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Reid pressed his foot on the accelerator to get ahead of the SUV. He sharply turned the wheel and hit the hand brake. The car skidded and faced the opposite direction, he hit the gas again and travelled down the highway. The SUV was beginning to disappear as it attempted to turn quickly and chase after him. Reid dodged a few cars before he got off the highway and began to weave his way through the streets of the city.

"He just doesn't give up," Reid growled angrily as he saw the SUV racing through traffic.

"Spence, we can't get caught," Dante said as he pressed down on Jake's leg to slow the bleeding. "Can you ditch them?"

"Absolutely," Reid nodded. He raced ahead, knowing the engine in the car, a modified engine he had built himself, would easily outrun the SUV. He just needed to shake them and get back to base. "Hold on, guys! This is gonna get interesting."

Tom walked into the room and picked up the empty tray and empty plate. He was about to pick up the tray when he heard Garcia move behind him. She stayed in the corner of the bed, looking at him fearfully. He looked at her. "None of us are going to hurt you. You don't have to be afraid of us."

"You turned my best friend into a psycho," Garcia snapped angrily. "He shot the man that he once thought of as a big brother because of what you and your friends have done to him."

"He was lost and we helped him find some stability. We watched him before we first introduced ourselves. He never stayed in one place for more than a few days, he never seemed to leave his motel room except to go to a bar. He was a wreck. I left some mathematical problems that were the key to something. I couldn't figure them out. I go to the bathroom and when I come back, Spencer said good luck with your assignment and had completed them. He has a gift and a brilliant mind. We helped him find some stability and we gave him what he wanted. What he deserved. He got his revenge. Deep down, Miss Garcia, you cannot tell me that he didn't deserve to get revenge on Jason and the others after what they did to him."

Garcia couldn't that answer that question. She couldn't help but agree with the man in front of her when it came to Jason Mordo. She had gathered the courage up after Reid's attack and watched the video. She didn't sleep for days after watching it. She remembered seeing her friend crying and being subjected to unimaginable pain. The lost look in Reid's eyes as they dragged him out of the room after the rape. "Did he kill them himself?" she asked quietly.

"Do you really want to know?"

She nodded.

"He killed Jason Mordo but Jake took care of the others. Spencer stabbed him repeatedly and I don't blame him for doing it. Jason laughed at him and taunted him about the rape. He laughed and asked if Spencer wanted another round of pleasure. Spencer grabbed a knife and just kept stabbing until he broke down into tears. We helped him get through what happened to him and we gave him structure. When we found him, he was on the verge of drinking himself to death."

"He could have stayed with us!" Garcia said angrily. "We would have helped him. We would have helped him rebuild his life."

"He felt betrayed by your team," Tommy said. "He couldn't be around them anymore. The only person he doesn't feel anger at is you. The only reason you are here is because you are the only one that could find us. We are good at keeping our tracks hidden but by what he has told us, you are a goddess on a computer."

"Goddess?" Garcia questioned.

"His words," Tommy smiled. "Look, I just wanted to try to make you understand that you are safe here and that after we're finished, you will go home safe. I think of the three guys as my brothers. We don't hurt good people. We make sure the bad kind of people get what is coming to them."

"Has he killed others?" Garcia asked.

"Yes, but only to protect people. To protect us. He isn't a cold killer. Think about where he shot your friend. Yes, he is angry at your team and yes, given a chance, he would deal some pain to some of them. Where did he shoot your friend again?"

"In the vest."

"Trust me," Tommy said. "Jake gave him some expert gun training. He knows where to shoot to kill."

"He has changed so much though," Garcia said sadly. "He was such a sweet man before he got hurt. He watched doctor who and he went to conventions with me. He was good and now he is just full of anger and he isn't the same. For the last two years, I've felt worry. Worry that he would end up dead because we failed to protect him. He always seemed to attract danger."

A soft beeping noise came from outside. Tommy made his way to the door. He turned around quickly. "I want you to understand something. This job we are about to do, is personal to Spencer. We are going to hit the wallet of the guy that hired Jason Mordo and his team. He gave the order for Reid's kidnap and rape. Just think about that. You might even want to help us."

