Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you like this chapter. This chapter shows what direction Reid is going to take in his life after choosing not to return to the BAU. I have also put Lincoln's point of view in this chapter, he'll pop up till his execution. I'm starting a new fanfic on Monday and it will be a AU one with Reid as a teenager. I won't spoil too much but I just know it's going to come out great. Enjoy this chapter and I'd love to know what you think.

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Reid came down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Garcia gasped happily before coming forward and hugging him. She came away and gently straightened his new clothes. He had styled his hair and was wearing converse shoes, a pair of jeans, a blue shirt with black vest over it. He had to admit, he looked like his old self. He smiled as Garcia finished and stepped back. "Oh, Reid. You-" she began to say before hesitating.

"I look like I used to," he said. She smiled and nodded. "It feels strange. I haven't been dressed like this, well, since he kidnapped me from my apartment."

He looked down and took a deep breath. She came forward and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said quickly.

"Reid, tell me," she said gently.

"I love being in these clothes and I know that I'm getting better. It's just, remembering that night, is difficult. I walked into my apartment and he just pounced. In once second, his hand was over my mouth and his arm around my waist. I struggled when he took me to my room but he pinned me to the bed. He put tape over my mouth and then blindfolded me. Everything changed within moments. I went from being a normal person, in control of my life, to being someone else's toy. I was so scared, Garcia. He waited till it was dark and then took me to his car. I had no idea what he had planned for me."

"The next day, Morgan came over to your house. He found everything turned over. We knew something horrible had happened, we searched and searched for you. Every lead we followed went cold. We never stopped though and we missed you so much. We all love you and not knowing what happened to you, it broke our hearts. You're back now and the bastard who hurt you is going to die."

"Not any time soon," Reid said. "Death Row sentences are long. I know that IT has waived his right to appeal and isn't going to argue his sentence in court. Most sentences last years. I want to move on with my life and I am. It's just, I'll feel safer when he dies. I dreamed about him dying when he kept me captive."

"No matter how long he stays on death row, you can always know you're safe. We are here to keep you safe and he will never get out of there. I want you to focus on your life and your happiness."

Reid looked at her and smiled. "I will. I want to give you something."

He walked into the living room and took out a notebook from his bag. "This is a short story that I've done. I want you to read it."

"You've been writing short stories," she smiled as she looked from the notebook to his face.

"Among other things," he said. "I've done a lot of different writing. It allows me time to process things and it is very meditative. I'd love for you to read it. It's one I hope that you'll like."

"I'll read it tonight, I promise."

"What are you doing?!" his whore panicked as he carried him to the garage. He had to do this. He had to re-enact his dream, a dream that had made him want Spencer more."

He placed Spencer on the hood of his car and placed himself between his legs as he climbed on the hood. He stroked his hands over Spencer's body and kissed him. He ripped away his whore's trousers and unbuckled his belt. He prepared and then began. He relished the sounds coming from Spencer. He grabbed his head and pulled his hair causing Spencer to cry out. He buried himself in the young man's neck and neared the end. He yanked himself back when he felt a horrible pain on his shoulder. He came away from Spencer's neck and looked to see the young man had a bloody mouth. He reached to his shoulder and found bite marks, blood leaking from them down his chest.

Spencer stared at him with wide and pain filled eyes.

Grabbing Spencer's head, he smashed it back into the windscreen of the car. A crack noise filled the room. He looked down and saw his toy out cold and blood on the cracked windscreen. He continued his earlier business and grinned as he finished.

Lincoln reached his hand back and touched the bite mark. He felt the small indentations on his shoulder and smiled. "Good memories," he murmured to himself as he slipped his hand in his trousers.

Garcia finished the last page of the notebook, she grabbed a tissue and wiped her cheeks. She found the story elegant and beautiful. Stroking her hand over the pages, she treasured each word. The short story had begun with a man named Adam. His girlfriend had died during childbirth, leaving him with a son named Andy to raise. The story had shown each year of Andy's life till he reached adulthood. Andy had said goodbye to his father and gone to college where he graduated, even after the death of a dear friend. The ending showed Andy caring for his sick father and reading him his mother's favourite book, that his father had read to him as a child. A mother he had never known. The father had smiled as the words got read to him.

It was beautifully written and Garcia loved it.

He couldn't move as he laid in the monster's bed. His food had gotten drugged again. The monster laid next to him but was only touching him. He felt the monster stroke his nose. "I'm so happy that I took you. You never get old on me. I've had others in the past but none of them gave me what you give me."

The monster climbed on top of him and made him face him. "You are so expressive and you keep holding on. The rest of them, at the end, just laid there and took it. They became dead to me and dead to the world. You are escaping into your mind sometimes. I hate that and you know you deserve punishment for when you do it. You're still fighting me though and I just love it. You're like this because sometimes, I like you like this."

The monster laid on top of him and laid on his chest. "Listen to that heart, still so strong. I guess it's all the pleasure I give you that keeps it going. I do care for you, Spencer. I've never cared about a whore like this."

Arms swooped under him and picked him up into a bridal carry. Reid could only lay limp in his arms as he got carried out. Moments later, he found himself on the bathroom floor. The monster began to run a hot bath. Reid found his clothes removed before being lowered into the bath. The monster climbed in too and sat behind him.

"Isn't this nice?" the monster said before kissing down Reid's neck.

Morgan was in the kitchen when he heard a hard banging noise from outside the kitchen. A small moan followed. He dropped his spoon and rushed out of the room to find Reid on the floor near the stairs.

"Ow!" Reid groaned.

"Reid, are you okay?" Morgan asked as he came over and helped Reid get up.

"I fell down the stairs," Reid moaned. "I lost my balance. I'm okay but I think I might have a few bruises later."

"Don't scare me like that," Morgan shook his head.

Morgan answered the door as a knock came. He opened it to see Garcia. She walked in and went straight to Reid. "Did you fall?"

"I'm fine," Reid said. "I think I had a flashback coming down the stairs and I lost my balance. Don't worry."

Garcia held up the notebook. He looked at it. "You read it?" he asked.

"It's beautiful. There are so many emotions and you've written it so wonderfully. I couldn't put it down. I was crying at the end and I loved Andy by the end. Oh, Reid, you're an amazing writer. You have to get this published."

"What is this?" Morgan asked as he took the notebook.

"It's a short story," Reid said nervously. "I've done a lot of short stories and other pieces. It helps keep me calm and I find it helps with all the worries I have."

"Can I read it?"

Garcia gave Reid a reassuring nod. "Reid, let him."

"Just don't make fun," Reid agreed.

"I won't," Morgan smiled.

"Do you have anything else?" Garcia asked, craving more of Reid's imagination. "I know you do. You've been a non stop writing machine since you started writing."

"They're upstairs," he relented.

Garcia took his hand and practically dragged him back up the stairs and into his bedroom. He walked over to his wardrobe and pulled a large box from the shelf. He put it on the bed and began to lay all the notebooks out. His leather journal was kept on his bedside table. It had more personal writing in.

"You can pick one to take home. Some stories filled two notebooks."

"Recommend one for me."

Reid picked up two notebooks and handed them to her. "This one is more of a sci-fi, I let my head get away with this one. You'll like it though."

"I bet, I will."

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