I apologize its many months late but both me and my beta have been super busy. I hope you're still around and you like this chapter.

Chapter 36: Talk

The next morning Derek was actually glad it was a weekend. He fully intended to talk to Spencer about his dream. Heading out of the bedroom, Derek walked toward the guest room when he found Spencer sitting at the table.

"Morning," Spencer said keeping his eyes on his plate. "I, uh, made breakfast."

Derek made himself a plate and sat down across from Spencer. The two finished their breakfast in silence. Spencer never once looked up from his plate and when he was done, he jumped up from the table, took his plate to the sink, and bolted out of the kitchen. Derek sighed. He finished his breakfast and washed out his plate.

"Spencer? We need to talk," he said entering the living room.

Spencer put down the book that he was currently reading and stared at his hands. When Derek sat down, he shifted away from him putting a lot of space in between them.

"Spence-"

"I'm sorry!"

Derek frowned, "For what? You don't even know what I was about to say."

Spencer just shrugged, "Still, I'm sorry."

Derek shook his head, "Spencer, that's not good enough. I need to know why."

Spencer gave Derek a brief glance before looking back down at his hands, "Why what?"

"Look at me Spencer."

Spencer slowly eased his face to look at Derek.

"I need to know why you won't let me touch you, why you won't talk to me, why you don't want to be in the same room with me, basically why you're so withdrawn from me. And most importantly, why you would think I would hurt you."

Spencer shook his head, "I'm not-"

"Baby, you dreamt of me hurting you last night. I need to know why you would think I would hurt you."

Spencer shook his head as his eyes filled with tears, "its not-"

He was cut off by the phone suddenly ringing. Derek sighed and picked it up, "Hello?"

"Bad timing, I'm guessing?"

"Yes."

"Sorry but we've got a really bad case."

Derek sighed for the millionth time that morning, "We'll be right there."

Derek hung up the phone and turned to Spencer, "We're going to finish this later, but right now there's a case and JJ says it's pretty bad."

Spencer nodded, "I'll go get dressed."

{~CM~}

"Five men dead in less than a week in Batavia, New York," JJ began. She pulled up the pictures. "Harrison Dandridge, 24; James Trent, 33; Michael Sawyer, 33; Yarimal Lara, 28; and Kenny Fox, 30 were all found dead in their homes each one day after the other."

"That's bold," Prentiss commented opening up the file. "Oh gross!"

JJ nodded, "Each with their genitalia cut off."

Prentiss noticed how all the men cringed at horror, "So they just bled to death? I mean can you bleed to death from having your dick cut off?" Morgan asked.

Reid nodded, "Yes. It takes 10 to 15 minutes for a person to bleed to death when a part of their body has been cut off," he spoke quietly.

"Perfect," Morgan muttered.

Hotch stood, "Garcia, see if there were any unsolved cases like this going back at least 10 years and also see if you can find a link between our victims. The rest of you wheels up in 15 we'll finish discussing this on the jet."

The team left the conference room, Garcia heading to her office and the rest of the team grabbing their go bags and heading out the door. Morgan glanced at his lover who was far ahead of him and sighed.

"Morgan, what is going on with you two?" Rossi asked.

"Long story, Rossi and one we don't have time for."

Rossi just nodded as they headed down to the parking lot. Morgan climbed into the car and drove them to the airstrip. Reid was practically hugging the door trying to get as much space between him and Morgan as possible. Morgan wanted to pick up their conversation from this morning but he knew they didn't have time now and it would be pretty hard during the case.

Once they reached the airstrip and Morgan parked the car, Reid bolted out of the car and straight on the jet. Morgan frowned and leaned against the door for a minute wiping his face. He locked the car and then headed on the jet. He already knew that Reid would freak out if he sat next to him so he chose one of the seats by the window that wasn't too near his boyfriend but also not too far neither.

"Okay, so we have five men with their genitals removed," Hotch explained. "What does that tell us?"

"That this unsub hates dicks. Man these men were butchered and left to bleed to death," Morgan said shaking his head. "There seems to be no clear pattern between them, I mean you have all different races, ages and backgrounds."

"Removal of the genitalia seems to be the only means of torture. It's like the unsub just cut off the penises and just left," Prentiss commented.

"How goes it my knights in shining armor?" Garcia smiled as she popped on screen.

"Hey Garcia, what have you got for me?" Hotch said.

"Well I'm afraid not much boss man. There haven't been any open cases like this in the past ten years so I decided to try and expand that hoping I'd come up with something and nada. But as for our victims, the only thing so far that they all have in common is that they were all jailbirds."

"All of them?" JJ asked.

"Yup, all of them. They had been paroled and all of them pretty much kept up with their parole officers, although Kenny was murdered the day before his next meeting with his parole officer."

"What were in jail for?" Rossi asked.

"They were all in jail for a bunch of different and petty crimes," Garcia said typing away. "Hold the phone! I think we're in business."

"What is it baby girl?"

"All of our victims were in jail for rape, attempted rape, please any kind of rape, you name it."

