(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or its characters)

This chapter starts a day before the last chapter, so we're going back in time for the first part. Only the first part.

WARNING: This chapter contains implications of sexual assault, please skip the first section or all of the chapter to avoid this.

One day earlier

Spencer sat up in bed and rubbed a hand over his face. He frowned, trying to remember why he'd woken up when the answer came to him with another bang at his door.

Spencer pushed his bed covers back and hurried out from their warmth. He wrapped his arm around himself and his thin pyjamas and wished he still lived in Vegas where he could never get cold.

Spencer started walking to the door when he thought of who could be there. It was likely one of the team. Spencer didn't want to speak to any of them yet. It would just make him all the more miserable.

He paused in the kitchen and thought about Garcia, who had left him some cookies already. Or Morgan who had called him twice. Reid had text him, asking to be left alone. Spencer could picture them stood outside his door with sullen faces. Maybe they'd read his file.

Spencer's heart leapt at the thought and he hurried to his door where another knock had come.

"M'coming!" Spencer was still tired despite his sudden excitement.

There was another knock as Spencer pulled the latch away. He forgot all caution as he turned the handle.

"Yea?" Spenecr asked and he looked ahead at the person who had been knocking. It wasn't his team. He had to lift his head to meet the person's eyes, they were taller than anyone on the team.

That wasn't the only frightening thing. Spencer met the man's brown eyes and felt a sickening sense recognition. They were his eyes.

The face was sharp, the nose long and the jawline square. His hair was wavy and unkept, much longer than Spencer's new short hairstyle but similar to his in other ways. It was much darker, as dark as Aaron's, and as Spencer looked at him he thought the man's face was very alike to Aaron's, strong and square. Despite that Spencer couldn't deny how much the man looked like him.

Spencer gaped at the man, his sleepiness forgotten and replaced by shock.

The man grinned and pushed his way inside, forcing Spencer back as he turned and kicked the door shut.

"W-who-"

"I've heard many things about you but not that you're that stupid," the man said in a deep gruff voice. He laughed and winked at Spencer. "I didn't think I'd get in so easy. Oh well." He shrugged, smiling darkly.

"It's nice to see I passed my good looks onto one of you boys," he said.

Spencer thought he was going to be sick.

The man shrugged off his coat. It was new and the tag poked out from the hood. Spencer saw the ill-fitting uniform the man was wearing. It looked to be at least one size too big and the man was skinny, his shoulders were the only thing that seemed to be having a struggle with the uniform, as well as the length of his legs.

Spencer thought about his gun which he usually kept in a safe in the apartment. He remembered how he'd given said weapon to Strauss. He was helpless now.

"Hope you don't mind having your old man around for a little while. My old place might be looking for me."

"Y-you mean prison?" Spencer whispered, backing away when his father stepped around the couch and sat down on it.

Ed, Spencer thought. Ed Bingham. His biological father. The man who had murdered three woman and then him... except his body had never been found and only a few individuals knew Myles Bingham still lived.

Spenecr backed into the kitchen and Ed turned his head, keeping it tilted at a sinister slant as he grinned at Spencer.

"Where are you going, Myles."

"M-my name is Spencer," said Spencer and he swallowed thickly, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

Ed stood up suddenly, practically jumping from the couch. "Oh yes. Your other daddy came to see me," Ed said, scratching at his stubble as he took a step toward the kitchen. Spencer stepped back, working out a plan to get to a knife. "He's one of the reasons I left. I needed to have a better relationship with my son." Ed held out his arms and gestured to Spencer who stumbled back into a counter.

"You're not m-my dad."

Ed laughed as Spencer stuttered. "Myles, you can't deny where you got those looks from," he said and he pointed to his own smug face. "That rat faced guy looks nothing like you."

Spencer stood up straighter, suddenly insulted for his absentee adoptive father.

Ed chuckled loudly. He was in the kitchen now. Spencer's hands fumbled behind him.

Ed looked Spencer up and down. "You're much prettier than Aaron ever was."

