Sorry! I haven't been updating for some time. I would use the school excuse, but that would be irresponsible of me. So I have decided to make this chapter very special. Again, I love you all!

As always, this is chapter ten in OF BROTHERLY LOVE AND TRAUMA. You are now tuned into the Spencer Reid channel of Epic!

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Unknown Coordinates.

I-10 E. Heading toward 31°43′23″N 110°11′18″W

Driven for 2:46

Current time- 7:28 AM

All Morgan could see was a vast infinite landscape. Bushes dotted the dirt road continuously as he continued to drive through the parched desert. The sun had risen over an hour ago, but he never stopped. His superior had called him once, only to inform him that they had not found Reid. Morgan denied every word, he would not accept the disappearance of his brother. He only continued to his destination ignoring the fact that it had already been searched, and found empty.

Morgan pushed on the gas, causing his car to now reach ninety miles an hour. The road was deserted as it had nearly always been. He did pass the occasional deserted home as he made his way through what he felt was hell. His phone rang once again. Without thinking, he picked it up and answered.

"What is it Hotch?" His voice carried over his irritation through his voice.

"Morgan?" Came the timid response. Reid's voice bounced around his head as grief hit him like a freight train.

"Reid? Oh my God, where are you kid? Are you okay? You hurt?" His mouth rambled incoherent sounds as his heart beat a tad faster. He felt his palms become wet from the anxious sweat that plagued him. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, causing his knuckles to turn white. His mouth continued to run until Reid silenced him.

"Morgan, he wants you."

"Who wants me, kid?"

"Damien."

"Who's Damien?" Reid looked up toward Damien. He was across the room of the abandoned grocery store. Damien sauntered across the room, taking in everything as he listened to his captive. A strong smile was plastered on his face as he faced the wall; waiting until his captive would try to warn the Bearer of Pain. Everyone before this child did the same, and like the others, he would do the same. He walked toward the farthest area, and waited. His smile grew as he heard his captive hush his voice.

"Please Morgan, just don't come to Fairbank. Just look inside the fold...ooowww"A pale hand had suddenly come down, stinging the right side of his face. Reid gasped in pain as he felt the bite of the impact. The phone in his left hand was wrenched away painfully. His body began to trembled while his hand caressed his cheek. Damien smiled and leaned in close. His hot breath brushed up against Reid's pale neck. A single vein shown through as it pumped feverishly. Damien's lips parted, and he whispered into his quivering captive. Seconds passed, and Reid stiffly nodded. Damien brought the phone back up to Reid's ear, where Morgan's frantic words could be heard clearly.

"Reid! Reid, c'mon kid... Answer Me!"

"He said you either come, or I die." His voice was unnaturally calm.

"God Kid, where are you?"

"He says it's five miles south of where he took me."

"Where'd he take you kid?"

"You already know."

"What do you mean 'I already know?' "

"Garcia already gave you the coordinates."

"Is he telling you what to say?"

"Yes."

"How does he know?" Reid looked up toward Damien. His kidnapper simply smiled, and held up his hands. He motioned around if he were holding a camera. Reid looked back down, the abandoned groceries floor showed rotted wood, and dust.

"He's implanted a camera in your car."

"How did he? No, never mind, just tell me where to go."

"Just continue driving five miles after you reach your original destination. Then just drive .265 miles inland."

"English Reid, I don't know how far .265 miles is. Now hang in there all right, keep talkin Pretty Boy. Describe your surroundings."

"Alright, .265 miles is an approximate 1,400 feet. You'll have to head North East, and if you don't recollect in which direction North East resides; then just input the direction in the GPS system."

"Alright kid, I just passed the other place. I'm heading your way, okay?"

"Okay, and Morgan... just in case I don't survive this endeavor..."

"Don't talk like that Reid. You're gonna make it, I promise."

"Don't make a promise you can't keep Morgan."

"Well, I have no intentions of breaking it, so deal with it Pretty Boy. I'm not letting you go that easily." Reid laughed timidly at his brother's last remark.

"You know Reid, I don't think I've say it enough, but, I love you kid. You're like the little brother I never had, and I am not going to lose you, alright. I lost my dad... and.." Tears penetrated Morgan's well guarded ducts. He harshly wiped away the traitorous tears, and began again. "I already lost my dad, and I am not losing you, got it. I. am. not. losing. you!" The palm of his right hand came down harshly as he enunciated every single word. Morgan's foot came down harder on the gas pedal, and he propelled himself ten miles faster down the abandoned road. Reid heard as the engines roar grew louder.

