JJ walked through the bullpen just as Morgan was returning to his desk. "Morgan, we're meeting in the conference room now."
They walked in together and Morgan took a seat while JJ walked to the head of the table.
"Where's Reid?" Hotch asked.
"The last time I saw him, he was showing his dad where the restroom was." Morgan replied.
"No--" Rossi jumped out of his chair and rushed out of the room.
Seeing his frantic action, both Morgan and Hotch ran to join him. Worry began to burn in Morgan's stomach and he was afraid of what they would find. They arrived only moments after the older man and had stepped in to find him holding the large handicapped stall door open and staring at a crying Reid withdrawn into the corner.
Rossi slowly moved closer, but Reid only backed further into the corner and tried to become one with the wall.
"Here, let me try." Morgan said and stepped into the stall. He knelt down and reached his hand out toward his friend. "Hey there, Reid. Come on out. It's just us. You're safe, kid."
Tentatively Reid reached towards Morgan's hand. The tears were still flowing freely and Morgan could feel the pain that burned deep in the younger man's eyes. When the fingers touched his, they grabbed on tightly and he slowly began pulling the sobbing man out of the corner. He was finally in reach, so Morgan raised his other hand--ready to wrap it around the thin shoulders. But he was shocked when Reid started hitting him in the chest with his fists.
"Why?," Spencer hiccuped, but kept pounding away at the older man.
Morgan tried to grab the wrists without hurting his friend. "Reid, stop it."
"Why?"
"Why what?" Morgan was confused at this turn of events. Spencer was sobbing hysterically and the pounding fists were growing weaker.
"Why didn't you stop him?"
Morgan finally understood and when the pounding fists turned and grabbed his dark red t-shirt, he pulled him into a tight hug.
"Let's take him to my office." Hotch said.
Derek struggled to get Spencer loose enough to stand up. When they were standing he had to reach over and fasten up the younger man's pants. He looked over at Rossi and Hotch and saw that they both knew what he had just done.
When they exited the restroom, Hotch wrapped his arm around the other side of Reid and helped Morgan walk him back to his office.
Morgan sat down with Reid still clinging to him on the couch. Rossi reached over to the desk and grabbed the box of tissues and held it out to Reid. The young man's face was a mess. It was streaked with tears and snot running from his nose. The soft brown eyes were red and puffy and ringed by the ever present but extra dark circles.
When Spencer did not take a tissue, Rossi knelt down in front of him and began cleaning his face off. He softly asked, "How long?"
"Aft-ter we came back from Vegas."
Rossi held the younger man's gaze. "He did it when you were little, too." This only succeeded in bringing on another round of whole body sobs. Spencer turned into Morgan and wrapped his arms around the other man.
"Shh, it's going to be okay now. He's never going to hurt you again." He continued soothing his friend until he fell asleep.
Hotch pulled out a blanket and pillow from his cabinet. "Here, lay him down and we can talk in Rossi's office." The two men got their youngest settled and then all three went next door.
"You knew, Dave." Hotch accused.
"No, not for sure."
"What do you mean he knew?" Morgan demanded.
"Keep your voice down." Hotch insisted.
"I didn't know for sure, Morgan. When he went to that hypnotherapist--" Rossi hesitated before continuing. "At one point, he remembered being in his room and his father came in. He started getting agitated and she asked him what was happening. He said that he didn't want to be there and he was on the verge of tears."
"Oh, god." Morgan whispered.
"She didn't pursue it because it wasn't related to the case. I tried to get him to talk to me but he said he didn't remember what I was talking about." The older profiler sat down in his chair and put his head in his hands. "I wished I would have pushed it. I wish he would have told someone what his father was doing now."
"Reid would never say any thing to any of us about this." Hotch said.
"He once accused me of betraying him. Then he said he should have known because any time he trusted someone it was always thrown back in his face." Morgan sat down in the chair across from Rossi and clenched his fists on his legs. He wanted to hurt someone but that someone was no where to be seen at the moment. Besides, he knew his best friend lying in the next room needed him to be here. "So what are we going to do? We can't let him get away with this."