Hi, everyone! Sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I was busy finishing up my semester. It's hard to believe that I'm officially half way through college already! But anyway, brief recap. Martin helped out Greg and Spencer a little, but now Findler is doing bad things to Spencer. So here is the next chapter! Review please.

REGRETS

Derek sat on the couch and stared at the coffee mug in his hands. He was thinking back to when he and Spencer had started dating. They had decided not to tell anyone for a while, but that hadn't lasted very long. Derek smiled slightly when he remembered the day the team found out about them.

"So...Derek…when were you going to tell us?" JJ asked, hands on her hips. She looked down at Derek with a questioning glance.

"Um, tell you what?" Derek asked, confusion evident on his face.

"You know what we're talking about," Emily said, showing up next to JJ. "Come on, you and Spence?"

Derek blushed madly and looked away. "How do you know that? Did he tell you?"

"Not exactly," Emily said with a smile. "He just gets really nervous when he's cornered and questioned. We pretty much guessed judging by his inability to speak when we asked about you two."

Derek couldn't help but smile. "Well, yeah, we are together. We weren't going to tell for a while, but I can see that fell through."

"It's a good thing though!" JJ said excitedly. "We're happy you guys are together, we've been waiting forever for you two to get together."

"Does Hotch know?" Derek asked nervously.

"Yeah, but only because he saw us cornering Spence." Emily said. "He's cool with it."

"Good to know," Derek said with a smile.

Derek took a sip of his coffee, deciding it wasn't worth it. He set the mug down on the table and sighed. He knew he didn't always have the best times with Spencer; they did fight on more then one occasion. Some were worse than others. He remembered the time he almost left Spencer over something completely stupid.

"Why are you doing this?" Spencer asked, tears in his eyes. He watched Derek angrily pack away things in his suitcase. "Derek, please talk to me."

"I have nothing to say to you," Derek mumbled, stuffing more clothes into his suitcase. "Clearly we can't agree on things, so I don't see what the point is in staying."

"We can fix this!" Spencer pleaded. "I swear, Derek, we can fix this. Please, just give me a chance to explain-"

"I don't want to hear it!" Derek snapped. "I'm leaving, I'll be back for the rest of my stuff tomorrow." He grabbed his suitcase and left the room.

"Please, don't leave," Spencer begged. "I love you, please!" He watched as Derek left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Derek drove a little over twenty minutes before stopping at the hotel he would be staying at. He checked in and went up to his room. It didn't take very long afterward for it to hit him, the realization at what he had just done. He put his head in his hands and sighed. He figured if he got some sleep maybe it would all go away.

Derek woke up abruptly. He looked over at the clock, noticing it said 2:15AM. He had a weird feeling that something wasn't right. He got out of bed and walked over to his window, frowning when he realized it was raining. He thought he saw a figure down by the steps of the hotel. He squinted, and then realized it was Spencer, sitting alone on the steps in the rain. "What is he doing?" He grabbed his shoes and coat and ran down the hall. He stepped outside and looked over at Spencer. "Spence?"

Spencer turned his head and looked up slowly. There were tear streaks on his face, and he was soaking wet and shaking. "Hey," he said, slowly looking down at the ground.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asked. He looked out at the parking lot. "I don't see the car, how did you get here?"

"The car wouldn't start, I walked," Spencer said, still not looking up.

"You walked? On the highway? Do you know how dangerous that is?" Derek knelt down and looked at Spencer. "You could have been killed."

"Does it matter?" Spencer asked sadly.

Derek's heart broke. He pulled Spencer up against him and held him tightly. "Of course it matters," he said quietly. "I don't know what I would have done…I certainly never would have forgiven myself." He kissed Spencer on the forehead. "I love you, Spence."

"You do?" Spencer asked, finally looking up at him.

"More than anything. I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier." He stood up and helped Spencer up as well. "Come on, let's get inside. You're soaked."

Derek stared straight ahead at the wall. He promised that night that he would never let anything get that out of control again, that he would never leave Spencer for anything. He broke that promise. He regretted hurting Spencer, for leaving him for Nick. Now Spencer was in the hands of some psycho and he didn't know if he would ever see him alive again. Spence, when I find you I'm going to make this right. I swear. He looked up when Nick entered the room. "Nick…we need to talk."

"I know," Nick said, sitting down opposite of Derek.

Derek swallowed and looked over at him. "We can't…we can't be together anymore. I can't handle this. I love Spencer, I didn't think it was going to be this way."

"I feel the same about Greg," Nick said quietly. "I guess we're crazy to think this would have worked out."

Derek nodded in agreement. "Are there any new leads?"

"Not yet," Nick said. "Archie and Garcia are still looking for the next potential victim."

"You think he might take another victim if he has Greg and Spencer?"

"It's possible, he might have already had another one with him when they showed up at the house."

No sooner had Nick mentioned this, Garcia came flying through the door. "Guys! I have a potential lead."

"What is it, baby girl?" Derek asked, standing up and walking over to her. "Is it another potential victim?"

"It is," Garcia said, handing him the paper. "The name is Martin Smith. He also went to college with Alex Findler. I managed to get ahold of his employer today and she said that he was supposed to meet someone for lunch. Hotch and Catherine are on their way there right now to see if the lady recognizes the picture of Alex."

"Good job," Derek said, some hope in his voice. "We still need to find where he took Spencer and Greg, though."

"Maybe if we called one of their phones he might answer," Nick said. "We might be able to get something."

