After a long Hiatus I have an idea for this story, expect it to be finished within the next month :)

CMCMCMCM(Hotch)

My phone is already ringing. It's only 5 in the morning and my phone is already ringing. I angrily grab it and yank the stupid thing open.

"What?" The acid in my voice speaks loud enough for anyone to hear.

"Hotch, it's Reid." It's Reid, oh god those words. She sniffles her nose, she's been crying. "It's really bad, you need to come down here."

It takes fifteen minutes for the whole team to get to the hospital, and none of us will leave his side, not until he's better.

"The Doctor- Clementine? No.. That's not his name, oh whatever! The Doctor said it was some sort of night terror. I mean Reid was going on and on about how this poor nurse was going to kill him. You should have seen her JJ, she just kept crying. She swears she never did anything, nothing at all. He just, he seems so sure." I think about the nightmares I used to have, losing my wife, my son, my team. One of the most vivid in my memory was watching Reid die, who knew there could be something more painful out there.

The Doctor walks in with a clipboard and a grim face, time for the bad news.

CMCMCMCM(Morgan)

I'm sorry sir, but he cannot function in society.

Bullshit! That's bullshit! I can fix Spencer Reid, I can get him back, he just has to let me try. I should have told him how I felt, then maybe… Maybe he would have stayed at my house that morning.

His only option is to be put into an assisted care facility.

The memory streams through my mind on repeat. Time and time again they tell me that my pretty boy isn't good enough. That's not true, he is good enough, he is so good enough. They just don't know him, they just assume he can't be helped. Everyone who knows him loves him, we'd all do anything to save him, anything!

I truly believed he could be helped, I'm sorry if I raised any false confidence.

False confidence my ass, I can fix the kid. I storm out of the hospital room where Reid was sleeping. I wander aimlessly down a few hallways before deciding on a plan. It takes me a few minutes, but I find the Doctor's room, three sharp knocks on his door. A pause. The door opens up.

"I'll be checking your patient Spencer Reid out of the hospital now." The authority of my voice is so thick, the Doctor is practically curled up, attempting to shield himself from my rage.

"S-sir, I can't let you do that." His first words are stuttered but the last are clear and strong. Dedication.

"Well, sir, sucks to suck. I'm his emergency contact which means I make the decisions when he can't, and don't try and tell me that the kid you see can make decisions for himself."

"I know he can't but… Do you really think you can take on the role of watching him? No offense, but you have a job, and friends, and family too I'm sure. Could you give all of that up just for some kid you haven't even seen in four years?" You son of a bitch.

"I'd give up the whole damn world to see him safe. Get me the papers."

CMCMCMCM(Reid)

Derek Morgan. Oh Derek Morgan, how could I have forgotten so much? All that time locked away I forgot about him. Well, I never forgot him, but I forgot a lot of our time together.

Oh shut up you stupid pig, you know he's only taking you out of pity. Two minutes with your sorry ass and he won't be able to stand you!

Three of the pretty ladies walk in, one holds a big needle. The other two circle around behind me and tell me to relax, to just breathe. They say that I'm going home as there is a sharp prick of pain in my arm, and then the world slips away.

"Oh pet, did you really think you could get away from me?" It's him. It's master. I bow my head immediately. All I can hope is that the punishment won't last long. I tried to run away, what a surprise, he caught me. I was out! For six hours and twenty-seven minutes with forty-three seconds until the next minute, I was free! But I was stupid.

"No master. Of course not master." The response is quick, even after a little time away from my master and his cruelty. Some habits are just that hard to break. Though you would think, maybe it is possible. At least, after enough time in the real world.

"Good." He turns his back, and leaves the room. There's no way that's all. He must be coming back, or, playing some game. Something isn't right, he would never just walk away. Never, even if I did everything right. Which I haven't, not in the slightest. I left him. I left him when he gave me.. wait, what did he give me? This isn't right, something isn't right about this place. I can feel it. There's something wrong!

"Help! Help! There's something wrong! Something isn't right. Please, Please! Help! I'm telling you, I'm not supposed to be here! I'm.. I'm supposed to be with Derek." I'm supposed to be with the man I love. Because that is who Derek is, he is the man I love. He is! That's who Derek is, I'm sure of it. There is so much love, and yet so much hurt, in that one, simple, discovery.

The man walks back into the room. He is carrying a bucket of water, and an electrically charged metal pole. I've dealt with this before, I can do it again. But I shouldn't have to. Yes, you should. Pig! Dog! Poison! Sin! Why don't you just die? Voices screaming in my head, booming pain of fiery insults.

The man walks towards me, he throws the freezing water on to my skin. But it doesn't faze me. How could it? Seven months of this shit and I am strong. YOU ARE NOTHING!

He hits me with the electrified pole and my body spasms. A fit of untamed agony rips through all of my skin and I realize that the part of me that says I don't deserve this, is right. I don't deserve this. I never did anything to possibly deserve this. Don't lie to yourself Spencer, don't lie to me. You never had to do anything, but you've always had it coming. And as the pain drags through me, I know now. It would take a fool to hope.

I mean, who could possibly be coming now? Not after seven whole months in this hell hole. Not ever. I'm going to die here. And the pain dragged on. And my life dragged on.

CMCMCMCM(Morgan)

Reid is talking in his sleep. Whimpering in pain and saying things like, "I'm sorry Master, please forgive me." and, "It's too late, no one can fix me." The pain in his voice, but I can't wake him up. No, he has to sleep. So I'm driving at two A.M. listening to the love of my life crying in pain, hearing him talk about how worthless he is and how he can't be saved, definitely not after seven months. If he's reliving an experience from that long ago and that's how he felt… how the hell does he feel about himself now. After four years in that place. Tears stream down my face, but suddenly he says something, and they stop.

"This isn't right, I don't deserve this." Hope blooms in my chest, Maybe we can fix him after all. "Derek will save me, I know it.. I- I love him." The words are clear as day.

He was counting on me.

He was counting on me, he loved me. And I couldn't save him.

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