Hi there, my sweet, perfect lollipops! I loved your reviews, reading them gave me motivation to write the next chapter. Even though I am not sure how the things will go after this, I do have some ideas, but maybe you'll come out with better ones so give me your thoughts.

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"Sleep well, kiddo." Kingston murmured softly and put the blanket over the young genius. After ten minutes he heard the knock and mumbled 'come in' looking in the newcomer's direction.

"How is he?" Simon asked, closing the door right after he got in. Before Kingston managed to answer, Blue was hit with the strong telepathic wave of clear pain. "Holly fuck, kid, stop it!" he breathed and picked up the extra helmet that Kingston handed him. "I guess he's really bad if the wave is so strong?" he asked after he regained composure.

"He came to the right conclusion." Kingston stated.

"What do you mean?" the man looked at him curiously.

"We assumed that the doc lost him, right? But then, how did we miss that it wasn't certain?" he asked.

"Do you think he'll come here?" he asked.

"Who knows. He will probably want Spence to suffer so he'll hurt his loved once in front of him." Kingston concluded.

"Shit, why him… I mean. look at him… He's so innocent." Simon gestured towards sleeping boy and Kingston just nodded his agreement before Spencer's eyes shot open.

"What happened?" he asked immediately, looking at them.

"You had a panic attack and fainted. Can we put the helmets down? I must say, as much as I'd like Kingston to let me photograph him, I don't think we would have a good explanation to this." he said, showing his head and helmet. Spencer smiled and nodded.

"I don't think you will have to ask me to help you since Setton already knows where I am." he sighed, standing up. "I still don't want anyone to think about me like a freak. We'll lure Setton into the building and you'll leave me there to deal with him. No one shall disturb us." Spencer concluded.

"We will not let you face him alone." Kingston protested. Spencer grinned at him.

"I know… I just tried to talk you into letting me handle this." he laughed and left the room, walking into another one.

"What do we have?" he asked, sitting down.

"Nothing new so far…" Emily answered, biting her lower lip.

"We might find something new if we study his behavior again." young genius suggested.

"What do you mean?" Hotch looked at him curiously.

"We gained quite much information on what kind of person he is. We can use it to get into his head. Until now we tried to figure where he would strike but I think we started from the wrong side. Instead of figuring out his next move, we should treat him as every unsub we have dealt with so far." he explained, his speech going faster and faster, trying to keep up with his rushing mind.

"So we need to profile him. Where do we start, genius boy?" Rossi asked, relieved that his young doctor was all right. Or he seemed to be, at least. Spencer looked at him for a moment, smiled shyly and moved towards the board.

"He's a scientist but also a psychopath. He wouldn't let his experiment subject go like that. We need to assume that he kept an eye on him this whole time. And who does that?" he asked.

"Sadists, narcissists, stalkers." Emily recited.

"Exactly. If we assume he's a sadistic narcissist, what do we know about him?" he continued, writing on the board rapidly.

"Why are we excluding a stalker?" Derek asked.

"Think about it. If he was, his behavior wouldn't be as collected. He would do everything it takes to take the Prince away from his hiding spot. He wouldn't be so collected and careful. He would kidnap one of his loved, use them against the target. He would've already given us a sign that he's here and that everything we know, he knows." Spencer answered, gaining two proud looks from Simon and John. He was able to control the fear boiling inside him and not show any weak points.

"All right, so this tells us he may be hiding in the place he is familiar with, most probably in the laboratory he was keeping the Prince." Hotch stated and everyone nodded in agreement. "Do we know where that is?" he asked John.

"Yes, we do." Kingston answered, grim look on his face. He wished he wouldn't have to go to that place ever again and that he wouldn't have to bring Spencer there.

"We'd like to go there. Wheels up in twenty." Hotch ended, standing up and gathering his stuff. Everyone went to prepare for the trip. Everyone except Morgan and Spencer.

"What do you want?" Spencer asked coldly. He didn't have a chance to get out of the room because of the firm grip on his wrist.

"I'm sorry." was the answer. When the younger boy turned to face Morgan, his eyes looked nothing but surprised.

"Yeah, right." he laughed. "But do you have any reason to be sorry for? I was the one who had put the hopes up. You haven't done anything to be sorry for. Well, maybe except the punch back at Quantico." Spencer smiled but didn't give Morgan a chance to speak up. "If that's all, I'd like you to let me go."

"I can't do that." Derek answered, his voice calm yet with no emotion evident. "You know that I can't let you go again." he murmured, getting closer to the young genius who stepped back cautiously.

"Morgan, stop it." he whispered. But he knew Derek would do anything but stop.

"Just listen to me, okay?" Derek growled, startling the boy slightly. When Spencer nodded, Derek loosened the grip. "I presumed some things wrong, I get it. I get how much you're doing for me, I get how little I do for you. I get how bad you hurt because of me. I get you don't want me to go away, but I keep hurting you, kid, and I don't want to." he stuttered, not really sure if what he was saying was right. One look at Spencer's face told him it isn't. But it was too late to stop the words from flowing out. "Don't look at me like that. I'm doing this for you, Spencer. This is the end…" he said and walked out, leaving Reid stunned. What? Did I do something wrong? Did I do something to make him angry? No, I'm sorry, come back, Derek, come back, I'm sorry, I'll change! he let his guard down and one tear fell accidentally. He quickly wiped it off and went out of the room as well.

They split up to three SUVs: Hotch, Morgan, JJ and Rossi in the first, Emily, Scarlett and Garcia in the second and Simon, Kingston and Spencer in the last one. That way, Morgan was as far from mutants and Spencer as possible.

"I wish Scarlett was here so that she could tell us what happened." Simon sighed, looking at Spencer for the hundredth time in ten minutes of silence.