"Now that's interesting," Morgan frowned.

"So this unsub is attacking men who were in jail for rape but had been paroled?" JJ said.

"Seems like," Hotch said.

Everyone looked toward Reid who was sleep on the couch sleep. He was whimpering and all Morgan could think about was that he wasn't having another nightmare.

"No, please! Derek, please stop. Please don't hurt me."

The team looked at Morgan and Morgan shrugged. JJ frowned, "What did you do to him?!"

"Nothing."

Morgan went over to Reid and shook him, "Spencer, wake up. Come on baby, wake up for me please."

It took Morgan a few tries in order to get Reid to wake up. When he did he scooted far away from Morgan as he could.

"S-sorry."

Morgan just bit his lip and returned to his seat.

{~CM~}

They were greeted by Pamela Sharif, the lead detective on the case. She showed them where they could set up and shook her head.

"I don't know what to tell you, I've never seen anything like this before. It's like someone clearly had it out for these guys."

Morgan shook his head, "Not necessarily."

Sharif shook her head, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that the unsub or unknown subject might not have been after these guys specifically but targeted these guys because they remind him of someone."

"So this person's killed five men because they remind him of someone else?" Sharif asked.

JJ nodded, "That's exactly right."

Sharif blew out a breath, "That's insane."

"Detective, I'd like to send two of my agents to meet with the Medical Examiner and another two to latest crime scene, if you will?" Hotch asked.

"Of course, let me grab some officers to take them."

Hotch turned to his agents, "So Rossi and Reid, I want you two to check out the latest crime scene and Morgan, you and I will head to the medical Examiner."

Sharif came back with a couple officers that took the agents to their destinations. JJ looked at Prentiss.

"You think they did this on purpose?"

Prentiss shook her head chuckling, "Not really."

The two women did their best to start working on the case from their position.

{~CM~}

Reid and Rossi approached the latest crime scene. The house had been rented by James Trent and Michael Sawyer.

"You know if anything, I'd say Morgan was here. This door was kicked completely off its hinges," Rossi noted.

Reid gave a weak chuckle as he entered the house and began to look around. He frowned.

"So, James was killed here on the couch while Michael was killed in his bed. This means that the unsub came into the house, chopped off James' penis on the couch and then while he was waiting for James to bleed to death, he went into Michael's room."

Rossi noted Reid's face, "What is it?"

Reid shook his head, "It would've taken at least a good 15-20 minutes for the unsub to undress James and then to chop off the penis, wouldn't that have been enough time for Michael to call the cops? Unless… maybe, he didn't hear anything."

"We can probably assume that Michael was too immersed in whatever he was doing that he didn't hear anything. But what I don't understand is why not kill them both together?"

Reid shrugged. Rossi cleared his throat and then turned to Reid.

"Alright Reid, what's going on with you and Morgan?"

{~CM~}

"So none of them had any type of defensive wounds?" Morgan asked.

"That's what I said," The ME said. "It's as if they were given some type of muscle relaxant which made it easier for our killer to easily undress them and then chop off their genitalia."

Hotch shook his head, "Thanks."

The ME nodded and the two headed out of the office before Hotch turned to Morgan.

"What's going on with you and Reid?"

"Nothing Hotch."

"Nothing? Morgan, he's afraid of you! What did you do to him?"

"Why does everyone always assume I did something to him?! I didn't do anything!"

{~CM~}

"N-nothing Rossi."

"Yeah, right, you're dreaming about him hurting you, you guys barely talk to each other let alone sit together. Reid, what happened?"

"It's not Derek's fault. It's not him I'm really dreaming about."

Rossi leaned against the door, "Then who do you dream about?"

Reid looked down at his feet and sighed, "When Derek and I headed to Chicago for Christmas…well long story short, I met his cousin Treyvon, who seemed like a nice kid, just not really comfortable with finding out his cousin was gay or-"

"Reid."

"Sorry. So anyway, Treyvon kidnapped me and raped me for nine days," Reid wasn't sure what possessed him to tell Rossi all of this but he seemed easy to talk to about everything that had happened.

{~CM~}

"Why the hell didn't you call us Morgan? You know we would've helped!" Hotch said angrily.

Morgan shrugged, "I just didn't want to ruin everyone's vacation. I mean this was the first vacation we've had in a long time. Besides, I thought I could deal with it on my own."

"What the hell is the matter with you? We're a family and family looks out for one another. You should've called no matter how much you thought it would've messed our vacation."

Morgan sighed and slumped. Hotch frowned.

"Why does he think you're going to hurt him?"

"I don't know, I think it has something to do with my cousin, but I don't know."

{~CM~}

"Have you told Morgan this?" Rossi asked.

Reid shook his head, "I was trying to this morning but then we got called in."

"You need to tell him, Reid. He needs to understand how you're feeling. Remember, Morgan loves you."

Reid nodded, "I know. I'm just scared."

Rossi led Reid out of the house shaking his head, "Don't be."

TBC...