A/N: So there we go with the next chapter. I am really sorry for naming CIA's chief Kingston. I'm not really good at making names up so I figured it will be easier if he was just Jamaica's capital. If this offends you, you have my greatest apologies. Now, I know Morgan's behavior is, like, super hyper mega OOC but you'll have to deal with it for a while. Don't worry, tho, he won't be like that for the entire story.

Disclaimer: I'd love to lie to you that I do own criminal minds, but if I did so, I would need a really good lawyer so I'll just tell you the truth. I do not own Criminal Minds or Jamaica's capital city.

Enjoy!

Spencer Reid entered the bullpen ten minutes early, as always.

"Hi Emily, Morgan, JJ." he smiled at her.

"Hello, Reid." they answered him with smile almost as bright as his.

"What's going on?" Spencer asked curiously as he saw three people in Hotch's office.

"I don't know, they came here, like, half an hour ago and they're still talking. They're from CIA or something." answered Morgan. "Whoa, dude, you're pale. Did you sleep?" he asked.

Spencer indeed was pale. 'What is CIA doing here?' he wondered and begged for them not to recognize him. Before he got a chance to answer Morgan, Hotch went out of his office.

"Conference room, now." he said.

When everyone was in, the CIA guys entered. It was hard for Spencer not to make a move which would be considered suspicious.

"Hello, my name is John Kingston, this is Simon and Scarlett Blue. We are here to represent our unit and ask you for help with our case." Spencer's previous chief introduced.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Aaron Hotchner and these are Jennifer Jerrau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid." they all nodded their hellos.

"We will now introduce the main points you have to know about our case. Twelve years ago we have caught a highly dangerous psycho, Doctor Carl Setton." he made a longer pause. All it took for Spencer to get from pale to even paler was the name of that guy. All the horrible images came back, he remembered—no—he'd been made to remember all the things he did to him during the whole five years. Simon looked at him carefully as if asking if he's okay. Spencer nodded slightly. "He got away two days ago. We believe he's after a certain someone who he was experimenting on."

"Excuse me, I will go make myself a coffee, who wants some?" asked Reid, knowing he wouldn't be able to listen to this any second longer.

"I want in fact." answered Simon, knowing what was bothering the young genius.

"Come with me, I'll show you where you can get some, unless you want me to make you one?" he asked shyly.

"I'll go." he answered shortly. When they entered the small kitchen and made sure no one was looking and no one could see, Simon hugged him tightly, trying to stop the young boy from entering the panic-attack-stage.

"Come on, just breathe, slowly, we're here, he won't get you, we'll catch him, deep breaths, like that. That's right, here you go." he repeated the mantra until he was sure the boy calmed down a little.

"Why did you come to us? It will be hard to keep the secret while you're here and we're hunting that particular psycho guy, who apparently is all after me." he asked while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I know it will be hard, but we will manage. Are you doubting us?" Simon smiled playfully.

"How can you even imply that?" Spencer laughed.

"Nice vest, by the way. I guess you really play genius boy now?"

"I am the genius boy. And me wearing vests and sweaters is Kingston's last will." they both laughed at that and came back to the meeting room.

"All right, back to the case. We suspect someone helping him with his escape. We have no idea who he might be working with nor where he is hiding. We do have cameras' tapes though."

"We'd like to see them." Hotch asked.

"Of course." answered Kingston and played the tape. They watched as the crazy doctor takes the key out, opens the gate with it and walks towards the unfamiliar room.

"Isn't that where you hide dead bodies or the ashes of them?" asked Spencer quietly. Kingston nodded.

"What would he want from the dead bodies?" asked Morgan.

"Well, they aren't normal human's bodies. They are…" he stopped for a second to look all over the room, as if saying it would be something wrong. He seemed as if he couldn't say it.

"Mutant bodies." ended Scarlett for him. Chef just nodded, looking around the room.

"And there we go with the freaks again." stated Morgan, disgust on his face. That shocked the CIA's agents. Spencer looked just sad and didn't look up from where his sight was – on his lap.

"Do you have a problem with mutants?" asked Simon, clearly offended.

"Yeah, I don't like them. They act all high and mighty and as if they were better than us." Morgan answered, anger in his voice.

"They still are human beings. You have no right to offend every single mutant because you have a bad memories with one of them." stated Simon, his voice as cold as ice.