Tommy walked out of the room and locked the door behind him. He raced outside and watched as Reid put the car into the garage section. Rushing out of the car, Reid grabbed Jake from the backseat and helped him limp into the building. Tommy quickly ran and got the medical supplies that they always kept stocked. He passed them to his friend.

Reid took the supplies and quickly opened the kit. He had studied the human anatomy and after a few close calls with his new family getting injured, he had decided to update his skills. He had learned how to treat bad wounds from a friend of Jake. He had lost the SUV quickly in the city. He had used his eidetic memory to his advantage and used back streets and car parks to help him get out of the city without detection. He took the belt off and cut the trouser leg open. He quickly went to work and removed the bullet. Jake was pale and had lost a lot of blood. Reid inspected the gunshot wound and knew that their was no major damage. He cleaned out the wound. Jake let out a cry of pain. "I'm sorry, I have to clean it."

Reid sat down and watched as the blood went into the bag. Dante and Tommy had gone out for some more medical supplies, antibiotics and some pain medication. They would try get some blood but he knew that wasn't a realistic possibility. He was the same blood type as Jake and was filling a bag now to help his friend. He looked down at the bag and let his mind wander. He let it wander to Jason.

Reid froze as the three men lead him into the room. Tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth was Jason Mordo. The man who had taken away his innocence and almost ended his life. Jason looked up at him and Reid saw the smile in his eyes. Stepping back, Reid found a hand on his back. Jake looked at him.

"Spencer, we brought him here to let you have your revenge. To get justice for what he did to you," Jake said. Dante walked over to Jason and pulled the gag out of his mouth. Reid flinched as Dante delivered a brutal punch to Jason's face.

"Where are the others?" Reid asked.

"I'll deal with them. Do what you want with Jason," Jake nodded.

"So I'm here because of you, little Spencer," Jason laughed before spitting some blood on the floor. "Want another round?"

Gagging, Reid turned around and vomited on the floor. He coughed and hit away the hand that tried to help him. He wiped his mouth with his shaking hand and stood up. He looked back to Jason with wide eyes. "You raped me. You ruined my life."

"Oh, Spencer," Jason smiled. "You can't tell me that you didn't enjoy. I remember that your dick responded to the fun."

"STOP IT!" he screamed at him. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD! Stop it! I screamed into your hand as it stopped my pleas for you to stop. You never stopped. No matter what you did. YOU NEVER STOPPED!"

"Do you remember what it felt like when I finished? The pleasure I got from you. I rode you to the end. I remember our time together, fondly. You never stopped crying and you constantly squirmed. You were just perfect. You was supposed to be this strong FBI agent but when I was fucking you, you were my little whore. Weak and at my mercy. You enjoyed it, you loved it and you know you want another ride."

Walking closer to Jason, he felt the anger build with each step. He stood in front of him.

"I hate you," Reid said angrily through gritted teeth. "You walked away from hurting me and you have hurt others."

"Yes, I did," Dante said before closing his eyes and licking his lips. "It was divine to hurt those other people. Most of all, the best thing was hurting you. I know what you lost that night. You had never been with anyone. Female or male. I love that for the rest of your life, when you finally find love, you'll remember me and you will feel me again."

Reid grabbed a knife from Dante's belt and plunged it into Jason's heart. He kicked Jason and the chair fell backwards. He straddled Jason and plunged the knife into him over and over. Blood spilling everywhere, covering his hands and some hitting his face.

"You. Never. Stopped," Reid screamed, stabbing with each word. He stopped when he saw blood covering the floor and his hands. He dropped the knife and began to cry hysterically. He didn't stop the two hands that helped guide him away from the body and put him on the floor. He didn't even stop the arms that came around him and tried to help soothe him. He cried and his body shook violently. "He never stopped," he whispered as he cried.

"It's okay. He can't hurt you again. It's over," Jake soothed.

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