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Sorry for the delay! Urgh! I've been so tired! I've been trying to pack in loads of revision and I keep running out of time to finish this chapter.

I've literally had the rough draft of this for days now and I just haven't been able to check it through, I'm finally going to give it some time before I have to revise 'Frankenstein.'

Thank you for all the reviews as always. Shout out to E.J. Morgan, Hippiechic81, the 3 Guests (I wish I could thank you better, but you guys have no name), FallWithMeOffACliff, S, poohbear123, Sarry22, Astrahan, GoodGodHenry, and so for reviewing the last chapter.

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Previously:

"What if-"

"He's going to be fine, JJ," he tried to ensure her.

"You don't know that," she whimpered. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her forehead.

"We will find him. I promise."

"Think, guys! Why would someone be after Reid?"

"This guy could just be a playground pedophile. We have no idea if he targeted Spencer for any other reason other than the fact he is 2 years old," Morgan snapped back. Emily was about to protest when Hotch's shaken voice stopped her.

"There was...there was that guy last week at the park. He tried to talk to Spencer, but I got there before anything else could happen," he muttered and the team gaped at him.

"That's pretty important, Aaron!" JJ chided, smacking his arm irritably.

"I-," he rubbed his neck. "I forgot," he looked down at his feet in shame.

"What did he look like?" Rossi asked.

"Thick grey hair. Tall, average weight," Aaron frowned as he tried to remember. "Dark blue eyes, glasses. He was in a shirt and chords."

Garcia's fingers were already gliding over the keyboard.

"I watched him leave not long after I confronted him," Hotch added.

Several painstaking minutes passed, and Emily's foot was tapping more and more impatiently.

"Hurry up!"

"Woah, Woah, Calm down, Princess, we don't even know if this is the same guy who took Spencer," Morgan jibbed.

"So we're back to square one?" She grunted sarcastically.

"Patience," Garcia mumbled, her fingers smacking back and forth madly, like a pianist performing 'Lux Aeterna' to a theatre of expectant people. She played the right keys with a fiery passion and her screen filled with thousands of faces, flashing by as she searched for the one Hotch had described.

"Running facial recognition," the crowd around the computer leaned in and Garcia's skillful fingers danced along the keys before the screen finally stopped on a set of dull blue eyes.

Spencer scrunched his nose up sleepily, he kept his eyes shut against the vivid white light that was shining through his eyelids.

He could hear heavy footsteps from somewhere near him, but he was too tired and remained in his uncomfortable position on the cold metal table. He could already feel the restraints biting into his thin wrists and he had to hold back the urge to tear up or call out for help.

"You can't sleep all day," a voice whispered terrifyingly close to his ear. Spencer jumped a little, his back arching against the cold metal as he tried to get away from the voice.

Eton smiled contently and sat in a chair, watching Spencer. Spencer struggled for a few minutes before giving in and laying his head softly on the table, looking over to Eton who hadn't uttered a word.

"'Top 'dis," he begged, his voice sounding much weaker and childish than he had anticipated. His words only seemed to better Eton's mood.

"I'm helping you, Kid. I'm looking for a cure to reverse Jarvis' experiment," Spencer gaped up in wonder, he was so lost for words that Eton carried on. "You don't strike me as the kind to give up," he mused, removing his glasses and rubbing a thick finger under his eye. "You and I aren't as different as you think."

"N-no. I'm nofing lite you," Spencer retorted in a small voice.

"Suit yourself." He cracked his neck and let out a sigh. "I'll be honest with you, Kid, I was a little dishearten with the first experiment; I was so sure that would be the one," he sighed again and placed his glasses back on the bridge of his noses and cocked his head at Reid. "Nevertheless, I have more to test and I'm certain this next one will do the trick."

Eton stood and pulled a metal tray over to the table. Spencer flinched when the tray clanged against the table a shiver fluttering down his aching spine.

"W-what will h-ha-happen if i-it does wort?" Spencer asked, focusing his big hazel eyes on Eton's unfeeling blue ones.

"Well I'd have to keep you several months to prove my experiment's success and after that...well," a smirk graced his lips. "You can have your normal life back," the glint in Eton's closed off blue eyes gave away his lie and Spencer gave a quiet, frightened mew.

"Don't you understand, kid? I'm looking for a cure!" Eton explained as he prepped the needle. "Don't you want to be normal again?" Spencer's eyes darted from the needle to his small weak body. It would be nice to be independent again, he thought. But then he remembered the lonely nights in his apartment.

"Well?" Spencer's mouth opened and closed but he couldn't answer. Eton straightened up and huffed. "It doesn't matter what you want, anyway." He approached Spencer with the injection which he aimed for the child's neck this time. Spencer didn't move and allowed the doctor to continue with a false sense of security. He raised his eyebrows at the seemingly calm child and a smug smile wandered over his lips.

