Look, another one! *laugh*

I think there is only going to be one more part to this. Don't worry, it ends happy for Morgan and Reid. :)

He yanked his wrist, twisting his hand and squeezing his thumb in, trying to free himself from the handcuffs. He knew if he broke his own thumb he could, but every time he contemplated it, he felt light headed and sick to his stomach.

He wished he could remember how he got here. The last thing he remembered was searching the backyard at the latest crime scene and then…

Then he had woken up naked, cuffed to a pipe, in a dark, damp basement. His head throbbed, but he couldn't find a wound on it. Had he been drugged? Had the Unsub been stuck at the scene, unable to get away before they arrived, or had he been waiting? Waiting for Reid?

He had fit the Unsub's type. Tall, thin, dark eyes and brown hair. Could it be possible the Unsub had set a trap for the young agent?

Reid jumped as a door was slammed upstairs, footsteps moving towards the top of the stairs. He whimpered as the door was flung open, light flooding the basement. He scooted closer to the wall as someone slowly descended the steps.

"Well, well, well," the man chuckled, walking over to the trembling Reid. "I see you finally woke up, beautiful."

"W-Where am I?" stuttered Reid. He shuddered as the man crouched down, his ice blue eyes staring into honey brown ones.

"You're home." The man reached out, running a hand up Reid's thigh.

"Please," pleaded Reid, trying to move away. "Please, let me go."

The hand on his thigh tightened. "Now why would I do that?"

Reid shook his head. "Please," he whimpered.

The man grinned, his eyes roving over the pale, exposed skin before him. "No," he said. "You're home, love. And you're staying right here."

Reid cried out as the man lunged forward, pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss, his hand sliding between Reid's legs and-

Reid woke with a start, gasping as he found himself staring into a pair of dark eyes. He took a deep breath as Clooney tilted his head, scooting closer to the edge of the couch Reid was lying on.

"Sorry, boy," said Reid quietly. "It was just a bad dream."

Clooney gave a whine, resting his chin on the cushion by Reid's face. With a small smile, Reid reached out a still shaky hand and scratched the dog's ear.

With a sigh, Reid pushed up off the couch and walked down the hall. Flipping on the light in the bathroom, he paused, staring at himself in the mirror.

His skin was almost translucently pale, except for the dark circles around his deeply sunken eyes. His hair was dull and stringy, tumbling down in his face. His hollow of his cheeks was deeper, his cheekbones jutting out sharply, much too sharply.

Tearing his gaze away, Reid plugged the tub, turning on the hot water. He pushed the door shut and peeled off his clothes, ignoring his reflection in the mirror. The tub was now full, so he turned off the water and climbed in, settling into the hot water with another sigh.

Sinking down until his head was resting on the back of the tub, Reid fought against his eyes drifting closed. Every time he did, he relived the events of that day.

He faintly heard the front door open and close, Clooney barking and rushing to greet them.

"Spencer?"

"In the bathroom," he called.

A few seconds later the door swung open, Morgan peering in. "Hey, pretty boy," he greeted softly.

Reid sat up, hugging his knees to his chest as Morgan slowly walked in and knelt beside the tub.

"How was your day?" asked Morgan, reaching out and tucking a damp strand of hair behind Reid's ear.

Reid sighed, resting his cheek on his knees. "Derek," he said quietly. "What if I never get better?"

Sadness flashed in Morgan's eyes. "Spencer," he breathed, slowly laying his hand on a thin shoulder, happy when Reid didn't jerk away. "It's only been a few weeks. And you're already doing better."

Reid shook his head. "I have nightmares about it every time I close my eyes, Hotch won't let me come back to work, I freak out if anyone makes a move without warning, and now even your dog is worried about me."

Morgan smiled slightly. "Of course Clooney is worried about you, pretty boy. He loves you, you're his buddy. You let him lay on the couch with you, you sneak him food off the table when you think I'm not looking-" Reid blushed slightly "-and you always pick out the best toys for him."

Reid also gave a small smile. "Derek, I'm scared." Morgan gently pulled one of Reid's arms free and clasped his cold hand. "I'm scared I'm going to be like this for the rest of my life," he whispered. "I miss what we had, before, but I-I'm scared of-of-"

"Spencer." Derek squeezed his shoulder softly. "You won't be like this forever. You will get better, you are getting better. You went through a traumatic experience, it takes time to heal, both mentally and physically."

"But what if it never gets back to how it was?"

Morgan leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Reid's bony shoulder. "Pretty boy, I wouldn't care if I had to sleep on the couch for the rest of our lives, I just want to be here for you. I love you, and we will get through this, I promise."

Reid squeezed the hand that was holding his. "I love you."

Morgan smiled. "How about some supper? I'll make spaghetti."

Reid smiled back. "Sounds good."

Morgan kissed his cheek. "Alright, pretty boy. I'll call you when it's ready," he said, standing up and leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Reid's smile lingered as he reached up and touched his cheek.

Maybe he could make it through this. As long as Morgan was by his side.