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Spencer walked around the kitchen. Two months had passed since he'd been drugged. Eric had confessed to trying to drug Maeve after Morgan had stepped into the room and had words with him. He had intended to drug her and hurt her. He hated Eric and knew that if he ever saw him in his life, he'd kill him with his bare hands. He knew Eric would get punished and he hoped he paid dearly. He was cooking dinner for Jack as their dad was out with the team on a case. He'd wanted Maeve to join them but her parents were taking her to a lecture on genetics. She had looked forward to it for months and he had given her a book for the journey.

He stirred the stir fry and added some sauce. Rossi had taught him how to cook all kinds of things. Italian and other dishes that were masterpieces and desserts that made even Emily smile and lick her lips. He was cooking stir fry as it was easy and quick. He plated up the food and brought it to the table. "Here you go, Jack."

"This looks good," Jack smiled. "I need your help with something."

"What do you need help with?" he asked.

"I was going to wear my blue jacket on the field trip tomorrow but it's ripped on the shoulder. Could you fix it?"

"Sure," Spencer said before taking a bite of his food. "You just love exploiting the fact I can sew. Do you want a drink?"

"Yes, please," Jack nodded. Spencer was getting some drinks when a knock came at the door. "I'll get it, Spencer."

Spencer watched his little brother go out and open the door. He made his way to the door when Jack called and said it was for him. He froze for a moment when he saw who was at the door. He rushed forward and slammed the door. Pulling across the bolts and turning the lock, he struggled to stay calm.

"Spencer?" Jack said with concern. He didn't answer Jack. Instead, he ran around the house making sure all the doors and windows got locked. Coming back, he took Jack's hand and rushed him up the stairs to his room.

"Jack, stay here and lock the door. Don't come out till I come and get you. I want you to take my phone and call the police. Tell them that we're in danger. Just don't come out till I come get you."

"What's wrong?" Jack asked. "Is he going to hurt us?"

Spencer hugged Jack and shook his head. "No, I won't let him hurt you. Never will I let him hurt you."

"I don't want to leave you alone if he's going to hurt you," Jack said as he grabbed Spencer's arm.

"Call the police," Spencer asked him. "I'll be fine."

Spencer came away and closed the door. He listened as Jack locked it. He rushed down the stairs and the man was still outside his house. "Get away from my house."

"You're my nephew," Ben smiled at him through the small window next to the door. "I have a right to come and see you."

"You're supposed to be in prison. How are you out?!"

"You never testified against me in court. All they had were statements. It took a while but my sentence got reduced and charges got dropped due to lack of evidence. I've done my time."

"I called the police," Spencer said shakily. "They'll be here soon."

"I want to speak with you, my little nephew. We have things to discuss, mainly about you telling on me and telling them I hurt you. You know you deserved it."

"I was thirteen, you sick bastard. You're not my uncle. You're just a nightmare from my past. Now, get the hell away from my house!"

"Fine, I'll go," Ben smiled. "I'll see you soon though. We have so much to catch up on. You can't hide forever."

He watched as Ben made his way down the path, lighting a cigarette and smiling. Once Ben was out of view, he slid down the wall and broke down. He pulled the knife hidden in his jeans, that he had grabbed when locking the back door. He grabbed his head as moments of his horrible past came forward.


He cried as his uncle crept into his room and slid under the cover. "Just relax, Spencer. It'll be good.'


"I brought you into this world, I'll damn well take you out of it if I want to!" William screamed before hitting him with the rolling-pin. He curled into a ball to try escape the pain.


"Oh, so good Spencer. Just keep going."


"AHHHH!" he yelled before hitting his fist against the wooden floor. "NO! NO! That's not me anymore. I'm strong, I'm not weak."

"Spencer," Jack's voice came from the top of the stairs. He looked up and saw Jack coming down the stairs. "I called the police. They're coming. I know you told me to stay in my room but I heard you scream."