"See, I thought you'd want this," hissed Eton, running a clammy finger down Spencer's cheek. "That's it; don't fight." Spencer held himself very still and when the doctor's fingers brushed past his chin he attacked, lunging out with his teeth and clamping down on Eton's gloved hand.

"AHHH! Fuck!" Eton screamed, yanking his hand from Spencer. He backhanded the child hard across the face and staggered backward. Spencer gasped and slowly maneuvered his painful jaw. Tears flooded his vision without his consent.

"You shit!" Eton grunted through gritted teeth. He gripped his bleeding hand, shedding the torn rubber glove and slinging it to the floor as he carefully examined his wound.

Eton grabbed a piece of gauze lying on the metal tray and held it to his bloody hand. He pulled it away a little to view the damage and groaned at the savage puncture wounds, covering it back up quickly.

"You're going to pay for that." Spencer ignored the doctor and fought against his restraints like a wild animal.

"HELP!" He yelled, praying that someone on the other side of the walls could hear him. His cheek stung terribly from where Eton had hit him and tears rimmed his eyes, but he gritted his teeth against the pain and continued to cry out desperately. "HELP!"

Eton pulled a bottle of disinfectant from the cupboard and started pouring it over his hand, cursing in pain.

Spencer eyed the needle left unguarded on the tray and he tried to shift the table towards it in the hope of knocking the tray over. He seemed to forget that he was no longer 26 and that he didn't have the strength to move a table 3 times his weight. He heaved on his restraints, but as promised, nothing moved. He tried again, puffing his cheeks out and focusing all of his strength on this one task.

"Clearly you need more restraint," Spencer's head snapped up and he dodged away from Eton who was once again stood before him, his hand now bandaged up. A new needle was in Eton's hand and he held it up to his face, looking through the clear liquid at Spencer.

Spencer felt the cruel thin metal slide into his neck and a moment later he felt a sudden rush taking ahold of him.

Eton picked up his dictaphone and started muttering into it. Spencer was too distracted by what was happening to his body. He wiggled his fingers and felt a strange tingling sensation burning in them. He did the same with his toes which felt stiff. A few more moments passed and a sensation of pins and needles possessed his entire body. A sporadic buzzing attacked his limbs.

"What's happening?" He whimpered, trying to turn his head which was becoming heavier and difficult to hold up.

"Paralysis," Eton deadpanned into his dictaphone.

"No..." Spencer whispered and he lifted his arm, but the limb didn't move. His eyes grew wide as he tried to move and found himself frozen to the table.

"That's better," Eton sighed, thumbing his bandaged hand soothingly. He picked up the real needle and held it over Spencer's flesh, besides the hole the previous needle had gone in.

"Vial 6. Experiment 2," he slid the needle into Spencer's unmoving skin and the boy cried out.

"P'ese..." he begged, but Eton pushed the plunger down and removed the needle. Spencer burst into tears when he felt the drug taking instant effect.

Eton sat down and took up a pen and paper; watching the child with intrigue. Spencer closed his watery eyes, imagining he was back at home; not his apartment, but his new home, in his new room, with his new family. When he opened his eyes he was not at home.

He whipped his head around at the doctor and saw his face melding together strangely, like playdoh. Spencer's breath hitched and he looked down at his own immobile body. His legs appeared to be moving like kneaded dough.

"What do you see, Kid?" Eton asked gruffly. Spencer didn't look back at him and instead looked at the ceiling. It's whiteness soothed him and he felt himself relaxing. That was until a small droplet of blood leaked from said white plaster and landed on the gown he was wearing. He stared at the droplet cautiously and gave a sharp intake of breath when it started to expand over the white and blue hospital gown, becoming darker and darker.

"No..." Spencer mumbled, but he couldn't move as he felt the damp scarlet blood seep into his skin. More droplets fell from the ceiling and when Spencer looked back up he saw the walls bleeding. Blood leaked out of every crevice and trickled down the walls.

"Help!" Spencer cried at Eton. But what he saw wasn't Dr. Eton. His screams increased when he perceived a man with no eyes in Eton's chair. A smile was cast over the man's almost featureless face and he lifted long black fingers and waved at Spencer.

"NAHHH," Spencer shrieked, squeezing his eyes shut against the churning world before him.

"Patient 442 shows signs of hallucinations," Eton's voice cut into Spencer's screams. A third voice added to theirs, one so close to Spencer's ear that his eyes flickered open.

"You're weak," it hissed. He felt his heart stop. He knew that voice.

"You're dead!" Spencer sobbed as the voice got closer and he saw a shadow fall over him.