"I would've shown you if you weren't driving." he answered simply.

"Come on, if you are gentle I won't feel anything and you can easily drive using one of your powers." Simon laughed bitterly.

"Simon, I know you're upset that I didn't tell you about me being the Prince, but please, you have to understand it's not the right time to be upset about it." Spencer sighed, not liking the way it was going to.

"I don't say I'm upset but you could've at least told me."

"Yeah, right, it's such a great idea. Do you know what you would be made to do with me? Find the Prince of Power and take his power away so that we can create more mutants with it."

"I was you friend and you thought I would've sold you out? Way to go, Spencer Reid." he snickered.

"Oh come on, Simon, don't act like your wife was the only living telepath. There are so many more mutants possessing telepathy it wouldn't surprise me if one day they'd know everything you know about me." he huffed, successively hushing Simon for the rest of the ride.

When they'd reached the place, it took every ounce of Spencer's will to get out of the car and get to The Place. The Place he had been held in for so long. The Place he wasn't able to live as a normal human being. The Place of bad memories. The Place—

"Reid, are you all right?" Hotch asked, bringing the kid back to the reality.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." he mumbled, not looking at anyone, gaining worried looks from his previous team.

"Good. Could someone check if there's someone down there?" Hotch continued, looking down at the entrance to Spencer's private Hell.

"No one's there. Not now. I can tell they were here twenty minutes ago at best." Scarlet said.

"So they can still be somewhere here, observing us?" Emily summed, looking over her shoulder as if looking for someone watching her.

"I don't know…" Scarlet answered, confused. Everyone looked at her, not understanding and their facial expressions were clearly asking 'why don't you know?'

"They might've covered up their existence somewhere near us. They might be watching us, but they might as well be running as far away as possible." she answered their questioning looks.

"Is that doctor a mutant as well?" Rossi suddenly asked. Spencer paled for a hundredth time this day, Simon and Kingston looked angry and Scarlet had a very sad expression on her face.

"Well…" Scarlet started, suddenly not feeling so confident anymore. "He's not a natural mutant being… Due to the experiments he'd been running on the Prince, he had gained a part of every mutation the Prince possessed then." she explained, looking down at the ground.

"Wouldn't it be easier for him to die? Wouldn't be hunting down a psycho…" Morgan mumbled to himself yet loud enough for everyone to hear him quite clearly.

"Don't start again, Agent Morgan…" Simon growled, annoyed by the black man's appearance.

"Why? Don't I have the right to say what I think?"

"Morgan." Hotch warned.

"What, Hotch?" he snapped. "We're working the 'case' but no one has died so far. No one has been kidnapped. The only one in danger is the fucking Prince and he deserves it so badly." he hissed.

"Oh my God, will you please shut up and stop being an idiot, Morgan!" Spencer groaned, so very annoyed with his ex-boyfriend's behavior "You're acting like a child! Stop it, we all know that you hate mutants, but these here didn't do anything, anything to give you the reason to hate them. And the Prince? You don't even know him! You have no idea, what he is like, what kind of person he is and you decide that he deserves to suffer? What kind of monster does that make you?" he almost shouted these last words and ran down to the laboratory. He heard someone shouting after him, but he didn't care. He was so done, it couldn't possibly get any worse.

And that was where he was wrong. So painfully wrong…

"Why did he get so annoyed? I didn't insult him or anything…" Morgan mumbled, stunned at his ex-boyfriend outburst.

"Yeah, right. But I think everyone is fed up with your angry treating and he was the first one to snap." Emily snorted.

"Shouldn't we go after them?" Hotch asked but Scarlet quickly protested.

"No, you shouldn't. Kingston is good at what he's doing and if you get down there, you might destroy his hard work." she said and just after she ended her little speech, they've heard a horrible scream and everyone but Scarlet crumbled down to the floor, holding their heads in pain. When she realized, what was going on, she rushed to the laboratory.

"Spencer! Spencer wait! Don't go in there alone!" someone yelled after him but he wouldn't listen. Why would he? They came here to investigate. To catch that son of a bitch who took too many precious years, his mother, his happiness, his plans for the future from him. His life. And now, he was trying to take even more. Wasn't that just enough? How much was he going to take? How much was Spencer willing to give?

"FUCK!" he yelled, pushing the door which happened to be in front of him at the moment of his outburst.

"Spencer, not there!" Kingston shouted after him just before the boy collapsed to the ground. "Shit…" he managed, getting closer to the boy. "Spencer, cover your eyes, please, kid, cover your eyes…" he begged. But the genius was just kneeling there, looking at the room in front of him, his eyes wide-open, his mouth ajar.

"Spencer… look at me… Spen—argh!" he screamed as unbearably strong power crawled into his brain, making him fall to the ground, holding his head, trying to keep the pain away from him.

"Spen…cer… stop…" he managed to mumble before collapsing to the floor, unconscious. That was when Scarlet rushed down the stairs, closed the door in front of the genius.

"Spencer." she whispered, hugging him. "Spencer… You're hurting us… Please, stop…" she looked in his eyes. They were so scared, so terrified… "Hey, sweetie… You're safe with us… He won't hurt you, honey… You can stop protecting yourself from him, because you're not alone. We're here for you. To protect you, help you stand up when you fall, hold you when you're unable to stand on your own. You're not alone anymore…" she muttered softly, hugging him close, the flow of positive emotions making its way to Spencer's brain.

"I'm sorry…" he answered and every inch of pain stopped and. Feeling safe now, Scarlet fainted.

I never know where to stop the chapter so that you will be curious abut the next one and it never seems to work right. So, see you next week and happy Easter!