A/N: Sorry I'm late...
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.
Warning: Rated for the mention of drugs, language, and torture.
Chapter ten: Anything except for that
"I question myself every day. That's what I still find motivating about this. I don't have the answers, I don't pretend that I do just because I won the match. Just keep fighting and maybe something good happens."
-Andre Agassi
Reid woke up letting his gaze wander. Morgan was no where in sight, he sighed. He was tired all the time now.
He managed to sit up and whimpered slightly. How long have I been out he wondered. The door opened which revealed a very bruised and beaten Derek Morgan. He gasped lightly and coughed immediately by the sudden intake of the sharp breath.
He was shocked at what he saw. His best friend. The strength in the BAU. In their team. Looked broken and defeated. He looked pale and was covered in blood. Some, which he knew was his, but the rest was all Morgan's.
"Sleep well?" Bates asked curiously.
Reid paid no attention to the man. He only had eyes for his beaten friend.
"Derek..." he said softly.
Bates rolled his blue eyes and let Morgan fall to the ground with a thud. Morgan rolled over and stared at the ceiling.
"Sleep well?" Bates repeated with gritted teeth.
He seemed to get irritated by being ignored. Reid made a mental note. The more information the better.
Reid glared at the man and went to Morgan's side instead.
"Hey pretty boy," he smiled.
Reid placed his head on his lap.
"He you okay?" Reid asked.
"Yeah I'll be fine," Morgan assured weakly.
"Oh god," Reid moaned when a sharp pain made it's way to his chest.
"Reid?" Morgan asked worriedly.
"Tsk," Bates shook his head and yanked Reid up.
"No...you said you'd leave him alone," Morgan protested.
"I said I'd let him rest. I never guaranteed anything once he woke up," Bates grinned.
Morgan moaned and struggled to get up. Bates was faster and kicked him on the side of the head. Reid let out another gasp. Bates laughed as he pulled the thin and dying agent. He left but not before turning on the cursed screen.
Moments later Reid was in the chair moaning and groaning in pain.
Blood ran down his chin from his mouth. Morgan shuddered slightly. He felt utterly useless yet again. Bates smiled like always as he inflicted pain on Reid. He seemed to enjoy hurting Reid more than anything else. Morgan cursed again.
Bates then walked in front of the camera and placed a piece of cloth over it. Morgan tried to see through it but it was dark. All he heard where the begs and cries that filled the empty rooms. He knew what was going on. But he honestly hoped it was anything...he'd hope for anything except for that.
"Garcia please tell us it's something good," Prentiss said.
Reid and Morgan were already missing for more than twelve hours making everyone on edge. Making their fearless leader guilty.
"Actually yes and no," Garcia answered slowly.
"Explain," Rossi probed.
"You were right Sir..." She said looking at Hotch worriedly.
"Jerry Bates did track you down..."
Thirty minutes later Morgan was pissed. The pain on his back. The throbbing and the splitting headache were nothing compared to the churning of disgust he felt. He threw up all the burning bile that had built up ever since they got kidnapped. How could a man be so cruel. How could he have hurt Reid like that. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
He hurt Reid to get to him. He was trying to get to him. Bates was trying to break both of them and what better way than to bring the past before they died.
"Fuck you Bates!" he screamed.
"Burn in hell you son of a-"
Gunfire. The horrible screeching sound rebounded from the walls.