"P'ese," He begged, averting his eyes from the shadow he was sure belonged to Tobias Hankel. The walls were still dripping with blood, flooding the floor which had started pulsating. Spencer glanced at the restraints crying loudly at the harsh whispering in his ears. The restraints had also changed, instead of strips of leather holding him down, barbed wire wrapped around his pale wrists instead, slicing into his flesh with ease.

"Eton! Help!" He cried desperately as the restraints got tighter and he saw a glint of bone.

"Where are you hiding, Spencer?" Spencer gazed up to see his mother watching him from the sink. Her face also appeared to be melting and her eyes had a black hue to them. In her hand was a long sharp carving knife.

"Mom?" He whispered and she smiled cruelly.

"Let's have some fun, Baby," She hissed, bringing the knife to her face and dragging her tongue along it until it split down the middle.

Spencer heaved and bile filled his throat.

"That's no way to treat your mother," another voice joined in and Spencer saw his father appear beside the eyeless Eton who was still smiling, saliva drooling from his open lips. William Reid's hands were stained with blood and he held a pair of shoes which Spencer recognised.

"After everything we did with Riley Jenkins," He tutted, holding the shoes and grinning to reveal blood covered teeth. "You should be grateful it wasn't you."

"You d-didn't do it," Spencer mumbled. Diana stepped closer, brandishing the knife menacingly.

"It's your turn, Spencer," She cackled.

"NO!" Spencer closed his eyes and the voices cascaded down on him, berating his small ears as he screamed out against them.

"You want this."

"-it won't hurt a-"

"It should've been you, Spencer."

"-just like me-"

"Don't cry! You're pathetic!"

"-never loved you-"

"Gods will."

"-die-"

"-worthless littl-"

"-cut you like a-"

Pass out, he pleaded himself as the voices got louder and more insistent. Pass out!

His mother screeched once more and he finally fell into blackness.

"That has to be our guy!" Morgan yelled.

"He's right, it all adds up. The profile doesn't have to be complete, Eton has enough motive, besides this is the guy Aaron saw," JJ said, she was shimmying into her Kevlar vest already.

"But what would this guy want with Spencer?" Put in Rossi, his countenance expressing the utmost confusion.

They all looked to Hotch for an answer. He grabbed a vest from the pile and began strapping it to himself.

"I'm not waiting any longer, if this is our unsub then he still has Spencer and we don't know how much longer. Garcia, send us the address," he adjusted his gun and grabbed JJ's arm.

"Done and done. Now go get our boy," Garcia said, but it was more like a plea.

"-Why hasn't it worked!" Spencer awoke to a feeling of discomfort. He peeked through his eyelids and saw Eton stood over him.

He felt shock course through him but it was not mirrored in his body language he still remained stock still, like a fallen statue. Eton grabbed Spencer's leg and yanked it hard.

"Ahh, p-p'eas," Spencer yelped. Eton pulled again and Spencer felt his joints cry out in pain.

"Why are you not growing!?" He snapped, slamming the limp leg down and glowering at the child.

He grabbed Spencer's face in his hands, digging his nails into the skin.

"Tell me!"

"B-because...y-you awn't as good as-" his head cracked against the table, causing a howl of agony to escape his throat.

"I am! I'm better than him! Who do you think taught Jarvis what he knew," Spencer whimpered against the pain in his head, blinking rapidly to try and ease the spinning room.

"B-but," he gulped nervously and looked up at Eton bravely, his vision blurring. "You didn't mate any discovewies," He murmured.

Eton curled his hands into fists and glared at Spencer who's wet brown eyes were darting back and forth.

"No. No, you know what I think it is," he muttered calmly. "It's not me, it's the subject; it's you!" He Announced. "I need a fresh subject to test on, you've been used." Spencer's lip trembled as Eton lent down; his hot breath tickling Reid's nose.

"I'm sorry, Kid. This is the end of the line," he grunted and before Spencer could even try and plead with the doctor, Eton's thick fingers were pressed against his neck, quickly cutting off his windpipe.

Spencer couldn't move as he struggled for breath. His body tried to buck against the rough hands, but the drug held him in place, like a dead fish being gutted.

Spencer could only stare up at his attacker and into his dull blue eyes.

The corners of his vision began to blacken, his lungs screaming for air. Eton began to fade as Spencer's eyes rolled into the back of his head. His lips turned the similar shade of blue that Eton's eyes possessed.

The doctor could literally fell the child's life slipping away beneath his fingers.

Please review, I'd love to know what you think of this chapter.

Sorry if that seems rushed, I'm running behind on my revision! Whoops.

Once again I'm so sorry for the delay!

I can't wait to start the next chapter!

Also, I am starting another story soon (alongside my other stories, don't worry.) if you look on my profile there is a small summary on it, it will be called (maybe) 'from One Leaky Roof to Another.' I'm so excited, but I promise I will keep going with this story ;D

Thanks for reading and I will see you soon!