A/N: SO a few changes gonna happen throughout the next few chapters in hopes of making this more interesting. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free. I don't want to bore anyone or make this story redundant. Is this story getting boring? Please give me feedback. If your suggestion fits the story, and I am able to write it in, I certainly will. Thanks for all the review, follows, favs. Much appreciated guys!

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Day Nineteen

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Nothing.

For the past what?, 3 weeks? absolutely nothing had occurred.

The room had stayed dark, cold, and exceptionally empty. The unsub had retained the pattern of refilling his food and water every three days. Reid both dreaded and yearned for those days. For the opportunity to fight back, attempt to escape, Anything.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the unsub remained a mystery, always managing to slip in and out of his small prison unnoticed.

That frightened Reid.

He had been trapped for so long now, he felt his mind fading and his body reverting back to it's basic and primitive instincts. He no longer yearned for his mother, his friends, though he thought of them. He yearned to survive. Craved the idea of one day escaping, no longer being held captive.

At this point, all he wanted, was to be free.

.

Night and day were no longer distinguishable; it was always dark. It no longer mattered.

Eat.

Sleep.

It seemed to be all he did anymore.

He felt himself slipping, crossing a line he knew he wouldn't be able to come back from. Ever?

He felt himself loosing who he was, he dwelled the moments when he surely would give into temptation and finally succumb to utter insanity. Complete insanity.

He had not totally lost it yet. Yet.

But then came the day, this day. Day 19, where something changed. He had fallen asleep, only to find the number had changed. He had found that something else had changed as well.

The room was no longer empty. He walked along side the walls, as he usually did, tracing his fingers in the dirty brick to find that something had been put inside with him. Something sleek, and smooth. Shaped like a box.

It was the first time, in what seemed like an eternity, did Reid finally reach into his mind and form a coherent thought.

Television.

Thats what it was, wasn't it?

He had touched it some more, further affirming his suspicion. His fingers grazed over it's edges, ran over and felt every inch.

He looked for buttons, for wires, anything remotely diverse and intricate to occupy his interest.

Nothing.

Soon his interest in this mysterious television faded, and Reid leaned back on his heels just staring blindly in the darkness, pretending to watch a show.

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Day Twenty

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Staring. Just staring.

That's all he could do.

He pretended the television was on, pretended to be back at home watching his favorite show. What was it again? He strained to think, remembering seemed to be so difficult now. Doctor Who. He felt himself smile slightly and warm at the thought. And who had he watched it with?

Garcia! The memories of late night Doctor Who marathons came back to him and suddenly Reid felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Thought he would never feel again.

It was a sensation that he missed, craved to feel again.

Happiness.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and held onto the memory, wanting to never let it go.

It filled the void that was filling inside him, the emptiness. Why had he pushed these memories away, how had he almost forgotten?

Never let it go. He smiled, remembering another moment in which he and Garcia had stayed up for the whole weekend, just laughing at the Doctor.

Laughing.

He missed laughing, missed hearing the sound of Garcia laugh and seeing her wide, bright, radiant smile.

And as quickly as that feeling had come, it had left and was replaced with an overwhelming sadness Reid knew would remain.

He hadn't cried since he had arrived, had managed to hold on to that little shard of dignity, and yet, he couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Couldn't hold back the sobs. He had held everything in for far to long. He was alone, in an endless darkness, indefinitely.

Why not cry?

At that every moment, the television turned on.

The bar was packed tonight, filled to the brim with males, females, and anything over and in-between.

It was extremely lucky when Morgan and Reid found a seat amongst the sea of people.

Before he even hit the chair, Morgan had managed to get phone numbers from four beautiful girls. He smiled at the lopsided phone numbers muddled on the napkins, before stuffing them in his jean pocket.

He grinned at Reid's incredulous expression.

"You know you want it?" Morgan teased, cocking his head to the side. "You want the secret, you know you do."

Reid huffed, "Secret? What the secret of attracting whores and sluts. Yeah, no thanks." He reached forward and took a large drink of his beer. Morgan frowned.

"Kid, you okay? What's that talk all about?"

