Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. So my four updates are now three but there are updates along all three current stories. I'll be posting the last chapter of Cleansing the evil tomorrow. My christmas tree fell down so I had to spend part of my evening securing and redecorating it. That thing is out to get me. I've now got a clear answer about what fanfic I want to do next and I'll let you know soon. Enjoy this chapter and I'd love to know what you think. I value all your opinions.

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One week later

Reid sat in Garcia's office with her. Morgan was now back at work and they didn't want to leave him alone. He carefully painted the model of the Tardis that he had assembled himself. He enjoyed painting the blue on. He had to go slowly and do everything delicately. There was something calming about painting the model. Over the last week, he had completed other models and made other things. Garcia had given him some clay and an array of arts and craft pieces for him to use. He had to admit that it kept his mind busy. Garcia loved the jeweled rose he had made her. He had modeled it carefully, trimming parts to give it a neat and well made look. After he had painted it and glued small red jewels all over the piece. The rose now had a place of pride on her desk.

The Tardis model he had assembled, he knew he would keep. The team wanted him to keep him busy and he was thankful for the distraction. He didn't want to think about the monster or his time in Florida. The memories still came but the team monitored him and snapped him out of them when they could. Sometimes he had to endure the memory if no-one noticed or wasn't there with him.

He concentrated as he painted each letter on the Tardis with a fresh brush. He looked up when he felt eyes on him. Garcia smiled down at him. "You always look so calm when you're doing a craft project," she said.

"It helps keep my mind busy and after a year of not being able to use my imagination, it's nice to use it and create things from scratch. You don't mind me doing this in here, do you?"

"No, I love watching you paint and sculpt," she smiled. "You're safe here and we can keep an eye on you here."

"I like being here," Reid said as he pushed the model to the side for it to dry. "It's strange. Before everything, when we worked a rough week, I couldn't wait to get out of here and go home. Now, I love being here."

A knock came at the door, disturbing their talk. Kevin Lynch came into the room. "Garcia, we need your help. Mason went and screwed up again."

"Seriously," Garcia said with annoyance in her voice. "Why did the FBI even hire that man? Reid, do you want me to get someone to sit with you? I have to go and deal with this."

"No, I'll be fine. I've got plenty of craft things to do. It's okay, I'll be fine."

Garcia kissed his head before ruffling his hair playfully. She walked out with Kevin, making sure to close the door. He brought out a box and a small tool pouch. He opened the box and brought out what was inside. He was building an electric car from scratch for Henry. He still had a few more things to assemble and he still had to put the cover on, and then paint it. After working on the car for ten minutes, his mind began to go back.

"No," he whispered. His whisper was no use.

Reid watched as the monster downed more and more alcohol. He was laying on the couch, his arms bound above him and tied to a part of metal on the couch. A gag prevented him from talking and his legs were bound as well. He winced as the man sat on his small thighs. The weight of the monster hurting him. The monster put his hand under Reid's t-shirt and smiled. "You're such a pretty one."

The monster then stroked Reid's face and let out a sigh. "You know, it isn't easy. I got no choice to do this. All those bastards out there think that they know what it's like to have darkness inside. A hunger you can't fill. They don't know. Only I know. I watch you too, Spencer. You and that little profiler head of yours."

Pausing, the man took a swig of his drink and let out a small cough. "You think you know me but you don't. I know you though. You're mine," he laughed. "I've had every part of you. You squirm and try to get away but I know you like it. You enjoy being touched."

Reid shook his head and tried to tug at the rope. It didn't budge.

"YES, YOU DO!" the monster shouted in his face before ripping out his gag. "SAY YOU ENJOY IT!"

"No," Reid whispered. "I don't like it!"

A slap came across his face causing it to burn. The monster grabbed his face and held it roughly. "SAY YOU LIKE IT. STOP LYING!"

Reid shook his head and closed his eyes. "No."

The monster got off him and put a DVD in. He cut the rope holding Reid's hand to the couch but didn't cut it from his wrists. The monster dragged him up and forced him to sit on his lap. The DVD began to play. Reid watched a recording of the monster during one of their other sessions. "Look at the screen and tell me you enjoy it. Tell me that you want it."