"No offence, man, but you know nothing about my experiences with these freaks. They keep talking about some Prince of Power, who the fuck is that? I mean, they all treat his appearance like he was some kind of God. I bet he's a scared kid who's using the power of media to spread the gossips about his 'power'. In reality he's nothing and his bitches are no better." Morgan huffed. Spencer looked like he couldn't possibly get any sadder at that moment, Hotch, Rossi, JJ and Emily looked pissed off by Derek's statement and CIA's guys looked determined somehow.

"You don't understand something, Playboy." Simon moved from beside the table and came closer to Morgan, looking down at the sitting man. "The guy he's after is the 'Prince of Power'. He kept him in his crazy laboratory for five years, cutting and exploring every piece of his body, not using anything to make the pain lessen. When we found them, the boy was only fifteen and had scars everywhere. He wouldn't speak to anyone because of the things—"

"Agents." Spencer suddenly cut off them both. "We are not here to talk about our opinions. We are here because a highly dangerous human has escaped with someone who probably knows CIA's structures and now many people are in danger. Please, let's talk about mutants and their rights later, not now when we have people to save." he whispered. Both men looked at the young man, one surprised, one understanding.

"Sorry, Dr. Reid. I didn't mean to—"

"Yeah, I know, let's move on with our case, people might die." he cut Simon's attempts to apologize with a smile. Everyone turned their attention back to the topic.

"Wheels up in thirty." Hotch ended. While everyone was leaving, Simon tucked something into Spencer's pocket which didn't go unnoticed by Morgan.

"Reid, I don't like these guys." he stated, not leaving his young genius the room to argue.

"I know, I know you have your rights in what you're saying. It doesn't mean, however, that he doesn't have his rights in what he is saying. Now, please, let me—" he didn't get the chance to end.

"He stuffed something into your pocket. I want to know what it is." Morgan cut him.

"Morgan, I really have to go…" Spencer tried to walk through the door but Derek saw his movements and stood in his way.

"Tell me. You know each other?" he demanded.

"Morgan, please…"

"No way in hell I'm letting you go before you answer my damn question!"

"Derek let me go, I really—" he was cut off by the laud slap and the hand that landed on his face. Next thing he noticed was him sitting on the floor, his hand caressing his cheek and Morgan standing over him.

"Answer my fucking question." He demanded again.

"Derek, please…" Spencer nearly whispered.

"You've been acting strangely since you've met them. Are you attracted to one of them? Maybe all? What is on that card? Meeting place? You're fucking two men at once? Huh? That's why you've been on his side this whole time you whore!?" he yelled, clearly infuriated.

"Hey! What the hell is going on in here!?" yelled Hotch, reentering the room. The whole two teams did the same as they heard the screams.

"It's nothing, Hotch." Spencer mumbled, getting up.

"Reid, tell me what happened." Hotch demanded.

"Can't you see it yourself? Please, Hotch, let's just go to the jet." he pleaded softly, picking up his messenger bag and walking out of the room.

'Sorry Simon, we will not meet to talk about our lives. Not today. I'm sorry.' he told Simon, using his telepathy.

'Is he your boyfriend? He doesn't treat you too well. Want me to talk to him?' Simon asked casually. Spencer turned around scared.

'Please, don't. It will only make things worse. It's really nothing I can't manage on my own.'

'As you wish, Princey. But I don't really like him so if he gets too much of the confidence don't feel troubled informing me about it.'

'He doesn't like you too, Sim.' he answered with a smile and added 'come on, they are waiting for you'.

"How do we know where he's going to strike first?" asked Emily on the jet.

"We don't know. That's why we need you and your profiling skills." Kingston answered politely.

"Well, it would be best if we knew anything about his first victim. Do you know where he is?" Spencer stirred at Rossi's request but covered it up pretty quickly so that no one could see.

"No, we don't know where he is. I do have his phone number though. He worked with us for a couple of years but then he quit." Kingston answered.

"Would you mind giving us the reason? And I'd like to call him once we land if that's not a problem." Hotch added not seeing how Spencer stirred again.

"I think it would be hard to make him agree to help us." Simon started slowly. "After all the kid went through I wouldn't be surprised if he committed suicide. I don't think he will be willing to help us catch the guy only to meet him again or worse." he stated.

"Why won't you tell us something about him? It would be easier to build a profile." Emily suggested. Not bad Spencer thought and nodded.