"Talk? You think this is talk? Derek listen, if I wanted to go home with any of these woman, I could. If we wanted to see who could go home with more phone numbers tonight, I would beat you by a landslide. I'm just...not in the mood."

Morgan sat up, his jaw hanging slightly open. "Oh I see. Well kid, if thats how you feel, then how about a little friendly competition. Who ever can get more phone number before this place closes, officially is the smoothest guy."

"...'officially is the smoothest guy.'" Reid repeated, mockingly. "Yeah, no thanks. How about a bet. Hundred bucks to see who gets more with in the next hour. You game?"

Morgan smiled, standing up form the table. He stuck his hand out for Reid to shake. "It's so on."

"Anyone...bored yet?" Ben sighed. He ran his long fingers through his brown curls and yawned. "So what's the score so far? 1? 2?" He looked around at the team for a response. "Anyone?"

"3." Emily said cooly.

"3?" Ben repeated, imitating Emily's hard expression and tone. "3 out of 4 questions, correct. That's pretty good. You ready for 6 more? Gosh what a number, so many chances to answer questions..incorrectly."

Ben turned to Reid, who had been silent. The wounds on his chest were deep, ugly, and would scar nicely. COWARD. Now little Spencer could never forget it! He would reward Garcia later on.

He made a tsk tsk sound with his lips and sighed once again. "What to do? What to do?" He gazed around the room. "It's just so hard to think, what can I do? What torture can be so horrible to little Reid hear that it out ranks, little Garcia's? Huh?"

Garcia whimpered, and curled into herself further.

"Man, I am actually stumped." Ben admitted. "Any of you have an idea?"

Not surprisingly, no one offered any suggestions.

"Very well. Let's just sit here and I don't know..." Ben pulled out his switch blade. "...cut Spencer's tongue out. Sounds fair?"

The other's screamed and protested.

"That's what I thought," Ben replied, snapping the blade shut and stowing it back inside his pocket. "Now someone give me a damn idea!"

Morgan spoke up, "Ask me a question. I haven't had a... turn yet."

Ben turned to Morgan, and smiled cooly. "Yes Agent Morgan, your right. And you know, now that I think of it, a great question has just come to mind.

Morgan raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He would not be intimidated by Ben.

"Morgan, Morgan, Morgan..."Ben tapped his cheek for emphasis. "You are going to be a whole lot of fun.

He watched Morgan hopping from girl to girl receiving phone numbers, slaps and drinks to the face left and right. He was a wet, but handsome hot mess, desperately working to prove his sexuality by outscoring Reid and claim the hundred bucks.

Was it working?

So far exactly fifteen minutes had passed and Morgan had received approximately seven phone numbers from both woman...and men. At this point, he didn't seem to care. Reid watched him carefully, never moving from his seat at the bar, drink in hand.

He was enjoying this far to much to miss.

"Come on little brother...sit up!" Ben yelled.

Reid groaned in response.

"Come on Spencer, I know your not going to want to miss this!" Ben unraveled the wire from around his wrist and ankles and pushed Reid into a sitting position. He held him roughly in his hands, keeping him upright when he began to sway.

"Don't fall over Spence, or I shoot someone," Ben threatened, unclasping his hands roughly from around Reid's arms. Reid doubled over to throw up, but did not hit the floor. "Nice," Ben replied sarcastically. His face contorted in disgust at the sight of the bile that dripped to the floor. Seeing as he hadn't eaten in a long time, he began dry heaving, spitting up stomach acid and the small amount of food that remained in his stomach. "Ok gross. Finish that up and pay attention ok? I know your going to remember this!"

Reid took another sip, and sighed. Morgan was on girl number 14 with only ten more minutes to go. Reid chuckled. He tried to hide the smile when Morgan came over.

"Kid, how many you got? You have been sitting here for the whole night."

"A few. Don't worry. You better keep going," Reid gestured to his watch. "Tick tock. Only a few more minutes."

"Morgan smirked as he turned away. He didn't see Reid flip him off or hear him say "*****..." under his breath.

Morgan was such an idiot. He really was.

He snorted at the sight of him getting a hard smack to the face by one of the girls, he was trying to hit on, forgetting he had already gotten her number.

Three more minutes to go. He ordered another drink.