He ran down the stairs and sat next to Spencer. He put his arms around his brother. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not."

"I'll protect you, Spencer. I won't let him hurt you," Jack said as he stroked his brother's hair. "Please, don't be scared."


Hotch looked forward to seeing his children as the jet made its way back to Virginia. He jumped when the laptop came to life. "Hotch," Garcia called as she came up on the screen.

"Garcia, what is it?"

"Ben Reid came to your house and spoke with Spencer. Jack and him are both safe, Spencer locked all the doors and he put Jack in his room till it was safe. They called the police. The police cautioned Ben Reid to stay away. They can't do much unless he tries to hurt them."

"How the hell is he out?!" Hotch snapped.

"I looked into it. His sentence got reduced due to lack of evidence about Spencer's abuse, he launched an appeal based on it. I'm going over there now to help Will. He went over with Henry to keep them safe till you came home."

"Is Spencer okay? Is Jack okay?"

"They're fine. Spencer is very shaken but he hasn't been harmed. I have to go and look after them. I'll see you soon."


Hotch rushed through the door and found Spencer asleep on the couch, his head on a pillow that was on Jack's lap. Jack was stroking Spencer's hair and looked upset. He came over and knelt in front of them. "Are you okay?" he said quietly to Jack.

"No," Jack whispered. "He's upset and I don't know how to make him feel better. He was really scared of the man who came to the door."

"The man who came to the door is a very bad man and if you see him again, out on the street or anywhere, you run away from him and you go to the nearest safest place. That man is Spencer's biological uncle. He hurt Spencer a long time ago and it's important that he doesn't hurt him again."

"What did he do, dad?"

"Something you're not ready to understand yet. When you're older and if Spencer chooses to, he can tell you but just know your brother is very afraid of this man. I'm not going to rest till this man is back in prison, where he can't hurt Spencer or you. Till I say, you don't go out alone, even at school. You stay in a group and you don't leave this house without one of the team or me. Do you understand me?"

"I understand," Jack nodded. "Dad, he was crying and screaming when I came to the stairs. I tried to calm him down and so did the police but it didn't work. I didn't save mom and now I can't save Spencer."

"Hey," Hotch said, shaking his head. "What happened to your mother is not your fault. It never has been. We aren't going to lose Spencer. I'm going to sort this all out, I promise you that."


Hotch made his way up the stairs with a glass of milk for Spencer. Morgan had come over earlier and carried the seventeen year old to bed. He opened the door and found himself surprised at what he walked in on. Spencer put the knife back on the bedside table. Hotch walked over and brought it into his hand. "Why do you have this?"

"Why do you think?" Spencer snapped before brushing his hand through his hair.

"You're not keeping this," Hotch said as he closed the door. Spencer got off his bed and walked to the other side of the room.

"Don't presume to know how I feel. He came here and you don't know what he could have done."

"You aren't weak," Hotch sighed. "I'm going to sort this out. I don't know how he won the appeal but I'm going to find out. I'll find a way to fix this."

"I'm sick of this," Reid's voice shook. "I thought I could live a normal life. He's not going to stop till he gets what he came for. If he comes for me, I'll kill him. I will never let him hurt me again. I can't go through it again. Maeve and I have finally got to the place where I can be with her fully and not freak out. I won't let him taint that. I'm not going to listen as he creeps in my room and gets under my covers. I won't stay quiet so mommy doesn't hear!"

Hotch noticed Spencer's behaviour and knew that all the therapy he'd gone through was starting to unravel. Spencer came over and grabbed Hotch's arms. "Don't you dare let him get Jack or me."

He took Spencer's arms and looked into his eyes. "He's not going to get to either of you. I promise. Don't let him win. Don't let him unravel all your hard work."

"I'm scared," Spencer admitted.

"I know you are. It's okay for you to be scared. I'll keep you safe, just keep that in your head. Don't let him win."

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