"...f-forty two..."

Spencer was in an incredible amount of pain. His back felt as though it was on fire from the whipping he was enduring. The lacerations on his back were dripping blood down to the floor making a large crimson puddle. Blood was running down his aching arms from the cuffs cutting into his wrists from his struggling. He felt incredibly weak, he just wanted it to stop. He wanted to sleep.

The whip cut into his back again, making his arch his back in pain. His voice was barely a squeak at this point. "...f-forty th-three..."

Suddenly, sirens could be heard in the distance. Spencer lifted his head slightly to see Hobbs running up the stairs. He let his head fall again, too weak to keep it up. After a moment, the man came storming back in, whip replaced with the knife.

He grabbed Spencer's hair and pulled his head up to look at him. "Well I think those sirens might be for me. I don't plan on going to jail, and I don't plan on letting them get you back either. Let's give them a good show..."

With that, the man started slicing the knife into the little boy's skin. His legs, his arms, and his stomach were all cut into. He placed a long gash right on his hairline, causing blood to cover his face and run into his eyes.

The man then placed the knife on the little boy's throat. Spencer let out a whimper and swallowed convulsively. Hobbs smiled an evil smile and quickly dragged the knife across his throat. Spencer thought he was going to die, but the knife didn't have enough pressure to kill him. It did however leave a gash across his neck, making it look as if his throat was slit.

Spencer let out a sob of relief when he realized he was still alive. The man smirked at this. "What? Did you think that would kill you? No… but I will soon."

Morgan and the team sped to the house where they believed Hobbs was holding Spencer. Their sirens were on and they were going double the speed limit. Morgan was terrified of the condition they would find Spencer in. Would he be okay? Would he even be alive?

When they got to the house, Hotch signaled for Rossi and Prentiss to go around back, while Morgan, JJ, and himself went to the front. Morgan didn't even wait for instruction before kicking down the door. "FBI!"

They were met with an empty room. They quickly made their way through the house and met back up with Rossi and Prentiss. They found a locked door, presumably to the basement. Morgan kicked down the door and the team entered.

What they found made them pause. A naked Spencer was dangling from the ceiling by his arms. He was covered in blood. Even his face was covered. He was clearly having trouble keeping his eyes open.

Standing next to the injured boy was Hobbs, holding a bloody knife. Morgan was absolutely ready to kill this bastard. "Colby Hobbs! Put down the knife!"

The evil man smirked, but made no move to put down the knife. "I don't think so..."

Without warning, Hobbs plunged the knife into Spencer's stomach. He was immediately hit with bullet after bullet from everyone's guns, except Morgan's. Morgan couldn't take his eyes off of Spencer.

Colby Hobbs was now lying dead on the floor. Morgan was frozen in place, but started moving when he heard a whimper of pain from Spencer.

He rushed forward and cupped Spencer's cheek. "Spencer! Spencer I'm here baby. I'm here. It's okay."

He simply got a whimper and a flutter of the boy's eyes. He grabbed the child around the waist and lifted him off the hook. Someone handed him the keys from Hobbs' body and he unlocked the cuffs. He carefully laid him on the ground and looked him over. He had a stab wound in the middle of his stomach, deep cuts all over his body, a slice across his neck, and his back was practically mutilated. He put pressure on the boy's stomach over the stab wound.

He looked to Spencer's face and saw that his eyes were closed. "Spencer. I need you to open your eyes. Spencer..."

The injured boy's eyes fluttered open and took a moment to focus. Once they did, they landed on Morgan's face. His mouth twitched upwards slightly into a smile. "d-daddy..."

Morgan started crying and he cupped his boy's face again. "Yes Spencer. I'm here. Now you need to keep your eyes open okay?"

His eyes fluttered, but it was clear that the boy was using all of his strength to keep them open. "I'm s-scared..."

"Baby don't be scared. You're going to be fine. You're going to be okay..."

"D-daddy, I-I love-" But his words were cut off when his mouth started filling with blood and he began to choke. His body bucked as he tried to get oxygen.

Morgan's eyes went wide and he turned Spencer to the side so he could breathe. "Where are the medics!"

Right as he said this, two paramedics came rushing into the basement. They kneeled down next to the boy and started working. Morgan stepped back just enough to be out of their way, but still close enough to be in Spencer's eyesight.

The paramedics moved the boy to a stretcher and took him out of the basement. Morgan followed closely and climbed into the ambulance after them.

As they moved to the hospital, Morgan held onto Spencer's hand and whispered reassurances. After a few minutes of driving, Spencer started to convulse and then went completely still, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and closing.

"He doesn't have a pulse!" Screamed one of the paramedics.

The other grabbed the defibrillator and rubbed them together. "Clear!"

Spencer's body stiffened and fell when they touched his chest, but there was no change. "Clear!"

Once again, no change. Morgan could barely see through his tears. "Spencer, come back. You have so much to live for. You're too smart and kind and amazing to die. I love you Spencer, please come back to me. I can't lose you..."

The paramedics rubbed the paddles together again. "Clear!"

His body stiffened again and fell back, but this time the paramedic smiled. "He's back."

Morgan let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Suddenly, the doors to the ambulance opened and Spencer was wheeled out. Morgan followed them as they made their way through the hospital until a nurse yelled at him. "Sir, you can't come back here. Wait in the waiting room."

He stopped and watched as his son was wheeled back into surgery.