Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Slight change in plan, the new fanfic will be up tomorrow. I'm almost finished but I overslept way too much today and time has been a bit short. Sorry about that.

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Reid opened his eyes slowly. He felt confusion as he found himself looking up at a red ceiling. He looked to his arm as he felt something drip onto it, his eyes focused on the small drop of blood travelling down his arm. The blood hit a small strap around his wrist. Reid panicked as he tried to move his arms and legs. He was strapped down onto a bed. He struggled violently as he realised more blood continued to drop from the ceiling. He began to struggle violently.

"You should know by now that struggling will do you no good," a voice laughed from behind him. Reid shook with fear as he watched Ross and Abraham into his view. Ross smiled at him while Abraham prepped a few needles.

"You are in prison! Both of you are in prison! You can't be here," Reid screamed as he tugged against his straps. He cringed as Ross placed a hand onto his neck and used one finger to stroke down his throat.

"We are right here. Just eager to finish you off," Abraham smiled before bringing a needle to Reid's arm. He slipped the needle in but didn't push the plunger. "How much do you want the special stuff in this syringe? We know how much you have been craving. We could end your life with a high, you would barely feel anything. Everyone will be free of you. You think you are getting better. Stop fooling yourself."

"I am getting better," Reid growled angrily. "I'm doing well and you can't hurt me anymore. You are both going to rot in prison for the rest of your life. I'm healing while you are rotting."

"Your mind obviously thinks different," Ross chuckled before slapping him around the face. Reid winced as he felt a hand pull his head up by his hair. "Look, Spencer."

Reid opened his eyes to see another version of himself sitting against the wall, drool coming down his lip. A lost look in his eyes. He felt sick as he watched Abraham walk over to the broken and empty Reid. Abraham brought a knife out and stabbed it into the broken Reid's shoulder. There was no scream, no reaction at all. Abraham laughed as he pulled out the knife and faced Reid.

"This was supposed to be you and trust me, it still might be. As long as we are alive, you'll always fear us coming out of the shadows to hurt you again. You think your friends can protect you. Maybe, may be not," Abraham smiled. Ross slammed Reid's head back into the bed. Reid closed his eyes and tried to control the fear in his heart. Reid opened his eyes and was shocked when he saw Morgan standing at the side of him.

"Reid, wake up!" Morgan shouted

Reid gasped as his eyes shot open. A strong pain filled his head as he moved his body. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Harper looking down at him with concern.

"Spencer, don't move. You hit your head when you fell out of bed. Are you okay?" Harper asked as she pressed a piece of gauze to Reid's forehead. He groaned at the pressure but took a deep breath to try and calm himself.

"Was I having a nightmare?" Reid asked before another nurse came into the room. Harper and the other nurse helped him get to his feet, he swayed slightly but Harper steadied him.

"Yes, you were. A violent nightmare, I can tell you that. You were screaming. We rushed in to find that you had fallen out of bed and hit the cabinet next to your bed. We are just going to take you to another room and stitch the cut on your head. How do you feel?" she asked.

"A little dizzy but I'm okay," Reid said quietly.

Fifteen minutes later

Reid focused on Harper as she stitched up the cut on his forehead. He had to admit that Harper was very good at the stitching. She smiled down at him as she finished the last stitch before placing a small white bandage on his forehead.

"Thank you," Reid said as he watched step away from him. "You are very good at stitching."
"Thank you, Spencer," Harper smiled before she took a seat next to him. "Spencer, I need to talk to you about your nightmares. You've had one every night since coming here. Were your nightmares this bad before you came here?"

"They didn't happen every night," Reid said gently. "I can't control what my mind does when I am asleep. I wish I could but I can't. When I'm awake, I can maintain some sort of control over what comes into my mind. I can't always stop myself from repeating words or losing control of my emotions but I'm trying to make that better. All I see in my nightmares is what could have been. The people that tortured me still torture me in my dreams."

"Spencer, have you been writing in your journal?" Harper asked.

"Not really, there isn't much to write. I still going through my treatment."

"Spencer, I want you to write down your nightmares. I want you to write what you think they mean. Just remember that the people that hurt you can't hurt you anymore. You are safe. The two most important things you can do while recovering are things you need to do. First, you need to talk about what happened and talk about how you can move on. The second is to listen and absorb what you are being told," Harper explained. "Spencer, I need to ask you. Are you still up for your supervised visit tomorrow?"

"I still want to go and visit my friends," Reid said. He couldn't wait to see them. It wasn't the same talking to them on a webcam or over the phone.
He needed to see them properly. They had only just got back from their recent case. He was going to see them at the BAU.

"Okay, I just need to know," Harper smiled before jumping off bed. "I'll be the nurse supervising you tomorrow. I hope that is okay."

"That's great," Reid smiled.

Monday

Garcia waited impatiently for Reid to walk into the bullpen, she couldn't wait to see him. She had baked an assortment of things for Reid. She watched as the rest of the team kept looking at the elevator doors. Morgan came and stood by her side. He gave her a small smile before handing her a cup of coffee. Garcia took the coffee, took a sip and placed it on the table.

"I can't wait to see him," Garcia said nervously. "I hope he is okay in that place."

"Garcia, he is fine. We have to trust in his decisions if he had any chance of living normally again," Morgan said before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Garcia looked to elevators, her face brightened as she watched Reid walk out of the elevator with a young women that Garcia recognised as a nurse. Reid walked into the bullpen causing the entire team to rise from their chairs. Hotch and Rossi appeared from their offices. Garcia walked over to Reid and quickly wrapped her arms around him and squeezed gently.

"It is so good to see you," Garcia giggled gently. She came away from the hug. She frowned when she saw something white under Reid's fringe. Brushing his hair from his forehead, she found a bandage on his forehead. "Reid, what happened?"

The rest of the team noticed the bandage and surged forward.

"What happened to him?" Hotch demanded as he faced Harper.

"Hotch, don't growl at her like that," Reid said defensively. "I had a nightmare and fell out of my bed. I hit my head. Harper stitched my head and helped me. Please treat her with respect."

Hotch looked at Reid with surprise for a moment before looking back to Harper. "I'm sorry for being so rude."

"It's fine," Harper assured Hotch. "Spencer has made great progress at the centre. He can only stay for an hour for his first visit. He's got an appointment later today."

The team understood Harper's words and felt saddened as they only had an hour. Garcia looked at Reid's clothing.

"Reid, you look so smart," Garcia smiled.

"Harper picked it out," Reid answered quickly. Garcia turned to face Harper and held out her hand.

"I'm Penelope Garcia, it's nice to meet you."

Harper took Garcia's hand and shook it. "I'm Harper Ray, it's nice to meet you too. I'll sit and wait while you speak with Spencer. As long as I can see him, he is fine. I'm responsible for him while he is on the visit."

"I'd like to talk about some things with you, if you don't mind," Hotch asked. "We can speak in my office, you will still be able to see Reid."

"Okay," Harper agreed before turning to the team. "Please call me if he needs any help. See you in an hour, Spencer."

Reid watched as Harper walked up the stairs and into Hotch's office. He turned back to Garcia and the team.

"She's very nice," Garcia grinned. Reid was confused for a moment before he understood the meaning behind Garcia's words.

"Garcia, she is just my nurse."

"Really?" Morgan questioned. "You seem very protective of her."

Reid rolled his eyes before letting out a small smile.

"Reid, don't roll your eyes at us," Morgan chuckled. "It's good to see you, pretty boy. Come on, let's sit down and talk."

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