Spencer's hands stopped fumbling. Had Aaron been assaulted by this man? Spencer didn't want to believe it since Aaron was always so confident and... Spencer thought of Morgan and his heart sank. He glared up at Ed, his mind filled with thoughts of Aaron protecting him and Sean, sacrificing himself in the process.

"Aaron got my hair and my eyes. The middle kid... Sean! He got Mary's hair but he's got my eyes too." Ed winked. "Dominant genes, son. Clearly you took them all."

Ed was closer than Spencer liked and, forgetting the plan he'd been carefully constructing, Spencer turned to grab a knife from the block behind him.

Never turn your back.

Morgan had taught Spencer that. He'd learnt the hard way when Morgan had taken him down in training after he'd turned his back. Spencer has been winded for a few minutes while Morgan apologetically sat with him, rubbing his back.

Ed grabbed Spencer as soon as he turned and yanked him to the ground, pulling Spencer's fingers away from the knives. Spencer fell with a thud onto his front and he turned quickly. No use in following Morgan's tactics now, he thought, thrusting his palm up to smack Ed.

Ed was much faster. He slammed Spencer's head into the floor to subdue him before straddling him, and pinning him under his body with practiced ease. If Spencer's didn't already feel sick from his new headache, the fact that Ed knew exactly how to pin down a weak victim would have made him more nauseous.

Spencer couldn't move as his father straddled him and forced his arms above his head. Spencer was surprised by how well Ed could subdue him. His face was slowly diminishing into age-lines yet he had better athleticism than Spencer.

That's not hard, Spencer thought before finally pulling himself back to the present and grunting when Ed pushed his elbow into Spencer's chest.

Ed leaned in close and breathed in deeply. He let out his breath with a pleasured smile. He looked down into Spencer's face.

"I've missed this," he muttered. Spencer whimpered, kicking his legs out futilely.

"It's a bit different from the girls but it had to be you, Myles."

Ed took in another long breath as if he were smelling Spencer like an animal smelling out its prey.

Ed gripped both of Spencer's wrists in one of his hands so he could drag his finger down Spencer's face. He smiled as he did.

"You really do look like me," he said and he licked his lips. Spencer could only stare up at him with wide terrified eyes. The man leaned in and Spencer felt his stomach flip with revulsion when his lips pressed against Spencer's.

Spencer felt bile rise up his throat and he wished he could've vomited but instead Ed grabbed his chin and thrust his tongue into Spencer's mouth.

Spencer closed his eyes and tried to take himself to a different place. He was back in the bureau. There wasn't a violent man on top of him, forcing him into a disgusting kiss.

Spencer could see Aaron in his office and if he thought really hard and ignored Ed's tongue he could see Aaron smile at him. Morgan patted his back and teased him and Emily spun her chair around as Spencer tried to explain the effects of decaf coffee.

Ed pulled away as Spencer was wondering if biting his tongue off would get him killed. Spencer turned his head and retched, finally managing to upheave the bile from before. He breathed in harshly, unable to wipe the spit from his chin. He avoided looking up at Ed, looking off to the side and trying not to throw up again.

"You feel like a girl," Ed muttered, moving his body against Spencer, pinning him down tight to the floor, his knee pressing against Spencer's hip.

"Taste like one too."

"Please stop," Spencer whispered and Ed's grin widened.

"You even sound like one!"

Spencer sobbed then, the reaction wrenching its way out of him. "Please."

Ed dipped his head down again and Spencer turned his away sharply.

"I'm your son!" Spencer cried suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut and keeping his head turned.

Ed relented and eyed Spencer. "I thought you said I wasn't your dad," he said slowly, deliberately and with enough venom to make Spencer tremble.

"Figuratively!" Spencer yelled and Ed had to laugh at the sudden confidence of the young man.

Ed considered what Spencer said and he looked over the attractive young man again. After a moment he smirked and slowly lowered himself down until he was nose to nose with Spencer.

Spencer scrunched his face up when he felt the man's breath on him.

