded slowly. He kept a tight grip on Morgan's arm. He took a deep breath. He kept breathing deeply as he forced his brain to move past the painful memory. His body stopped shaking. His face still showed signs of distress. He slowly loosened his grip on Morgan's arm as he breathed. "30 minutes later, he stopped. I rolled onto the floor. I was in so much pain, I couldn't even move. He put my clothing back on and carried me back to the other room. He laid me on the floor in the corner, and gave me the bowl of water, and left. I laid there, for a long time, just crying. At some point I forced myself to drink the water, and then I passed out." He let go of Morgan's arm. Morgan sighed in relief. Morgan saw a mark on his wrist from Spencer's tight grip. But Morgan didn't mind. He knew Spencer was in more pain than him. He was just glad that he was here to help him through it.

"What happened next?" Morgan asked. He had to wipe a tear from his eye. "I woke up to a woman screaming. They pushed her into the room and she fell to the floor. She yelled at them and they slammed the door shut. When she lifted her head, I saw it was JJ. I said her name. She rushed to my side and asked me what happened. I told her, and she apologized. I told her it wasn't her fault."

Spencer took a deep breath. "Then I asked her if you guys were safe." Hotch spoke next. "Why were you worried about us." Spencer answered. "I was worried that they might try to hurt you guys or hunt you down." Morgan spoke next. "What did JJ say?" Spencer answered. "She told me you guys were safe. That you guys were looking for me. I promised to protect her. That I wouldn't let them hurt her. She seemed confused." Morgan asked him. "What was she confused about?" Spencer shrugged. "I guess she was confused about why I would need to protect her. I told her the reason they kidnapped her, was because they hoped she would give them the information I wouldn't. I told her that if they questioned her, that they would also torture her. She looked scared."

Morgan then spoke again. "What was going through your head? How did you feel? What where you thinking?" He asked calmly. Spencer took a deep breath. "I was feeling scared. Scared they would hurt her the way they hurt me. I saw how scared she looked, and I thought about how she probably should be scared. After all she could see the damage done to me. I wondered how long I could hold out and survive. I promised to protect her, that she wouldn't be hurt. She seemed to realize what I meant."

Hotch spoke. "What did you mean?" Spencer answered. "That if they came for her, I would take her place." Morgan asked him. "Did you have a plan?" Spencer paused. "What?" Morgan then said. "How long did you think you could make this work? Did you have any sort of plan?" Spencer nodded. "Yes. My plan was to make sure JJ wasn't tortured to death! I figured if I could hold out long enough, maybe we would be rescued before they hurt her." Spencer spoke frantically. Hotch shook his head at Morgan.

He knew what Morgan's point was. Spencer could have died from being tortured. He was worried Spencer wasn't considering his own limits. That he was being reckless. But Hotch knew this wasn't the time. Reid made the choices he made to survive. He made the choices that he thought gave them both the best chance of survival. So Morgan moved on. "What was JJ's reaction?" Spencer then said. "She was shocked, she told me that she couldn't let me go through hell just to protect her. She told me she could handle it. But I told her that I couldn't let her do that. I told her that I was already tortured once. That another wouldn't kill me."

Morgan then asked him. "What happened next?" Spencer answered. "They came for JJ, and I spoke up-" Hotch cut him off again. "What did you say, Spencer? Give me your exact words." Spencer did. "No. Don't. Take me instead, she doesn't know anything. But I do. I know lots. I have a editic memory. Which mean means my brain can hold massive amounts of information, in very precise detail. I also can't forget anything. So your best chance for any information is me." Spencer spoke in a normal voice, but they all knew he most likely yelled each word, when he first spoke them.