Hello everyone, I am so sorry and I beg your forgiveness in how late this chapter is, I didn't think this long had passed. I hate leaving you all so long without updates but sometimes life just gets a bit messy and I've been trying to keep my life centered for a while not and it hasn't been easy. Thank you again for sticking with this and I will make sure that it doesn't take too long to update next time. I'm going to be winding this down within the next two or three chapters. I hope you like this chapter and really sorry again. For regular readers, I'm doing a host of updates tonight to end this year on a high. I'm just posting a day early as I stay up and celebrate the new year with my mother.
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Spencer sighed as he made his way home from school. He enjoyed walking home sometimes even though it could take a while. It gave him time to think about everything going on in his life and about the ways he could try to get through the anger that built up inside of him. He didn't like when the anger inside would win and he would lash out. It reminded him of the way his father would lash out and beat him when he was little. The bruising on his knuckles was still vivid against his pale skin. He didn't regret hitting the guy who had stolen his journal and mocked his mother's death. The only thing he regretted was the fact that he had only stopped when pulled away. Control was important to him and to lose it in a haze of red fury scared him because he could have taken things too far. He had just served his third detention session and looked forward to going home and reading the new books he had brought with his allowance.
He turned the corner only to stop in his tracks as he saw someone lying on the ground unconscious. Rushing to the man's side, he knelt down and put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Sir, are you okay? Can you hear me?"
Spencer barely had time to gasp as the man suddenly shot out his arm and wrapped a hand around his throat. He grunted as the man rose to his feet and pulled him up with him. "I can hear you, Spencer."
Spencer brought his fist up only for the man to grab his wrist.
"Time to sleep, Spencer."
Spencer couldn't help the small yelp that escaped him as he was violently smashed into the side of a black car twice. The world began to spin in front of his eyes before he finally gave into the pain piercing his head and let his eyes close.
Morgan filled in the last of his paperwork and let out a small yawn. Most of the bullpen had emptied out. He had stayed to catch up on the pile of paperwork that had never seemed to end. He also wanted to give Spencer some time alone. Garcia had spoken with him and calmed him. Morgan thanked the stars for Garcia. She'd been at his side through some difficult times with Spencer. A small smile came to his lips as he remembered her holding his hand and telling him that everything would be okay when Spencer had needed his appendix removed.
Pushing out his chair, he rose up and grabbed his jacket. His phone began to ring and he reached into his pocket to see Spencer's name on the screen. He pressed the green button and brought it up to his ear. "Hey kiddo, I'm just on my way home."
"Spencer won't be there I'm afraid," a voice spoke down the voice.
"Who the hell is? Where is Spencer?!" Morgan growled down the phone.
"He's with me. Far away from you, where you could hurt him. Just like you hurt my son. Just like you let him down," the man answered with a tinge of anger in his voice. Morgan could already tell the man had not wanted to let that anger slip.
"Please, whatever I may have done to you, is between you and me. Please, just let my son go. I'll do whatever you want but don't hurt him. Please, let me speak to him. I need to know he's okay."
"Why should I let you speak with him? I can't ever speak with my son again because you failed him. I lost my son so you're going to lose yours, Agent Morgan."
"NO!" Morgan shouted down the phone. "Please, if you want to hurt anyone, you hurt me. He's innocent. Who are you?"
"You'll never know who I am. Not until it's too late. I'll give Spencer a chance to say goodbye. My son died all alone. Letting him say goodbye makes me better than you."
Morgan heard a rustle before he heard Spencer's quick breathing. "Spencer?"
"D-Dad," Spencer's voice shook.
"Everything is going to be okay. I'm going to find you and bring you home. Are you hurt?"
"A little," Spencer sniffed. Morgan closed his eyes and felt his heart breaking at sound of his son trying not to cry. "D-Dad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the fights and for being so angry. I love you, D-Dad. I just want you to know that."
"Don't you say that," Morgan began to cry as he listened to his son. "I'm going to come and save you. This isn't goodbye. I love you too and I'm not going to lose you. You stay strong and I'll be there soon."
"I don't want to die, Dad."
"You're not going to die, kiddo," Morgan comforted before taking a deep breath. "I'm going to get you back. I promise."
There was a shuffling sound followed by a few muffled noises that he knew to be Spencer.
"That's enough talking," the man's voice returned. "Don't make promises that you can't keep."
Morgan's didn't have chance to speak. All that filled his world at that moment was the disconnect tone.
Spencer breathed hard against the hand over his mouth. He didn't make a sound as his abductor tossed the phone out of the window and and brought his hand away. Silence filled the car for a few minutes as the man stared out of the window.
"You don't have to do this," Spencer said, breaking the silence.
The man turned slightly to face him.
"I'm afraid I do," the man sighed before opening the glove compartment and pulling out a picture of a young man not much older than Spencer himself.
