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Reid felt the gun move away from his neck. Slowly, he rose to his feet and turned around to face Eric. He ignored the blood trickling down his forehead and the pain that came through his head. The gun shook in Eric's hand. "W-What did you say?"

"I understand the pain you went through. I know how it feels to have part of you ripped away. A part that you think can never come back but it can."

"You're lying," Eric sobbed angrily. "You're just trying to trick me."

"I'm going to bring up my sleeves," Reid said calmly. "I'm not going to try anything."

Reid brought up his sleeves carefully. The rest of the team was searching the large compound, he wanted them to find him but he didn't want them to shoot Eric. He brought out his arms to let Eric see his scars. "Eric, I did these after I got raped about a year ago. I got attacked in my apartment and kidnapped two days later. I got raped again but my team found me. I know the dark thoughts that come into your mind when you feel a part of you missing. The part that had all the innocence. I understand the pain you've gone through. I tried to cut out the pain but it didn't work. The only reason I'm here in front of you is because of my team. They save me from taking my life. There is another way than killing."

"Three of them hurt me but the rest watched," Eric cried. "They laughed and took pictures. I just wanted it to stop and I begged them. I begged them but they never did. I tried to run but they found me. It only happened twice to you. I lost count over the year they hurt me. They had to pay!"

"Killing them wasn't the answer, Eric. Killing them hasn't helped your pain or taken away the memories. That's what you thought it would do. By killing them, you thought it would fix everything but it didn't. I know it doesn't work because I did the same. I killed my rapist in self-defense but it didn't take away the dark memories or the nightmares. Killing them didn't make them pay for what they did to you. I wish I had not pulled the trigger in a way. I took away the threat of him coming after my family and myself but he got an easy way out."

"I thought it would h-help," Eric broke down, his arm lowering the gun. "I just wanted them to pay. I still feel them touching me and the nightmares still hurt. Everyone will think I did because I liked it but I didn't like killing them. I thought I would but I didn't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Eric brought the gun to his chin but Reid lunged forward and grabbed the gun. "NO! That isn't the answer!"

"I just want it to end," Eric argued. Reid pulled the gun away and threw it behind him. "They'll hurt me in prison. It wasn't supposed to be like this."

Eric collapsed into Reid's arms and continued to let it all out.

"Reid!" Morgan's voice came from around the corner.

"I'm here. Put your gun away. There isn't any danger," Reid yelled back. He held Eric and thought that this was what he had probably looked like when the team had comforted him. Morgan came around corner to see Reid comforting Eric.

"We'll get you help," Reid soothed. "It's okay. You're going to be okay."

Reid touched the bandage on his forehead and let out a small sigh. This was going to earn him months of Garcia worrying over him more than usual. He brought his jacket around his body and ignored the building headache. He had escaped a concussion but the doctor had warned him of having some bad headaches for the next few days. His discharge papers were in order. He walked out to find Morgan waiting for him.

"Where is the rest of the team?" Reid asked.

"They're back at the station finishing everything up. Hotch is talking with the lead detective and with Eric's lawyer to see if he can go into psychiatric care. He wouldn't survive prison and he's not in the right mental state."

"I know how that feels," Reid sighed sadly.

"We're talking about what happened and you know it," Morgan said. "Let's get to the car."

Morgan and Reid walked in silence down to the car before both sliding into their seats. "Okay, Reid. What the hell happened?"

"I talked him down," Reid shrugged. "What more do you need to know?"

"You saw yourself in him, didn't you? Kid, don't lie to me."

"Eric killed his abusers because he thought it would take away all the pain and stop all the disgust from growing inside of him. It didn't work. I know it doesn't work because when I killed Norton, I thought the same. I thought by shooting him, it would take away what he did. I was wrong. Eric isn't in the right mental state. He's scarred by over a year of abuse and depravity inflicted upon him. Morgan, he put the gun under his chin but I grabbed it. He's what I was a year ago. I had you and everyone in the team to stop me from killing myself. I had you all to bring me back from the darkness. He doesn't have that help. I grabbed the gun because he doesn't deserve to die. He deserves to get help and have some chance at one day having a life. I know Buford is dead now but you can't tell me that you wouldn't have killed him if you'd got the chance all that time ago."

Morgan gripped the steering wheel and stared at the other cars in the lot. "I don't want to talk about Buford and as my best friend and brother, you already know my answer."

"Morgan, I'm so much more focused and better since Norton hurt me but I'll always be haunted by what he did to me. I'm happy so don't worry but I can't pretend what Norton did to me didn't happen. If I can't get rid of what he did to me, I want to use it to connect with victims that need my help. I was able to empathize better after Tobias. I want to do the same now."

Reid noticed Morgan's eyes watering. "Morgan, what's wrong?"

"I never wanted to have this kind of conversation with you," Morgan said sadly as a lone tear came down his cheek. "I want to be strong but I have to tell you something. When I knew what had happened to you, I could barely breathe. I saw the Polaroid and I just jumped into the SUV. I could barely focus on driving. I kept picturing you all alone and in pain. When I got into your apartment and saw you on the floor with blood around your mouth, I thought you were dead."

Reid sniffed and wiped his eyes as he continued to listen.

"I remember putting my jacket over you in the hospital because I wanted to try to make you feel safe."

"I did feel safe in your jacket," Reid smiled sadly.

"It didn't keep you safe and neither did I," Morgan said shakily. "When you pushed us all away, I could barely sleep. I had nightmares about finding you in your bed because of an overdose. Please don't be angry at me for thinking that but I know how dark the mind becomes after being hurt in such a way. I didn't know what you might do. I never wanted you to be hurt that way. I-I just wanted to protect you but I couldn't. I know you're stronger now. I just struggle with the fact that we almost lost you. That I almost lost you. You've been a brother to me for over ten years and I just want to keep you safe. I almost died inside the day I had to wrestle that razor from you."

"I'm sorry," Reid said tearfully. "I wasn't in the right mind."

Morgan put his hand on Reid's shoulder. "It's okay, I know you were in dark place. Come here."

Morgan leaned over and brought Reid into a strong hug. Both of them had tears in their eyes. "Oh, kid. Ten years of being your big brother has made me soft," Morgan chuckled.

Reid let out a laugh and hugged Morgan back. As they came away from the hug, both of them were laughing with their tears now turned from sadness to joy.

Morgan looked to his alarm to see it was three in the morning. He pushed the covers away and made his way to Reid's room. Silently, he pushed open the door to see Reid asleep in bed. He stepped closer and frowned when he saw goosebumps on Reid's skin. Careful not to wake him, Morgan pulled up the duvet and covered Reid with it. "Sleep tight, kid."

A smile came to Morgan's face as he saw all the pictures on the bedside table. Pictures of Reid and himself along with pictures of Hazel and Henry as well as pictures of everyone else. He knew that Reid looked at the photos everyday as a support system.

"Don't worry," Morgan whispered before grabbing another blanket and placing it over Reid. "We're not going anywhere."

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