Hey everyone! No hate, not to much love, I'm going to keep going with the Reid abuse story. Tell me if I should save him soon, tell me if I shouldn't. That's all for now!

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"Here goes, Spencer Reid was the greatest man I ever knew. He fought every day of his life. He fought the bad guys, was deceived by the ones that were supposed be good. He fought his own mind, he fought everyone here." Tears rolled down JJ's face nonstop and the crowd was half chuckling sadly and half full blown crying.

"But most importantly, he fought for people to not have to be scared. Every day he went out into the field, he held his head high. Every day this Brave man put everything on the line and-" JJ paused, I didn't think she could go on, but Prentiss put a hand on her shoulder. JJ breathed in before continuing.

"And he did everything he could to save someone. To bring someone home. To reunite a family. Unfortunately Spencer fell victim, he fell victim to the bad he fought. Spencer didn't deserve the bad that he got, but he never complained. That's why we're all here today. To honor one of the bravest men this world has seen. To say goodbye to our Spencer Reid." JJ got off the stand. We looked at the empty urn in front of her and the dozens of people around it. I never told him how I felt. God dammit how could I have fucked up this bad? He could be dying right now thinking of my last words to him. I didn't even get to say goodbye! What sick type of God would let this happen?

I walked up to the stand. I knew that I had to get this right, that I couldn't let myself mess this one up. Like I had everything else with Reid. I drew in a breath and walked up, one, two, three steps. I turned. I was at the podium.

It was an eery feeling. To be at the podium, talking about the man you loved, the man who was your best friend. But I decided to do what everyone else had. I just spoke the truth.

"Spencer he, he had it rough. The kid really was a fighter, like JJ said. He was such an innocent kid, he kept everyone sane. A lot of people might look back, they might think of all the little facts Spencer told them. But I remember one in particular. Spencer Reid told me something a little before he d-died. And if there is anything I would want you all to go off with this evening, is Spencer's love of Knowledge. So Spencer, for you, just this once. Everyone please remember the useless fact that over 15 hundred people die every year from falling asleep behind the wheel of a car. I love you buddy, I wish you were here with me right now. But until I see you again, this will have to do. So I love you."

Then and only then, I allowed my tears to fall, cascading down my face at an alarming rate. The man I love is dead. Deep down I know it isn't true, that he's still getting beat to death everyday. But right now, that's what I'm supposed to say. Spencer Reid is dead.

The love of my life disappeared a year ago to the date. Spencer Reid is no longer a missing persons.

Spencer Reid is dead.

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I'm not dead yet! I'm still here! You can't kill me!

"Hello pet, how is your day going?" The man. I don't want to see him. I don't like the man.

"I'm bored Master. Can I have books? Please Master." I begged. There was a time where I wouldn't call him master, wouldn't respond to pet. Those times ended about two months into my abduction. I get beat regularly, but I'm used to it now. Though at the beginning it may have seemed bad. You have no idea what it's like now.

If I mess up, make the smallest mistake. I'm almost guaranteed a round of electric waves through my body. The whip and blow torch are like play things nowadays. I don't know if that's a bad thing, but I don't really care. At this point I can barely feel anything. It's almost like I don't even exist. Like maybe I'm not really here.

Today they told the world I died. Part of me wants to believe it isn't true, but what I'm doing right now. Can you really call it living?

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"We just got a domestic disturbance call from the neighbors of 274 Griffin Street." The small radio on the front dash of my car said. Noticing that I was only a minute or so from the area I decide to respond.

"This is car number 42, I'm on it." I say quickly into the dispatch.

I hit it with the siren on over to the house. If you don't go fast enough, you could get someone hurt. I wouldn't have that on my conscience I floored it and whipped over to the house. Spotting the right number I pull into the house. The first thing I notice is the screams I hear coming out of the house.

"S-send for backup, something is really wrong here." I whisper into the dispatch and pull out my gun. I slowly inch into the house. I finally locate that the screams are coming from the basement.

When I make it there the scene shocks me. A man chained up, scars and bruises and cuts covering his body. He is being forced to watch as a man pours boiling water onto his skin. Jesus Christ.

"Sir, put your weapon down. Then slowly put your hands behind your head and kneel down on the ground away from this man." I can't believe the condition of the man I was referring to.

"Shit." He says, but does as he is told.

"Oh my god." A voice from behind me. I turn and notice another officer.

"Isn't that the FBI kid that went missing?" He says, and suddenly I place him. I know this kid.

"Spencer Reid. He went missing, what four years ago?" If it's that kid, He is going to have a hell of a hard time. That poor poor kid. What horrors has he seen?

"It was three years and 296 days."

I look up at the unfamiliar voice. I know that it's Spencer talking, but somehow I don't believe that after all of this he can be talking. This isn't the type of thing you just bounce back from. From what it looks like, this kid has been kidnapped and tortured the whole time he was here.

"Y-you have to call Derek." He says, "Please." He slumps forward. Eyes closed, the man is unconscious

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"Is this Derek Morgan?" It's an unfamiliar voice and I'm immediately on high alert.

"Yes, is something wrong?" I ask pleasantly, hoping it's not another case considering we just finished one.

"N-no, actually we have someone who needs to talk to you, uh.. here let me get him." There was a pause. Who the hell needs to talk to me?

"H-hello, Derek. Is that you?" A small voice asks.

"Please tell me this isn't a joke." Tears are pulsing down my face, just like they did at Spencer's funeral. Could it really be him? I want it to be. Oh god I need it to be. Everyone else on the plane stares and looks at me, all asking what's wrong at the same time.

"N-no it's not a joke. They g-got me out in K-kansas last week. I just woke up from a coma an hour ago. Derek. It's me." Such simple words. They're all I need.

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Okay, sorry I haven't updated in a few days. Here you all go. Please enjoy.