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Spencer couldn't stop crying as he clutched his head. He was used to his father's abuse and anger but this woman scared him because of her delusion that he was her son. He just wanted his mother to pick him up and hold him. Her voice always made him feel safe and made his young life more bearable when dealing with his father hitting and shouting at him. He only had one mommy and knew she was missing him. Even in the dark, the small cut to his head made itself known. Slowly, he felt the blood rolling down his forehead and into his eye. Spencer laid on the ground and clung to the small sliver of light that leaked through the small gap between the floor and the cupboard door. The dark was a horrible monster to him and his father happily fed him to the monster each time when he thought that he had done something wrong.

He heard voices coming from outside the cupboard door. He recognised them as the voices of the other boys. The woman that had kidnapped them all spoke to them sweetly and the smell of food began to flow into the cupboard. His small stomach began to rumble but he ignored it. It wasn't the first time he had felt hunger and this wasn't the worst hunger he had ever felt.

Rage overcame his small heart as he heard each of them say thank you to her and call her mommy. He hit his small fists against the door. "She's not your mommy!" he screamed. "She'll never be my mommy!"

Morgan looked down at the bear as he entered into the police station where the team had set themselves up. He joined the rest of them and put the bear on the table.

"What's with the bear?" Emily asked.

"There is definitely abuse going on in the Reid household but I don't think the mother is hurting her son. It's the father, William, dishing out the abuse. The bear belongs to Spencer and I thought it might help when we find him. His room isn't a room that belongs to a six year old. It felt cold and was bare. No toys, barely any books and his clothes are ripped. Well, the clothes that I could actually find. I found a secret compartment hidden in his closet behind a wooden panel. There are books in there that I wasn't reading till high school and college."

"What kind of books?"

"To Kill a Mockingbird, an Edgar Allan Poe collection of stories, a book called The Illustrated Man and a lot more. I saw Isaac Asimov books, books by Stephen King as well as classic books. Here look at this too."

Morgan reached into his coat and pulled out the thick journal. Emily took it from his hands and opened it. She gasped as she took in the sight of the detailed drawings and the beautiful handwriting. "Morgan, this isn't normal for a six year old."

"That's because he isn't a normal six year old," Rossi said from the doorway with JJ.

"What are you talking about?" Emily questioned.

"Miss Poe, the librarian, she told us about Spencer. He has an IQ of 187, can read twenty thousand words a minute and has an eidetic memory," JJ explained. "He had finished reading Moby Dick when he was taken. She's incredibly upset about his disappearance. He's a regular visitor to the library and she told us that he has come in with some incredibly rough bruises and cuts. She tried to get him to admit what was happening but he wouldn't tell her. No-one would listen to her and just dismissed her. I'm guessing William might have something to do with that. Hotch called us on the way over and told us what happened at the house. Where is he?"

"Speaking with the lead detective about the road blocks. He'll be here in a moment," Morgan said.

"Listen to this," Emily sighed as she began to read from the journal. "Mommy can't stop crying and I know it's because daddy is hurting her. It's all my fault and I shouldn't have disobeyed him. Mommy took the blame and I should have been a man and taken the blame. I'm a bad son and mommy deserves better."

"No child should ever have those thoughts," JJ shook her head.

"Every time he has written the word, daddy, it looks like his hand has shaken. He's deeply afraid of him."

"We need to focus on finding Spencer and the other boys. We'll find them and make sure that they are kept safe and cared for," Morgan said.

Spencer moaned and awoke from his slumber as his small body was picked up from the floor and carried to the couch. His vision cleared enough for him to see his abductor soaking a white cloth in some water and wiping the blood from his face. She sighed and put a medium sized bandage over his forehead. "I'm sorry for hurting you, little one. You made mommy very angry and I was very upset."

Spencer shuffled away from her to other side of the couch before she could stop him. "You're not my mommy."

"I will not tell you again, Spencer," she said quietly with anger seething in her voice.

"My mommy protects me and love me. She's the best mommy in the world and I won't call you mommy. I'll only ever have one mommy."

His kidnapper smashed the bowl to the ground and grabbed his upper arms. "CALL ME, MOMMY!"

"No!" Spencer screamed at her. "I don't care if you hit me. My daddy hits me and nothing you do will make me call you mommy because I can take it. You're insane!"

His abductor stormed over to a cupboard and pulled out something that Spencer couldn't see. He ran to the front door and frantically tried to open it but couldn't reach the locks. He screamed as a cloth came over his mouth and tried to fight against her but failed as the sweet smell made him collapse against her. He closed his eyes and wanted so hard to believe that when he woke up, he would be back in his mommy's arms.

Diana cried in her bedroom as she looked at the few pictures that she had of Spencer. She loved her little boy and just wanted to hold him back in her arms. All her life, she had wanted a child but she hated herself for allowing her son to grow up with a man such as her husband. Fear kept her from telling anyone. William was a popular and respected lawyer and she knew she wouldn't stand a chance if she tried to run from him. He had threatened to put her away in a horrible psychiatric ward she knew existed and take custody of Spencer. Diana knew no-one would believe her because of her schizophrenia if she tried to tell anyone about William's abuse. Her beautiful smart boy deserved a better home.

She quickly hid the pictures under the pillow as William came into her room. He knelt in front of her. "Diana, what are you going to say if those agents start asking questions?"

"That nothing is wrong in this house. You're a good father to Spencer."

"Well, it's good to know that someone has there head on straight although I never thought it would be you," he shrugged. "This is all Spencer's fault."

"Why would you say that?" Diana spoke timidly. "He was taken against his will."

"I called a contact in the police station. They think he was taken by a woman. I mean, how much more weakness does he have to bring to the Reid name? We can always have another child if we can't find him. Second time is the charm."

"There is nothing wrong with our son!" Diana snapped as the rage overcame her.

"You don't speak to me like that!" he yelled back. "Do we need a repeat of the last time you made me angry?"

"No," she shook her head quickly.

"Good girl. Now, I'm going to go down to the bar. If any of the agents ask, tell them that I'm out looking for our son."

Spencer woke up to find himself back in the cupboard but this time he couldn't move his arms or his legs. He whimpered into the duct tape over his mouth and hated the feeling of it wrapped around his arms and legs. Tears hit the tape as he couldn't stop himself from wetting himself.

He jumped as he heard breathing from the other side of the cupboard. "Spencer, my darling little boy. You have to be reminded that it isn't nice to upset your mommy. It's not nice to upset me. I just want to give you a good home and we can all be a family."

She began to cry. "Spencer, why won't you love me? I'm your mommy and I just want to hold you and keep you safe. When I think you've learned your lesson, you can come out and if you finally call me mommy, I'll give you ice cream."

He laid on the ground and shook his head. Nothing could ever make him forget his real mommy.

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