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Garcia helped pull the stretch sleeve over Spencer's casted arm. He was being discharged with strict instructions for rest and calm surroundings. Morgan was signing the papers while she helped Spencer.

"I am looking forward to going home," Spencer sighed happily. "I'm going to have to catch up on my school work."

"You'll breeze through it like you always do. I'm going to make sure that you take it easy. Henry wants to visit you too. He has plans to decorate your cast. He's under strict instructions to keep it family friendly. JJ can't believe that he's turned into such a horror movie obsessed teen."

Spencer chuckled softly, careful not to disturb his ribs. "He likes what he likes. Besides, most of his art focuses on family with the occassional gothic castle."

"He's talented for sure," Garcia smiled.

"Is it okay for me to call you Mom?" Spencer asked.

Garcia brushed his fringe from his eyes. "I love that you would bestow that honour on me. I can never replace your mother but I will guide you, love you, and keep you safe. I'm so relieved we got to you in time."

"Without my watch and you, I'd probably be dead. He was never going to spare me. I screamed so loud when he stomped down on my arm," Spencer said, his breathing growing faster. Garcia quickly brought him into a hug and gently rocked him back and forth.

"You're not there anymore. It's me. Mom. Breathe slow."

Spencer leaned against her, regaining control of himself and the flow of traumatic memories that tried to overcome him. Garcia smiled down at him. "There you go, baby boy."

"Thanks, Mom."

Morgan leaned against the doorframe to Spencer's room, watching his son sleep. Part of him was scared to leave his son for a moment. He imaganied leaving and Spencer suddenly disappearing without a trace. There was so much bruising to Spencer's face, a mottle of purple and black. He quietly stepped into the room, taking a spare blanket from a chair and placing it over his son's duvet. The forest had been cold that night and he didn't want his son to feel that cold ever again. He took his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed.

He took one last look at Spencer before leaving and answering the call. "Hey, Mom."

"I am on my way to your house. I am so mad at you, Derek."

"Explain, please. How far away are you?" Morgan asked, stunned.

"Garcia told me everything. You know I can get any secret out of her with a few words. I called to see how everything was going and she told me about Spencer's ordeal."

Morgan rushed downstairs. "I was going to call you."

"Derek, you should have called me the moment he was safe. I'll be there in ten minutes," she snapped.

Fran Morgan marched into the house, not saying a word as she put down her bags. She rushed up the stairs and made a beeline for Spencer's room. She gasped as she took in the sight of her grandson. The vicious bruises against his pale skin and the cast around his arm. She knelt beside the bed, carefully letting her hand hover over his face, not wanting to hurt him. "Grams is here. You just rest now and I'll make sure you heal up before you know it."

Fran quietly made her way downstairs. Neither her or her son spoke for a few moments. "How could you not call me straight away?" she said angrily.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I know I should have called you but truthfully, I'm still trying to process everything. The guy that kidnapped him, he let Spencer say goodbye on the phone. Spencer was so scared and I never want him to be afraid but in that moment he was and I couldn't help him. Garcia is the only reason we found him. He thought he was going to die and he wanted to make sure I wasn't angry with him. I love my son and I hate that he thought they had to be his last words to me," Morgan said, letting everything out.

His mother always made him feel safe and he couldn't hide the thoughts of fear from her. He let out a small sob as she she wrapped her arms around him. "It's okay, Derek. He's safe and that's all that matters. You're a wonderful father to Spencer."

Morgan stepped back to look at his mother. "He went after Spencer because of me. He was going to beat him to death. I'm struggling with how close I came to losing him."

She squeezed his shoulder. "You don't have to struggle alone. Just no more secrets."

"I'm sorry," he nodded. "No more secrets."

Spencer slowly opened his eyes, the smell of bacon wafting from the kitchen. He winced as he moved himself to rest against his pillows. He closed his eyes and took a few small breaths to orientate himself.

"Need some help."

He whipped his eyes opened and grinned. "Grammy."

Fran took a seat on the edge of the bed. "You've not called me that for some time," she smiled. "It's usually Grams."

Spencer's eyes began to water. "I thought I was never going to see you again."

Fran cradled Spencer's face in her hands, stroking her thumb over his cheek before a single tear could fall too far. "Don't cry. I'm here, you're safe and you're going to have all the support of your family to get better."

Spencer let out a shaky sigh. His stomach rumbled loudly.

"Well," Fran chuckled. "I believe we have some bacon to devour."

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