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The Abby of Thelema Ch. 5

Derek looked around the room with wide eyes.

The seen in front of him was pure savagery.

The couches were shredded and overturned, the television lay face down and smoking, and every mirror in the small suite had been smashed.

Bits of glass crunched under his boots as he stepped farther into the room, and he almost laughed at the mini fridge sticking out of the far wall, but his heart nearly stopped when his eyes reached the large bed in the center of the room.

Reid slept on peacefully, blissfully unaware of his surroundings.

He was naked and covered in a thick sheen of sweat, sprawled on his stomach, a thin red sheet barely coving his lower half. His hair was tousled, puffy and sticking out in multiple directions, but the worst were the bruises.

Derek touched his burning skin, immediately more alarmed. He rolled the young man slowly, finding more bruises on his neck chest and abdomen.

He was afraid to look further down so he examined the readily visible marks.

'Hickeys,' he thought.

The profiler looked at his watch and realized that the police would probably be kicking in the room door at any moment; no one even slightly conscious could have missed the sound of the room being destroyed.

Derek quickly gathered Reid's clothes and phones in his bag. He capped the needle and put the drugs in his jacket pocket.

Then he wrapped Reid securely in the thin crimson sheet, lifting him easily to cradle his head against his shoulder, and walked quickly to the back of the motel.

He wondered frantically how he would get them both out and manage to dodge the swarm of DC police he knew was on the way.

The answer was provided for him when a small black SUV skited to a stop in front of him.

The door opened and Derek's mouth fell open in question. "Get in," the woman yelled.

"As you can probably guess, Hot Stuff, this would be one of those reasons I'm on "The List"," Garcia chuckled in to her phone. "I have Reid's last cell phone usage site at Independence and third. Let me know how if you need anything else."

"Thanks Baby Girl."

"Morgan...is Reid going to be okay?"

Derek closed his eyes and took a breath, "I hope so".

He hung up and continued driving.

A few minutes later he slowed to a stop in front of an ATM. "Reid," he mumbled to himself. "Where the hell are you."

Three blocks down the road he caught sight of a short black clad woman coming out of a poorly named motel.

It was the pilot that helped Reid off the plane.

Derek parked and got out of the car. Dodging traffic he quickly made is way across the street, but the woman was gone.

Morgan looked around. It wasn't a bad part of town. Checking this place out would be a start.

Mandy greeted him with a worried smile. "Ugh, hi, how can I help you?" Her eyes darted around the room.

Morgan narrowed his eyes and pulled out a picture of Reid. "Have you seen this man..."

They both jumped at the loud crash that echoed down the hall.

Morgan immediately drew his gun. "Stay here," he instructed the girl as he moved quietly down the narrow corridor.

The crashing continued until he stood directly in front of room number 6.

"FBI," he called and the thrashing immediately stopped.

Morgan kicked in the door...

"Who are you," he asked the short woman as she sped down the highway.

"We need to cool his temperature before he suffers brain damage."

She was absolutely beautiful. Dark chocolate skin with light honey eyes and long curling locks flowing down and off her shoulders.

She seemed deeply familiar, but besides where he'd seen her the last two days he couldn't place her face.

"Your place or mine?" She looked at Derek expectantly. "You're right. We'll go to one of your houses." She smiled, "that one just across the river is beautiful. We'll go there."

"I need to make a call," Derek said furrowing his thick eyebrows. He tried to stay calm. This woman seemed to know a lot about him. But there was something about her, something oddly maternal in the way she spoke to him. And her sent. She smelled like honeysuckle, sweet and warm. His mind was starting to ease and he took another deep breath. "I..."

"You need to call Agent Hotchner, I understand. But I'd ask you to keep the conversation brief. Just let him know you found Reid and he's okay. You can tell him where you're taking him but I need you to make him believe you have a hold on the situation. We don't want him looking any farther into this." She looked at him, "Okay."

Derek stared at her for a moment. 'Her eyes,' he thought. 'They're...'

"Agent Morgan?"

"Yea, okay." Derek looked down at Reid still sleeping in his arms. He rubbed a finger against his heated cheek and frowned.

