Summary : Late one night Morgan is awaken by Reid knocking on his door. Reid is agitated and has a feeling that something is going to go wrong. (Bad Summary, I know.) Morgan/Reid SLASH. Don't like, don't read. Rated M for language, violence and adult situation.
A/N - Hi everyone! I would like to thank everyone who took the time to review, and everyone who has added this to their alerts and favorites! Constructive criticism is appreciated, flames are not. I hope you enjoy.
Warnings - Language, Violence.
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Chapter 10
Reid opens his eyes and groans softly at the pain it causes his head. Looking around, he wonders how he got into the back seat of a car.
Reid tries moving his arms only for pain to shoot through his right shoulder. He bites back a whimper as his memory of what happened comes back.
Joseph Tidwell sits in the drivers side cursing up a storm, his right arm crudely dressed with a dishtowel and duct tape. It had already bled through.
Reid stays silent for what feels like an hour before Tidwell finally stops. Turning around he notices that Reid is awake.
With a growl of irritation, he gets of the car and yanks Reid out. Reid nearly collapses at the sudden spell of dizziness.
Looking around once the dizziness passes, all Reid can see is a house in the woods.
Reid slams his left shoulder into Tidwell's sternum and tries to run for it, but his attacker recovers quickly. Tidwell grabs Reid's leg sending him crashing to the ground . Reid hits his head painfully against the solid ground, once again losing consciousness.
"Sweet Thing, are you sure you should be going back to work?" Garcia asks following the irate man out of the hospital.
"Baby Girl, this psycho has Spencer!" Morgan nearly yells looking for Garcia's car.
"I know honey, and believe me, when this guy is caught he won't know what hit him, but you were just hurt!" Garcia tries her best to reason with the irrational man.
"It's only a minor concussion and a scratch." He argues back spotting Esther.
"A scratch? You were grazed by a bullet!" She does yells at him.
"I only need a couple stitches. I am working on this!" He offers no room for argument as he climbs into the vehicle.
"Please, just don't overwork yourself."
"Don't worry Mama. We are going to catch this bastard, rescue the damsel in distress and I will take a couple days off, okay?" Morgan gives her a small smile.
"Don't ever let Dr. Reid hear you call him a damsel in distress, you may end up in the dog house," Garcia can't help but grin.
"Speaking of dog house, was Clooney hurt?" Morgan asks.
"Rossi took him to the vet. The guy kicked him, straining his right front leg," she explains, "Rossi took him to his house until yours is cleared as a crime scene."
"Well, let's get back so we can this son-of-a-bitch!"
Reid stirs at the feel of warm water against his face. He is dizzy and disoriented. He can feel the dried blood caked onto the side of his face.
"Oh good, you're awake, I was worried that Joey may have seriously hurt you," a broad shouldered man with short brown hair and brown eyes says taking the cloth away from Reid's face.
"What happened?" Reid groans, his voice raspy. It is then that he notices that he is handcuffed to a bed, his injured shoulder being pulled painfully. "Where am I?" He asks softly, trying to keep his breathing under control.
"You're home Spencer," the man says wiping away some more of the blood.
Reid flinches away from his touch. The man doesn't seem to notice.
"Spencer, do you remember me?" he asks as he finishes wiping Reid's face.
Reid stains to remember and not upset the man, however the dizziness is making it hard. He knows he has seen the man before, from where he can't place. Then something the man that grabbed him, Joey, Joseph Tidwell, had said comes to mind. Sam, Tidwell had called him Sam. Something clicks in Reid's mind.
"Samuel Duncan," Reid questions cautiously, his voice still raspy.
Sam grins, "You do remember me Spencer." he gently strokes along Reid's jaw line. Reid flinches away again. The man frowns but doesn't comment on it.
"Where are we?" Reid asks again, trying to sit up.
"I told you, we're home. Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself," Sam admonishes pushing Reid back down.
"Why am I handcuffed Samuel," Reid ask watching Sam's reaction closely out of the corner of his eye.
"I know you have yet to realize you're love for me like the love I have for you," he begins with a sad sigh, grabbing hold of Reid's chin to make Reid look at him. "I don't want you trying anything that you will regret later. Like trying to run away," Sam says tightening his hold on Reid's face to bruising force. He releases Reid's chin with a smile "and call me Sam."
They remain silent for a few minutes after that. Sam running his fingers through Reid's hair. Reid tries hard not the flinch again.
"Samuel—Sam, I have to use the bathroom," Reid blushes averting his eyes. Sam looks at him suspiciously for a moment before he reaches into his pocket, producing a key.
"Don't try anything Spencer. This is your only warning." he warns before unlocking the handcuffs. Reid sits up, rubbing his wrists.
"The bathroom is right there," Sam answers the unasked question pointing to a door behind him. Reid can feel Sam's eyes following him until he shuts and locks the door.
Reid leans against the door and lets out a shuttered breath. Looking around the bathroom, Reid sees a toilet, sink, shower and a mirror.
Glancing at the mirror, Reid grimaces at his reflection. His face is deathly white, he has a knot and cut on his forehead. With a defeated sigh, Reid quickly uses the bathroom and washes his hands. He takes a deep breath before opening the door again.
A/N - Okay, I would like some opinions on how you guys think I should continue. I have a couple of ideas myself, but I would like some outside suggestions. Until next time, have a happy new years!