He would win. He already knew, he was just counting down the seconds.

Reid finally stopped dry heaving, much to Ben's dismay. As much as he didn't like throw up (who does? Its nasty!) he liked seeing his brother holding his stomach, desperately gaping for air. It gave him a rush.

However, now that everyone was paying their full, undivided attention...It seemed like the perfect time to get back in the groove of things.

"Now agent Morgan, remember that night you and Reid went to the bar, after that long case in Mississippi. It was a real busy night, and all you really wanted to do was hang out, relax, and have a drink with your "boy", as you had said." Ben gaged slightly. "Well do you remember what we did that night? What was it again..."

Morgan rushed over to Reid, just as the clock struck twelve. A huge smile was plastered all over his handsome face; he couldn't seem to contain it. He took the empty seat next to Reid, and ordered another drink. His face was a deep red, and darkened ovals stained his shirt under his large, muscular arms.

"18." Morgan produced proudly. He pulled the napkins from his back pocket and threw them down on the counter.

Reid took another drink, saying nothing.

"Come on kid, how many you get. You couldn't have beat that?" Morgan laughed. Reid put down his drink, and raised an intrigued eyebrows at his friends confidence. he pursed his lips, working to hide the smile that desperately wanted to present itself.

"18? Really?" Reid reached into his back pocket, pulling out an even larger stack of napkins. "Count again."

Morgan's eyes went wide, his jaw went slack. He didn't say, do, or even breath for about five minutes straight. Even when he began sputtering, gesturing madly, yelling even, his shock and disbelief still remained.

A whole ten minutes passed before he formed a coherent sentence, and even then it still wasn't too...

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Morgan bellowed. His fingers raced through Reid's small pile madly, counting desperately. He sat back in his seat when he finished, the number still not fully comprehendible.

"How many?" Reid pressed, lightly.

"21." Morgan replied simply, still dazed. "You got 21."

Reid flicked through his piled carelessly, "It would seem so."

Finally Morgan seemed to shake off his shock. He pulled out his wallet, took out 1 bill and handed it to Reid. "I don't know how you did it. But nice going." Morgan clapped him on the back.

Reid smiled. "Here the lease I can do is buy you a drink." He got the bartenders attention and ordered them another round of beers.

Morgan smiled and laughed. "Man kid, when did you become so much fun?"

Morgan felt sick inside. He remembered that night. It was a memory so profound, one he could never forget.

It was the one that held the most shame, the most guilt out of everything.

It was the time in which he had accepted Ben, accepted the change in Reid and had enjoyed it.

He had never forgotten what he had said.

"I see you do remember," Ben replied upron seeing Morgans horrified expression. "I'm happy you do, wasn't that just a whole lot of fun?"

Morgan stayed silent, not daring to meet any ones gaze.

"Oh don't be shy Derek." Ben said. "How about we tell everyone what you said to me that night. You remember don't you?"

Morgan shook his head fiercely, though he knew it was too late.

"Oh come one, don't be like that," Ben chided. He pulled out his revolver. His finger hovered over the trigger. A little more forcefully he repeated, "You remember, don't you?"

Morgan took a deep breath. He forced himself to make eye contact with Ben. "Yes."

"Well good." Ben said. "Now tell them. What was it that Morgan said to a crazy psychopath like myself, hmmm."

His gaze didn't waver, neither did his voice. "I said th-"

"Wait!"

"What is it?" Morgan growled.

Ben responded, "No no, this isn't right. You can't be looking at me when you say this, can you? No! Look at Reid. Say it to his face."

"You sick, twisted bas-"

"Now!" Ben yelled, he pointed the gun at Hotch after clicking off the safety.

Morgan lowered his eyes to where Reid sat. He couldn't bring himself to look at his friends ruined body, the word that was permanently scrawled over his chest. He did however maintain eye contact with him, with his hardened, empty gaze.

The guilt and shame reappeared, overwhelmingly so.

"When did you become so much fun?"

Reid didn't react, or at least tried not to. But as Morgan stared in his eyes, those almost completely blank eyes, he saw something. Saw something, saw something Reid knew he had seeb, though tried to hide.

Reid looked away.

Ben laughed. "Now, who's next?"

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