The woman spoke aloud, "Agent Horchner, cell," and the car dialed the number.

When they pulled up outside Derek's house his car was already in the driveway, but he followed the small woman inside with several unspoken questions hanging on his lips.

She led him upstairs to the master bathroom where a tall Asian man was filling the bathtub with cold water.

"It's going to be a shock for him but it's the quickest way to lower his temperature."

Derek raised an eyebrow at the feminine voice. She, had a thick accent but her instructions were clear. "We will find something for him to wear."

As she passed him she reached into his pocket and pulled out the drugs. "And we will hold on to these."

Derek nodded and walked Reid over to the tub. He heard the door close behind him and he carefully laid Reid down on the floor. He frowned at Reid's prominent ribs and hip bones.

"Forgive me kid...but I think a hospital would do more harm than good right now."

Derek inspected the hickeys on Reid's neck and torso.

The marks seemed random, and he took a deep breath before removing the blanket from his lower half.

Derek closed his eyes and looked away. There were large hand shaped bruises all over his thighs.

He gathered his strength and looked again. The marks were clearly hand shaped, but there was no blood, no sign of trauma, just deep angry bruises.

It was as if someone had spread his legs and just...stared...squeezing his thighs...watching.

"Son of a Bit..."

"Mor...Morgan," Spencer panted, slowly opening his rolling eyes.

"I'm here, I right here Reid."

"Wha...what happened," Spencer's eyes were wet with tears. "It's so...hot," he licked his lips.

"Shit, I almost forgot. Reid you have a serious fever...I have to cool you down. Just hold on this is going to be cold." Derek picked Spencer up and placed him quickly in the frigid tub.

"Morgan! Oh my God its cold! It's cold! Please," Spencer thrashed in the water but Derek held him firmly by the shoulders.

"Kid! You're going to have brain damage if we don't bring your temperature down! Hold still," he yelled.

Spencer found himself to weak to put up a real fight and his muscles quickly failed him. He squeezed his eyes shut crying softly and Derek couldn't tell the splashed water from his tears.

A while later, when Spencer had resigned himself to his teeth chattering, Derek decided to begin the conversation he'd been dreading since the plane. He reached over to the side of the tub, grabbing a cloth and the herb smelling soap.

"Why Reid, why did you do it," he asked slowly beginning to wash him.

The long haired man shivered, "I...I need it...Morgan. It hel...helps me for...forge..."

"Reid," Derek shook him slightly. "Reid answer me, look at me." The thin man's eyes rolled shut and he began to sink in to to the murky water, but Derek caught him just as the honey eyed woman extended a hand holding a large white towel.

"Here," she said reaching into the tub to pull the stopper. Derek stared up at her for a moment, when had she come into the room? He lifted Spencer under his arms like a child and the woman wrapped the towel around his shoulders. Derek pulled the towel closer around Reid, lifting him bridal style, and touched his forehead to his chin he felt the clamminess of Reid's skin.

The short woman beside him smiled sweetly.

Derek sighed, "his temperature's down, but I'd like to take it. Do you have a thermometer?"

"Come with me." He followed her in to the adjacent master bedroom and Derek looked around confused.

'I didn't design this', he thought.

Vermilion colored furniture stood out against hazel walls, and heavy amber drapes obscured the windows. In the middle of the room sat a large black canopy bed, it's soft drapes blowing gently with an unseen breeze.

"There are pajamas on the bed for both of you. He's probably going to be out for a while, but when he wakes up he's going to need to eat...otherwise we'll have to feed him intravenously."

Derek opened his mouth to speak but the woman held up a hand. "I know you have a lot of questions. But you should take this opportunity to get some rest, you're going to need it."

Morgan laid Reid down on the bed and turned to watch the woman walk to the door. "Can you at least tell me your name?"

"My name is Lenora. My companion is called Chan-Juan Zhin Zongxian." Derek stared at her. "You can call her Zhin," she laughed. "The thermometer is in the night stand. We'll check on you later."

She closed the door behind her.