"Morgan, slow down, you're going to get hurt."

"No kid, I'm not slowing down. Not until you're safe."

"I'm not going anywhere Morgan, just slow down a little."

"No kid."

"If you're not going to slow down for your own sake, then slow down for me. I don't want you to get in a car accident before you get here." Morgan squinted in the harsh light that came from the Arizona sun. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, the knuckles on each hand now turning a pale white. Slowly, his foot eased on the gas, and he slowed about seven miles. "There, I slowed down."

"Thank you. Now, can you please look inside the folder."

"How do you know I still have it."

"I know you Morgan. You forgot about it entirely after Hotch told you about the call. So, open it up, and read the profile I came up with."

"Can he hear you."

"I'm guessing that you speak of my captor, and yes, he can. He's extremely confident, and truly believes that he wont be caught."

"Well Pretty Boy, let's break that confidence." Morgan reached across to the passengers seat where the file rested for he last ten to twelve hours. He brought it up to sit next to him. Without taking his eyes off the road,he opened it up, and brought the first paper up to his view. He read the title, and skimmed through the rest. From what he saw, it was a comparison between the Arizona killer, and Reid's unknown Unsub. As he continued down the page, he saw multiple aspects of each man's behavior circled in red. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the final comparison. Both of these men's signature's where the same. The last seventy two hours clicked into place. Every gesture, every hidden movement. The secrets and the spontaneous meetings with SSA Struass all made perfect sense now. Reid had clarified the folder, and working on a different case, but this was different. They were dealing with a single unsub that suffered from a dual personality disorder. "Reid, you knew. You knew his M.O., his victimology, and that its the same unsub. Oh God, tell me Reid; tell me that the bastard holding you captive is not the man in these papers. Don't let it be this monster that has his hands on you."

"I'm afraid so Morgan."

"Dammit!" Morgan slammed his fist into the dashboard, causing a small dent in the plastic covering. in his fury, he looked up and saw the sign. His fears were minimized as he read the god given words. FAIRBANK -. Morgan took a sharp turn, and began to drive on bare ground and dirt. Loose rocks were propelled into the air, and pelted the back of the SUV. Morgan shoved the papers back into crinkled folder, and placed them in the glove compartment. He pushed on the gas, and began to speed forward toward his brother. He brought the phone close to his mouth. "Listen to me Reid, and listen carefully. I want you to take any chance you get. Don't let him relocate you again, you hear me. Don't let him take you any farther." All he could hear was heavy breathing on the other side.

"Hello, Reid? Kid! KID! Talk to me!" A new voice came from the phone.

"I am afraid you need to hurry Mr. Morgan. I am getting very impatient." Morgan could hear Reid's muffled cries in the background.

"What the hell did you do to him!"

"Nussing, yet. Now you need to hurry." Morgan sped through the antique homes, heading toward an unknown location.

"Where are you, you son of a bitch! Where are you!"

"No need to yell, and I believe you already passed my location. If you hadn't been so angry, you might hav seen ze truck in front of ze general store." Morgan jerked the steering wheel, and did an massive u-turn.

"Fuck! Alright you son of a bitch, when I get my hands on you..."

"Vat? Vat vill you do Mr. Morgan? You can't do anything! I hav your friend. I am in control. Not you, Me! So you better arriv soon."

The line went dead, and Morgan cursed unfathomable words onto the dead receiver. He could see the general store come into view. The damn truck sat comfortably in the front of the store. Morgan slammed on the breaks, causing the car to jerk to a stop. He threw the door open and rushed toward the swinging doors. He practically tore down the shabby doors. The room watch pitch black, except for a single sky light that illuminated a terrified Reid. He had duct tape over his mouth, and his hands, and legs were zip tied together. A ghost of a smile dance across Morgan's tired face. "Reid!" he cried happily. His exclamation of joy was returned by Reid's warnings. He kept on shaking his head, and fidgeting. Motioning in a manner that told Morgan that something was wrong. A creek echoed through the dimly lit area. Morgan swiveled in time to see a monstrous tan bat before it hit him above the temple. Morgan crumpled to the floor, his large muscular build visibly relaxed as his consciousness left him. Reid writhed in panic as Damien grabbed Morgan's legs, and hauled him through the doors, and into the truck.