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Hotch almost spilled his coffee as Garcia suddenly appeared on the computer screen in front of him. "Sorry for making you jump, Hotch. I think I have a lead on who took the boys."

"What have you got?" he questioned.

"I did some research and found a newspaper article about a young woman named Francesca June. Three years ago, she lost her four children to a gas explosion in her home. She wasn't home and they had been left with a babysitter while she went to work. She had four boys, Hotch. They were all aged under ten years old. This has to be our unsub. She spent a year in psychiatric care before being released and prescribed medication. She wasn't easy to find."

"Do you have a current address?" Hotch asked as he stood up and waved the rest of the team into the room.

"I don't have a current address for her but her father passed away five months ago and left behind a property. I'm sending you the address now. Be careful, my doves."

"Garcia, you're brilliant. Good work," Hotch smiled at her. Morgan and the rest of the team rushed out to get themselves ready.

As Morgan finished strapping his vest on, he realised that he needed something before they left. Rushing back into the room, he grabbed Spencer's teddy bear and joined the rest of the team in the SUV.

Spencer sobbed as the tape began to rub his skin. His skin hurt and the woman whom had kidnapped him had turned the lights off in the room outside of the cupboard. Time passed without measure as he laid inside the cupboard. He had wet himself but it had now dried, leaving the stench of urine filling the cupboard. He tried to imagine the feeling of his own mother's arms around him. He missed her voice and the way she would sing to him after he had received a beating from his drunken father. His father didn't care that he was only six. Spencer knew his father enjoyed beating him and had always hated him after seeing how smart he was from a young age.

He jumped as he heard the sound of multiple crashes outside of the cupboard. He wanted to call out for help but no sound would escape from the tape over his mouth. A horrific and almost feral scream filled the air.

"NO! YOU CAN'T TAKE MY CHILDREN AWAY FROM ME!"

Morgan holstered his gun and walked past Francesca as Blake and Hotch cuffed her and began to drag her out of the house. Rossi stopped them to quickly grab a key from her necklace before nodding for her to be taken away. He unlocked the basement door and slowly descended the stairs to see three of the four boys in there, all of them huddled together on one bed. Rossi put his hand up in a calming manner. "Hello, boys. I know your names. You're called Eric, Martin and Johnny. I'm with the FBI and so are my friends. We're here to take you back to your parents."

"Is the bad lady gone?" Martin said, his voice shaking.

"She gone now. The bad lady can't hurt you any more," Rossi assured them. "The bad lady took another little boy. His name is Spencer. Do you know where he is?"

"She got angry with him because he wouldn't call her Mommy," Eric spoke up. "He's in the cupboard in the wall in the living room."

Morgan turned back and rushed back up the stairs. He went into living room to see a small cupboard in the wall. A key hung from a nail high on the wall. Taking the key, he unlocked the door and gasped at the state of young Spencer Reid. Spencer stared at him with wide eyes and shied away when Morgan tried to reach in and help him. "Spencer, my name is Derek Morgan, I'm with the FBI. I'm here to take you back to your mother, Diana."

Morgan reached in again and began to peel the tape off. It broke his heart when Spencer whimpered as the tape pulled at his chafed and red wrists. Once he finished unwrapping the tape from his hands and legs, Morgan moved to the tape around Spencer's mouth and peeled it away. Spencer let out a small sob and reached his arms out. Morgan picked him up and held him close as they walked out of the house. None of the other boys showed signs of any injuries but Spencer had blood seeping through a bandage on his forehead, bruises around one of his wrists which he knew had happened in the house. JJ walked over and passed him the bear he had brought along as he left the station.

"Hey, Spencer. I brought one your friends here," Morgan smiled. "Don't worry, your daddy doesn't know I have him."

Spencer let out a small smile and gently took the bear into his arms. Even though his intellect was far beyond the normal level for his age, he still loved child like items. JJ came forward and held the bear's arm. "Hello Spencer, my name is JJ. We need to take you to the hospital to make sure that you're okay."

Morgan was surprised when Spencer clutched onto him and buried himself further in his chest. "I don't to go alone."

"Do you want Morgan to go with you?" JJ asked.

Spencer nodded and held his bear tighter in his arms. JJ gave a small nod to Morgan that sent a message that didn't need to be spoken between them. His job was to stay with Spencer and keep him calm.

Morgan stayed in the hospital room as the doctor checked Spencer over for injuries. The doctor had stitched up the wound on Spencer's forehead and he had been impressed with how calm Spencer had stayed when having the stitches. The bruises around the young boy's wrist would heal and the doctor had given him a good bill of health but had recommended a night in the hospital for observation. Francesca had dealt a few injuries to Spencer but there were other injuries that had clearly been healing for some time. Dark bruises littered the little boy's rib and didn't stop there. Spencer's cheek was bruised too and Morgan knew that William was responsible for the abuse.

The doctor left the room to speak with social services. There was no way in hell that Morgan was about to let Spencer go back to his abusive father. The rest of the team was dealing with Francesca and were helping take care of the other boys. He walked over to the bed as Spencer sat up. Morgan picked up the brown teddy bear and handed it over. "What's his name?"

"Einstein," Spencer answered. "When can I see my mommy?"

"You'll see her soon but we just need to sort a few things out. Spencer, why did the lady who took you put you in that cupboard?"

Spencer stared up at Morgan with his deep brown eyes. "I refused to call her mommy. I only have one mommy and I wasn't going to dishonour her by calling another woman mommy. She shoved me in the cupboard and I hit my head. When she brought me out, she got angry again because I still wouldn't call her mommy. I tried to get out of the door but she used something to send me back to sleep. When I woke up, I couldn't move. I don't want to talk about it any more."

"Miss Poe told me about how smart you are. She wants to come and see you before you leave the hospital."

"Is she okay?"

"The bad lady hit her but she's fine and will be recommending books in no time," Morgan assured him. "Spencer, I found your journal."

Spencer squeezed Einstein tighter. "No-one is supposed to see that."

"I know you're smart and I know that you understand that you might not be going home because of your father. He's hurting you and your mother. We can't allow you to go back to a place where you're being hurt."

"I'm not going into foster care," Spencer shook his head. "He'll-"

Spencer stopped and bit his lower lip.

"You need to talk about what your father has done to you."

"He'll hurt my mommy," Spencer began to cry. Morgan moved up the edge of the bed and put his arm around Spencer. Two small arms wrapped as far as they could around his chest and hugged him tightly. He held Spencer and listened as the truth came out through tears. "He'll hurt my mommy and I can't let that happen. Foster care isn't always a good place."

Morgan wanted to say it wasn't true but he had seen some foster homes and had chased unsubs that had come from them. Most provided support for children but he knew there were a few that didn't care for the children properly. Morgan went to speak but didn't get the chance as William Reid's voice boomed from outside the door.

"Where is my son?!"

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