"No," Reid sobbed. "I don't want it. I'll never want it."

His body collided with the floor as the monster shoved him off his lap. He hit the floor. Hands forced him to his hands and knees before ripping away his trousers. "I'll make you want it!"

He came out the memory to find blood dripping from his clenched fist. He opened it and realised he had squeezed a small metallic part that was for the electric car he was building for Henry. He hissed as he pulled the piece of metal from his hand. He cradled his hand close and left Garcia's office. He went down to the bull pen and saw Blake was the only one there. He walked over. "Blake, I need some help."

Blake turned around and immediately dropped her pen. She took his hand and led him to the kitchen where she ran it under the water. "Reid, what happened?"

"I don't know," he said. "I slipped into a memory and when I came out it, my hand had clenched around a small sharp piece of a kit I'm doing. Garcia is dealing with a problem with another tech."

Blake washed it before grabbing a first aid kit. She noticed other agents staring at them and decided to take Reid somewhere more private. "Let's go somewhere a bit more private. Hotch is in his office and he'll want to know about this."

He followed her as she held his hand open. They reached Hotch's office and found the door open. "Hotch, can we come in?"

Hotch looked up and saw Blake holding a first aid kit and Reid's bloody hand. "Come in," he said as he got up and closed the door behind them. "What happened?"

"He had a flashback," Blake said. Her eyes met Hotch's eyes and they both shared a silent message. "He came out it and found himself clenching a piece of metal in his hands, it cut his hand. It's a long cut."

"I'm sorry," Reid said.

"Don't say sorry for something you don't have to be sorry for," Blake smiled gently before she poured some liquid on a cotton ball. "This will hurt a little. You don't need proper stitches, just some butterfly stitches."

Reid hissed as Blake dabbed some peroxide on the cut. "I'm sorry, Reid. I just need to clean it so it doesn't get infected."

She placed the butterfly stitches over the cut before picking up a bandage and wrapping it around his hand. She finished and looked up at him. "There you go."

"Thanks, Blake."

"Reid, do you want to talk about the memory?" Hotch asked.

Reid looked down at his hand before looking up to face Hotch. "He got drunk and started yelling at me. Kept telling me that I did want it. He got angry when I wouldn't say it. He pushed me to my hands and knees. He raped me while making me watch another one of our sessions. He got so violent when he got drunk. He was brutal when he got drunk. I'm going to go and continue with my project if that's okay."

"Okay," Hotch nodded. "Reid, we're here when you need to talk or if you need help. Always remember that."

"I know," Reid said before leaving the room.

A few days later

Reid hid the finished car behind his back in a box as he stood in the garden. He saw Henry walk over. "Hi, Uncle Spence."

"Hey, Henry. I got a present for you. I built it all myself and I hope you like it," he said before bringing out the box and giving it to Henry. Taking it carefully, Henry put it on a nearby chair and opened it. Reid grinned as he watched Henry's face lighten up. Henry ran over to Reid and hugged around his waist.

"Thank you, Uncle Spence! I love it. Did you really build it yourself?"

"I did," Reid said. "Do you really like it?"

"I really do. You're the best!" Henry said before hugging Reid again. He ruffled Henry's hair and couldn't stop the smile coming across his face. He might not always be able to fight the memories, but he could make Henry happy and that was all that mattered to him.

Reid began to cry out as his mind began to hurt. The walls turned into blurs and his skin burned. He heard footsteps coming behind him. He turned around and screamed when he saw a monster behind him. It's skin was completely charred and blood dripped from its mouth. "NOOO! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

The monster grabbed him and pinned him to the floor. "NOOO!"

He felt pain rip through him and his body began to move violently. The monster was violating him. The walls around him began to shout and urge the demon on. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"

A clawed hand came over his mouth but he only screamed more.

Reid jolted up in his bed, he looked around and struggled to get his breath back. He remembered that time, it was when the monster had slipped LSD into his water. Stumbling out of bed, he heard voices downstairs. He left his room and heard the team downstairs. He let out a small sob before collapsing against the wall and to the floor. "Help," he whispered but knew they didn't hear him. He brought his knees up and continued to cry.

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