Derek nodded. "Good idea. Let's go to the AV lab and see if Archie can hook us up to trace the call." Derek bit his lip hopefully as the three of them left the break room and headed for Archie's lab.

Spencer was in a daze. He could feel himself being dragged across the floor. He heard a door opening, and then he felt himself being thrown down on the floor. He heard the door slam shut. He cured into himself tightly and forced back tears. He was in pain from Findler attacking him like that. He thought he heard scuffling nearby, and looked up to see Greg sitting next to him.

"Spence? Spence are you ok?" Greg asked in a frightened voice, he was afraid to touch Spencer. "Spence…"

"Greg," Spencer said so quietly that Greg almost didn't hear him. He suddenly began to cry.

Greg swallowed and gently reached down to take hold of Spencer. He managed to pick him up, cringing at the severe pain in his side when he did. He carried him slowly over to the mattress and set him down. "I'm sorry," he said silently.

"For…what?" Spencer asked through his tears.

"For letting this happen to you," Greg said, forcing back his own tears.

"This wasn't your fault, Greg," Spencer said, slowly sitting up. "There was nothing you could have done."

Greg frowned as a tear slipped down his cheek. "I could have been stronger," he said quietly.

Spencer frowned and shook his head. "It's not your fault." He reached over for Greg, who scooted closer and hugged him gently. "It's not your fault…it's his." Spencer buried his face in Greg's shoulder and hugged him tighter. He was scared, not only for himself but for Greg. What if he comes back to get Greg next? What if he just comes and kills us? He nearly jumped out of his skin when the door slammed open. He froze when he realized it was Findler. "W-What do you want?"

Findler sneered. "That's no way to greet someone. I came back for your little friend, if you must know. It's his turn."

Greg shuddered at the thought and pushed himself closer to Spencer. "No, he said quietly.

"What's that?" Findler said, his face turning red. "Did you just say no? I don't think so. I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson." He was about to step forward and grab Greg when a phone went off in his pocket. "What in the hell?" He pulled out Spencer's phone. "Well, well. It looks like one of your little friends is calling." He flipped the phone open. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Findler, is that you?"

Spencer looked up hopefully when he recognized Derek's voice on the other end of the phone. He looked down at Greg, who was staring in terror at Findler.

"This is him, yes, now what do you want?" Findler asked in an irritated voice.

"Look, we know what you've done and we know you have your old buddy Martin. You also have a federal agent and a CSI. I'm pretty sure you don't want any more counts of murder against you, so why don't you tell us where you are?"

"Well, wouldn't that ruin the fun in all this?" Findler asked, a wicked grin on his face. "I've only just begun to have fun with my guests. You know…your little agent is quite a handful in the bedroom."

"You sick bastard! What did you do to him?"

"Language, please," Findler said in a mocking tone. "You can tell your friends their CSI is next."

"No. Let me talk to my agent."

Findler grumbled something under his breath and then held the phone out to Spencer. "Make it quick, and if you say one word about our location I'll murder you right here."

Spencer swallowed hard and took the phone. "D-Derek?"

"Spence? Pretty By, are you ok?"

Spencer sniffled and fought back tears. "No," he choked.

"Spencer…did he rape you?"

"Yes," Spencer answered, tears now streaming down his face.

"I'm so sorry."

Spencer cringed at how broken Derek's voice sounded over the phone. "I need you."

"I know, Pretty Boy, we're doing everything we can to find you two."

Spencer shuddered at the thought that this might be the last time he heard Derek's voice. "D-Derek…you know that dvd collection in my room…can you p-put it in storage for me?"

"What? Um, yeah I guess. Spence, how is Greg doing?"

"He's ok," Spencer said, peering down at Greg. "D-Derek…I love you."

"Spence, I lov-"

"Alright, that's enough," Findler said, ripping the phone away from Spencer. "You had your time, hope you said your good-byes." He hung up the phone and glared down at the two men. "I have some other business to take care of, I'll be back later."

Spencer watched Findler leave the room before letting his tears fall again.

Derek stared at the phone in his hands. He wanted to throw it across the room. He couldn't believe it when Spencer said that Findler had raped him. He wanted to kill Findler with his bare hands to make him pay.

"Derek?" Garcia asked in a sad voice. Her eyes were brimming with tears that were threatening to fall. "The phone service…it was really bad, we couldn't trace the call. They must be in a building somewhere where there might not be a lot of phone towers or something."

Derek nodded slowly and sat down in a chair. "He told me he loved me," he said sadly. "That evil bastard…he took the phone away from him before I could say it back."

Garcia frowned sadly and looked back at her screen. "There has to be some way we can trace that call. Did he say anything else to you that might hint at where they might be?"

Derek shook his head. "He said he wasn't ok, that Greg was doing ok as far as he knew." He furrowed his eyebrows for a second. "He asked me to put his dvd collection in storage for me. I don't what that was about."

Archie, who had been sitting over in the corner, sat up suddenly. "Storage? Derek, I think that might be a hint!" He swung back to his computer and started typing madly. "He might have been hinting that they are being kept in a storage building, there are a few around here."

Nick, who had been standing next to Derek, rushed over to Archie. "Cross reference any of them with areas that might not have a lot of phone towers."

Archie typed for a few more moments before breaking into a huge smile. "Guys…I think we just found them.

TBC

Of course I had to make this a cliffhanger, haha! Review please, and the next chapter shouldn't be too far away.