"Figuratively, I couldn't give a damn," he hissed and he reached his hand down to Spencer's belt buckle. Spencer whined, his breathing hitching as he panicked. He started to struggle again but Ed had him pinned well.

"No!"

"I can't give you any special treatment for being my child."

"Don't. don't! Please!" Spencer looked down desperately as Ed gripped the waistband of his pants.

"This could have been easier if you'd of died on that lake," Ed said as he got Spencer's buttons undone and Spencer cried desperately. He kicked at Ed but he didn't budge.

"Besides, I need this."

Present

Rossi sat beside Aaron on the plane. Aaron hadn't let go of the file yet, it was constantly in his clutches and occasionally he'd open it and read what he already had.

Eventually the others fell asleep around them and Rossi settled down to do the same when he caught Aaron reaching up and wiping at his eye. Rossi sat up, more awake than he had been moments before and he watched Aaron who had lowered his head, swiping again at his eyes as he looked down at the file.

"Aaron?"

Rossi saw how Aaron's shoulders tensed. He didn't look up at first but after a few quiet moments he managed to lift his face a little.

Rossi was shocked to see red eyes looking back at him. He wasn't sure what to say, he'd never needed to comfort Aaron in this way.

"Are you okay?" Rossi asked finally. Aaron shut the file and set it back on the table and he sighed.

"I never got over Myles," he said, glancing out of the window. He didn't want to look at Rossi.

Rossi thought about his son, James, and he felt emotion swell up inside him. He could sympathise with Aaron, although his trauma came after childhood, Aaron had been dealing with his long before.

"I tried to protect him," Aaron said his eyes focused on the wing of the jet. He squinted at it and the light sky, it helped to keep his eyes dry.

"You couldn't have done anything," Rossi said. He had read about the abuse Aaron had endured from his father. It included sexual abuse. Rossi has stopped reading after that and he didn't want to ask Aaron now.

"He always came to me before. I made sure he didn't hurt Sean or Myles. And then he did." Aaron shook his head and closed his eyes. Rossi watched sadly as a tear ran down Aaron's cheek. Aaron put his hands on the table and he touched his almost healed knuckles and winced. He opened his eyes slowly and finally looked back into Rossi's eyes.

"I don't know how to feel about this," he said quietly. "I've spent so long grieving and now... Myles never died. I feel so... so-"

"Lost?"

Aaron nodded. A small smile graced his face. "I'm so happy that he's here, that he lived and that my father never got to do to him what he did to me..."

Aaron trailed off, looking nervously at the older man. He'd revealed so much in that one sentence.

"Spencer wants to connect with you," Rossi said. "Don't push him away again. Remember the little brother you tried to protect? He still needs you, Aaron."

Aaron shook his head slowly. "I feel selfish for feeling angry," he said. "Because if he's been here this whole time I had nothing to grieve. I went through all of that only for it to be a lie."

"It's not selfish, Aaron. It's an awful situation you went through and yes, it clearly could have been avoided. But so far, you've taken out your anger on Reid."

"I didn't realise he was telling the truth," Aaron said. He was looking imploringly at Rossi, like a child begging a parent to believe them.

"I think part of you knew the possibility of it being real."

Aaron stared at Rossi as the older man leaned forward on the table, crossing some of the distance between them.

"I also think that you weren't and still aren't ready to believe it."

"I have to now," Aaron said, motioning the file with a sad look on his face. He sighed and pushed it away from him.

"You're still trying to deny it."

"I have already agreed that it's true."

"You haven't accepted it."

Rossi took the file and Aaron nearly tried to grab it back from him. Rossi reached into the file and pulled out the picture of Myles and the one of Spencer when he was young. He placed the two on the table, in front of Aaron.

"You asked how I would feel if it was my son Spencer had claimed to be," he said, his voice quieter now. He wasn't looking at Aaron, instead he was looking at the two photos. "If I found out Spencer was the son I thought had died before I got to meet him then I would be... well I'm not there's a word for it. Thrilled? Happy."

