A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been awhile, but here I am. Answer to my last question:Spencer, obviously. He's adorkable 3

Chapter Three: Revealed

Morgan paces the length of the waiting room anxiously, pausing to stare at the closed door holding the small boy he had rescued from that damned basement. A phone rang suddenly, shattering the thick silence, and he turned away from the door to see Hotch pull his smart phone out of his blazer pocket. His boss answered the call, ignoring the dirty look he received from one of the nurses, and left the room to have his conversion.

The older agent returned a moment later, this lips tightened into a grim line. "They put an APB out on Leemack's car, but he hasn't turned up yet. He probably made a run for it as soon as he heard up coming."

Morgan scowled at that. "We'll get the bastard. I don't care how long it takes."

Hotch places a hand on Morgan's shoulder, professionalism be damned. "We will not let him get away with this."

Morgan opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the opening of a door. An elderly doctor stepped out of the aforementioned door and cleared his throat. "Agents? May I speak with you for a moment?"

The agents followed the doctor to a less crowded area of the room and l waited expectantly for him to speak.

"His name is Spencer Reid. He disappeared from Las Vegas when he was ten. He is now fifteen. He's covered in cuts and bruises, though luckily there is no threat if infection. His growing has been stunted, probably due to remaining in his cramped position for as long as he did. He's jaundiced, and probably has not seen son light in almost five years. What I am most worried about is his psychological health."

The doctor paused, took a deep breath, and continued. "He has been dehumanized to the point of not even knowing his own name, not to mention he suffers from severe PTSD."

"Did he touch him?" Morgan burst out suddenly. "Did that sick son of a bitch molest him?"

The doctor's stotic face softened slightly and he nodded, frowning. "Spencer was raped repeatedly during his stay. Nothing was permanently damaged, however, and he should make a full recovery."

"May we speak to him?" Hotch asked, a worried frown creasing his face.

The doctor nodded hesitantly, looking unsure. "I suppose. He is not in any life-threatening danger, though I must remind you to be very careful with him. His vocal chords are damaged, so don't ask him too many questions. He's on pain medication, so he will be sleepy and not entirely coherent."

The agents nodded their understanding and followed the doctor into the hospital room. Spencer was laying completely still in the hospital bed, looking small and fragile. His eyes darted between the three men, fear shining in the dark brown orbs.

"Spencer?" Morgan asked gently, staying as far away from the bed as he could manage in the small room. The boy flinched when he heard his name, glancing up at Morgan timidly before he lowered his eyes once more.

"Hey buddy. I know you're afraid, but we will not hurt you. I'm Derek, and this is my friend, Aaron. Is it okay if we ask you a few questions?"

Spencer nodded quickly, still refusing to meet the agent's eyes.

"Do you remember the bad man that took you?" Derek asked first.

Spencer nodded, his eyes darting around the room as if make sure he wasn't in the room with them.

"Do you know where be went?" Hotch inquired, adopting the soft tone he only ever used with Jack.

"Work," Spencer whispered in reply, his voice raspy and hoarse.

"What about the boys who stayed with you sometimes? Do you remember Damien?"

At this Spencer looked up, his eyes alight with hope. "Damien? Damien is okay?"

Derek nodded, watching as relief filled the boy's face. "He's fine. He helped us find you."

"Can I see him?" Spencer asked timidly, afraid such a question would get him punished.

"Of course you can. But first you have to answer a few more questions for me. Can you do that?"

Spencer nodded slowly, concentration spreading across his face.

"What did he do to Damien?" Hotch questioned, knowing it was necessary to ask but not wanting to make Spencer relive it.

"He would cut them and make them bleed, then he made me sew them up to stop the bleeding. He took then out of the room sometimes, and when they came back they were bruised and bloody. He hit them a lot when he got angry, so sometimes I made him angry so he would hit me instead."

"How did you free Damien?" Morgan asked though he already knew, his anger returning as he heard Spencer's tale.

"Master was angry; he was going to kill Damien. I knew he was, so I used a piece of wire Master had dropped to pick Damien's chain locks. I told him to run, and stayed behind to distract Master so Damien could get away."

"That was very brave," Morgan said, and he meant it. Spencer had risked his life for someone else, and anyone willing to do that deserved acknowledgement.

"Brave?" Spencer sounded confused. "I couldn't just let him die. What else was I do to?"

"What happened to the rest of the boys he kept with you?" Hotch asked, grimacing at his own question.

"T-they didn't make it," Spencer replied, looking devastated. "Master killed them. H-he made me watch."

"He will never hurt you again," Morgan assured., His anger boiling over at the broken look on Spencer's face. "I will never let him near you ever again."

Spencer sniffled, then looked up at Derek with hope shining in his big brown eyes. "Can I see Damien now?"

Derek smiled at the boy, happy to see the hope in Spencer's expression. "Yeah, buddy. You can."

Damien swiped at the tears cascading down his face as he walked briskly through the dreary white corridors of the hospital. He hated hospitals; he always had. They smelled like cleaning supplies and death. So many people on the verge of death, so many people drawing their last breath. Death hung heavily in the air, pressing down on him, overwhelming him.

The raven haired boy dashed through the hospital hallways, dodging carts and people, ignoring the calls for him to slow down. He darted up on flight of stairs, much too riled up to wait for the lift, and ran as fast as his legs could carry him to room 205.

He knocked sharply on the wooden door and shifted impatiently for it to open. He briefly saw the face of the dark-skinned agent that had interviewed him before his eyes zeroed in on the small form of the boy who had saved his life almost a year ago.

His face was pale and gaunt, his cheekbones protruding sharply. His lip was bruised and swollen, as was one eyes. He looked innocent, and painfully young. Which, Damien thought with a grimace, he was.

"Damien?" The boy whispered, his voice sounding painful, even to Damien.

Damien stifled a sob as he walked further into the white room, and he dropped to his knees next to the lumpy hospital bed.

"Yeah. It's me," he managed, his own voice wavering. And without warning, Damien seized the boy in a tight hug, which was returned hesitantly. Before long both boys were clinging to each other and sobbing, taking comfort in each other's presence.

"Thank you," Damien whispered into Spencer's long brown curls. "Thank you so much.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, and that it was so short. I have been so busy with school work. Not to mention theatre auditions began this week, so I've been practicing for that.

Question: What is your favourite Criminal Minds episode?

Until next time,

-Dezzy