"Your father promised to save my boy but he didn't save him. His name was Daniel. Such a creative soul. All he wanted to do was go to art school and be a graphic novelist. He used to draw the funniest comics about me and put them on the fridge in the mornings because he always liked to make sure I started the day with a smile," the man chuckled before a pained and heartbroken look came across his face. "Then, that bastard took him. Into the woods he took him, beat him within an inch of his life and left him at an altar. Crazy son of a bitch thought he was getting better because of his sacrifices to Satan. My boy died because your father didn't get to him in time. He died because he failed to catch and kill that maniac before he took my son. He took away any chance of true revenge when he shot that bastard in the head and gave him the easy way out."
Spencer took in the man's words and closed his eyes. He remembered the beatings from his father and the fear he would feel. The fear that his father would go too far and beat him to death. His heart ached for the man's son but he knew he couldn't die the same way. He knew what this man planned and he refused to allow himself to die being beaten to death.
"Do you think your son would want this?" Spencer spoke calmly. "He wouldn't want his father to become a murderer. I'm so sorry about your son. I know what you're planning to do. Don't be like the man that killed Daniel."
"My son wanted a lot of things but he's ash now. You have no-one to blame but your father."
The man opened his door and left the car. Spencer struggled against the tape wrapped around his wrists as the man walked around the car and yanked open the door. Rough hands grabbed his jacket and began to pull him out of the car.
"Get off you son of a bitch," Spencer growled as he was dragged out of the car.
Five minutes later
"Hotch, go faster, please!" Morgan shouted as they raced towards Spencer's GPS location. They were ten minutes out.
"I'm going as fast as I can. He's going to be okay."
"This guy could be doing anything to him," Morgan shook his head. "I promised his mother that I would keep him safe. I swear I'm going to kill this bastard."
Hotch gripped the steering wheel tighter. "We're not going to lose hm. I'm just thankful Garcia put a GPS locator in Spencer's watch. I don't know why but I'm going to hug that woman when we see her."
"She said she would explain later."
Spencer struggled fiercely against the man dragging him through the woods, having pride when the man got frustrated with him for grabbing deep roots with his bound hands and twisting away every second he could. This was a long way to haul him and Spencer did everything to slow him down. He didn't want to die and knew he had to give his father all the time he could to find him. The man let out a deep growl as Spencer grabbed another embedded branch only a few seconds after he had just managed to dislodge him from another.
"That's enough!"
The man dropped his bound feet, took a step to stand next to him and brutally stamped on one of Spencer's arms.
"Ahhhh!" Spencer screamed as the bone broke and sent shockwaves of pain up his arm.
Taking advantage of his pain, the man grabbed Spencer's bound feet and dragged him deeper into the forest. The smallest movement sent white hot pain through his arm as he was pulled over every bump. Spencer knew his time was growing short and called out for the one person he wanted more than anything in the world. "Dad!"
Morgan barely waited for the car to stop before he bolted out of the door. He looked down at the screen and began to race towards his son with Hotch struggling to keep up with him. He skidded to a halt after two minutes after he heard a noise. He listened again and heard Spencer shouting for him faintly.
"Dad! Help!" Spencer's voice echoed from a far distance. Morgan bolted towards the sound with his hand on his gun.
Spencer let out a pained yelp as the man dropped his legs. "This is where he died," the man spoke. "This is where your father is going to know my pain."
"You don't have to do this," Spencer gasped as he tried to control the pain in his arm. "Don't become the monster that killed your son. He wouldn't want you to do this."
"Your father is the monster!" he screamed before sending his foot into Spencer's stomach brutally.
A pained and broken gasp escaped Spencer's mouth as he struggled to draw in breath. The pain doubled as the man sent a swift kick into the same spot. Barely a few seconds passed before the man knelt, grabbed his hair and began to send a multiple brutal punches across his face.
"Get away from son!"
Spencer collapsed to the ground and breathed hard as a blur knocked the man from him. His eye was beginning to swell and every breath sent a lick of pain through his stomach. Relief swept over him as Hotch knelt over him. "Spencer, oh Jesus, what did he do to you?"
"D-Dad...need...Dad," Spencer coughed.
Hotch disappeared from his view and all he heard were loud voices. Someone cut the tape from his legs and arms and he let out a sob of relief as his father knelt next to him. "Dad," he smiled before letting out a small scream as his broken arm thudded to the ground.
"Spencer, I'm here, what hurts?" Morgan questioned as he watched his son's face begin to swell and bruise. He struggled to keep calm but knew he had to for Spencer's sake. He wanted to kill the man for what he had done to his son.
"He broke my arm," Spencer quivered. "Kicked me in my stomach and hit me. Head hurts too. Knew you would find me."
Morgan smiled down at his son and held him close. "I promised I would. You're safe now. You're safe."
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