Rossi smiled down at the photo of Myles and picked it up, studying the blurry photo. "I wouldn't forget the grief I went through but the only thing that would really matter would be him."

Rossi turned the photo and placed it right in front of Aaron. He met Aaron's eyes which were wet at the edges. "He's all that matter now, Aaron. You never let him down back then so don't do it now."

Aaron got home that night feeling strange. He didn't pick up Jack. Jess didn't know they were back and Aaron need time to collect himself. He wondered if he should call Spencer.

He thought about that for a long time. He had his hands around his phone, staring at Spencer's number and trying to collect himself enough to call him. But when he thought about what he'd say he stopped himself. He needed to apologise but there was so much more he wanted to say and he just didn't know how to.

Eventually, he broke down, dropping the phone and holding his hands over his face. He hugged his arms around himself as he remembered his broken childhood. He thought about what his dad had done to him, and what Spenecr had gone through that night on the lake.

Aaron dragged himself from his study to the couch where he lay down and closed his eyes, willing away the dark memories.

He remembered his dads sultry voice. He remembered his dad creeping into his room on nights after he'd been to the bar.

Aaron pressed his palm against his eye, begging the memories not to surface.

He remembered his dad getting into bed with him.

"No... no," Aaron groaned, writhing on the couch.

He remembered everything his father did. But he also remembered his father passing out in his room, rather than take himself to the room he shared with Aaron's mother. Or, god forbid, the room Sean and Myles shared.

Aaron felt himself calm down when his memories went to the times after his father. Then he thought about his little brother sat in a boat on the lake. And he thought of all the things his father did to him. He used to think that whatever happened ended with his little brother dying in some torturous way. Now he saw his brother emerging from the water and swimming for his life.

Aaron smiled. At some point he fell asleep, dreaming of the life he could have had with his brother.

He woke up to his phone ringing. Aaron lay still, squinting up at the ceiling. After a moment his back started to ache and Aaron knew then that the couch had been a bad idea. He sat up, groaning when his back protested. He scrubbed a hand down his face. His eyes were sore and his face felt dirty. As he rubbed his jaw he realised he needed a shave too.

The phone still rang and Aaron turned toward the sound. His phone was on the floor still. Aaron stretched his back before reaching down for his phone. If stopped ringing and he fumbled with it before managing to turn it on.

He went to calls and saw three missed phone calls. For a brief, hopeful second he thought it might be Spencer until he saw the name above each. Sean.

Aaron frowned. What was Sean calling him for. Aaron sat back thoughtfully. He had promised to call Sean about Spencer several days before. Aaron sighed, he'd forgotten that. He had a lot to explain to his brother. He was trying to piece together a good version of the events so far to explain when his phone rang again.

Aaron answered it, hoping he'd be able to explain with some coherency. Sean wouldn't believe him at first.

"Sean I-"

"Aaron! Jesus Christ, answer your phone, man!"

Aaron stood up, stretching again and wincing at the twinge of pain in his back.

"I got back from a case yesterday," Aaron said before yawning. "I just woke up but I needed to talk to you anyway."

Sean's voice came back frantic and Aaron sat back down as soon as he heard his brother say, "oh god, Aaron, this is bad."

"What?"

Aaron held the phone close to his ear. How could anything be worse than the last week?

"Shit... I just got a call. I don't know what to do, man, this is so fucked up."

"Sean?"

"It's dad."

Aaron's frown deepened and he felt angry all of a sudden. His fist clenched on his knee. He hated the way Sean's voice trembled when they talked about his dad. He hated that they were so scared of him.

"Is he dead?" Aaron said, hopeful that Sean would respond in the affirmative.

"No... no, I wish he was, Aaron. Shit, shit... He's going to want to find us."

"He's not got parole has he?"

"He got out. Aaron he's out, he fucking escaped!"

And that's where I'll leave this chapter. This was a long one for me. I haven't been writing long enough chapters lately. You guys have been having to deal with less than two thousand words, so I hope this is a happy break from that... it's only a thousand more but it was too exciting to not keep going

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