"Yes, it would help us understand why the unsub kept him that long, maybe even what he had done to him." he added, proud of how his voice sounded normally awkward. He earned three looks from his old team but pretended not to notice them.

"Well, you have everything in your case files though. We can tell you what happened but I'm pretty sure the boy is the only one who knows the whole truth. We will now tell you the truth we know." Kingston stated. He had to make sure they knew that their knowledge wasn't complete.

"Let's start with his childhood. His father sexually abused him, beat him and then left him and his sick mother when he was 10. Few months later three guys showed up, threatened that if he won't go with them, they would kill his mother so he went. That Setton guy wouldn't let him see her or even leave the room he was kept in. He just lived there, in that closed, dark place for 5 years. The psycho was experimenting on him without any painkillers, sedatives, because it would 'ruin the credibility of the test he would run on him. Even then would he only be worried about his mother. When we found him… oh my god… that was just heart-shattering. He wouldn't let us touch him or his mother. He started talking after a year, thanks to our agent Annie." he stopped to take a deep breath. He really didn't want to bring that up. He knew, he shouldn't continue or someone on his team plus Spencer would break down.

"If I understand it in the good way, something happened to her?" Hotch asked.

"Maybe she betrayed you? Left without a warning? Disappeared?" Morgan asked, suggesting the possible helper for the doctor psycho. That had started the fire.

"She's dead. She was our friend, a part of our family. She was also the one who opened the Princey. She was his girlfriend, the only one he loved then, aside for his mother." Simon said with his deathly calm voice.

"You've just called him Princey. You also said it took him a year to speak up. That means you knew him. Was he your friend?" Rossi asked, curiosity in his voice.

"He worked with us. We had a special mutant unit. We worked on the cases which involved mutants in some ways." Scarlett spoke up for the first time. Spencer sighed in relief. Her voice wasn't that different and she still wasn't breaking the eye-contact up while talking. As brave as always, Scarlet he thought.

"Mutant unit. Only mutants were working there?" Emily asked founding herself interested.

"Yes, Kingston not included." Simon answered.

"So you also are the mutants?" JJ stated. Scarlett and her husband nodded. The long snarl could be heard from the end of the jet, it was Morgan.

"Is there any problem with that?" Simon asked calmly.

"Are we supposed to work with you?" he snapped. "Look, no offence, but you almost fucked my boyfriend, snapped at me in the conference room and now you're telling me you're a mutant? Working with the CIA? What's next? Great choice, Reid." he said sarcastically. Everyone looked at him utterly shocked. Everyone but Spencer. He was just sitting there, tears hidden by his bangs, hands clenched on the file and it wasn't hard to see the boy was trying to stop the shakes that was starting to overwhelm his body.

It was already too much for him to bring up the memories and now his fucking 'boyfriend' is attacking him again… Simon thought as he stood up and slowly came closer to Derek.

"I believe there was a misunderstanding. I am one hundred percent hetero and, as you can see, I have a wife who I love more than my life or anything that exists in this world. It is kind of rude to jump up to the conclusion like that. I would appreciate it if you left the mutants alone, they already had they rough life because of who they are as if they had chosen it." he stated firmly, looking down at the sitting agent who looked up at him and smirked.

"What is your ability, Agent?" he asked, surprising all people inside the jet.

"Electricity manipulating." Simon answered, still remaining calm.

"How many people were hurt or died because of your mutation?" was the next question. Hotch tried to speak up, but was forced to stay silent by Kingston look.

"My mother died when she tried to help me with controlling it. Her last words were 'It was not your fault to be born like that. You are beautiful and sinless human being, honey.'" he answered but didn't end there. "Scarlett's power is telepathy and telekinesis. It took her six years to learn how to keep the voices out of her head. She was homeless before she did so. Her own parents were too afraid to keep her at home. She was twelve when they left her to die." he added. "A friend of mine was beaten to death because of his eyes. They were like aurora borealis." he took a step forward, nearer Derek. "He was thirteen and did his best to help his father get over his wife's death. When he died, the father committed suicide." he stopped to look into Derek's eyes. "Shall I continue?" he asked calmly. The other man didn't answer. "I'll take it as a no. The last thing. Your boyfriend is too special to be with someone like you. You should treasure him more or you can lose him one day." he added, leaning towards Derek and then got back into his seat.

"You didn't have to add the last part. I didn't considered him as my boyfriend even once."

A/N: Pam Pam paaaaaam. Next update next week! See ya then~