I am so sorry that it took me this long to post a new chapter. Truely. My laptop went awall, I had finals and obviously the holidays were something of importance. I hope you guys enjoy this Chapter very much.

Chapter 5

Dr. Spencer Reid had only ever experienced this type of sensation a few, brief times in his life. It was usually after he was coming down from a high, when all his senses were on overdrive. Every touch seemed more intense, every sound louder than words, every hallucination as real as his team. He eyes were currently being assaulted by a ball of white light and his ears seemed to have bells literally vibrating in them. The light was so blinding Reid couldn't even see his hands in front of his face.

"Did I die? I am seeing the proverbial white light all these born again addicts talk about…" Reid wondered. Had it all been a dream? Or was it a bad high, had he fallen off the wagon again? Reid motioned for his arms to move so he could palm at his face, but was puzzled by a strange feeling. His arms wouldn't budge. All he could do was pull them down but they wouldn't go anywhere near his face. He tried moving his legs but all they would do was wiggle around. That's when he remembered where he was.

He had been chained up, completely nude and had profiled that he had been abducted by a sadist. He blinked more rapidly, his well-engrained profiling instincts kicking on. The blinding white light fizzled out to only be a high ceiling lamp above Reid's head. He tried to move again and once more became puzzled. The restraints that had been on his ankles were suddenly…soft. Almost like a cotton fabric, same as his wrists. He took his surroundings and let out a blood curdling scream.

"Dear God, no! Please not this. Anything but this," Reid panicked. This had become his absolute nightmare, the sadist had had used sheets to tie to him a bed!

"Shhhhh, Joseph," a voice from the dark soothed. Reid blinked and shook his head frantically. The voice was silky smooth, brawny and held just the right amount of affection. It was a familiar voice but it still sounded like it was coming from the wrong mouth.

"Oh my God! I'm comparing this sadist to Morgan!" he thought, completely disgusted with himself. But it was the truth; this monster had the same voice as his partner in the field, his best friend. The man he was in love with.

Yes, Dr. Spencer Reid had fallen head over heels in love with the most heterosexual male on the planet. Quite literally, after Morgan tackled both him and an UnSub to the ground, trying to protect Reid from the gun the bastard was pointing at Spencer's face.

Reid had struggled with his sexuality for awhile but in very different ways than most people. While most kids in his high school were going to prom or trying to figure how to impress that lucky person in their Calculus class, Reid hadn't even gone through the "joy" of puberty yet. That didn't stop the bullies that tormented him through high school. Because his member never twitched for the numerous cheerleaders who walked by, most of the perps assumed he was gay and took great joy in calling him a "Fag" and a "Homo". He had tried to get quench their name calling by going to see Alexa, but also to prove to himself that his suspicions weren't right. For the first time in his life, he had been wrong. Incidentally, the night of the goal post incident was also the first time the boy genius considered killing himself.

Reid had begun to accept his sexuality especially in college, were sexual curiosity and anything to do with sex was a welcome idea. That was also when Reid had seen Jace Syrus.

Syrus was the star athlete on the Caltech campus and up unto that point, was the most gorgeous boy the young Reid had ever seen. The young man had been walking to his sophomore psychics class in the early August afternoon when Syrus ran by him, lacking a shirt. The African American smiled at Reid, and the young boy almost dropped his books when Syrus spoke briefly to him. But Reid was being tormented even at the university level and never acted out on how he felt about Jace. In fact, Reid decided to never tell anyone, except his mom, unless he felt that he could truly trust the people he was telling.

Unfortunately, those people came in the form of Derek Morgan. At first, Spencer refused to trust Morgan, subconsciously deciding that the man looked far too much like the kids who use to make his life hell. But as time went on, Reid realized that while Morgan did psychically fit the stereotypical, homophobic tough guy there was something enduring about the man that made Reid want to tell him anything and everything. Reid had decided to tell Morgan his big gay secret one night, asking the man for a quick dinner to discuss something. Derek declined telling Reid he had a flight to Chicago to visit his Momma for her birthday but promised the lanky doctor that they could go to dinner as soon as he got back, regardless if the team had a case. It was just days later that the team had learned about what had happened to Derek at the hands of Carl Buford.

That was when Reid knew. Knew that he could never tell Morgan about his sexuality because it would make their friendship blow up in his face. Morgan would probably call him a freak and fag and never speak to him ever again. Or worse; Morgan would beat Reid to a bloody pulp. So, to maintain their friendship and Reid's psyche, Reid never told Morgan his secret, especially the part about Reid being in love with him.

The years went by and it became even harder for Spencer not to tell Derek how he was. The remarks about not having a girl to lean on, it wasn't like he didn't try to get over Derek and find someone else. But no man, was like Derek and Spencer had decided that instead of pretending, he would just die alone being best friends with the man he loved. A man he would never have.

"Joseph? Are you still with me? Joseph?" a hushed, silent plea said. It shocked Reid out of his daze and he looked down at his stomach were the calloused fingers had stopped exploring.

"What?" Reid asked still lost in his day dream over his attractive partner.

"Oh, Joseph" the man berated, "Thinking of our nights together, alone in my bed. You are a very naughty boy. But I'd knew you'd remember. I just had to find you again. Oh I saw a few imposters, trying to get into my pants and ruin what we have here. This perfect, mesmerizing thing that no one can or will take away from us. Oh, Joseph, it will be just like old times. I promise"!

Reid blinked a few times and stared, bewildered at the man. He was sure as was Scrooge that his senses were playing tricks on him. This man thought….wait! Reid's profiling instincts were kicking on full force and he internally groaned. Not only was the man before him a sadist but he was also delusional. First someone suffering from dissociative identity disorder now this; was Reid ever going to win at this game of life? But Reid remembered the last time he hadn't played along with an UnSub's psychosis. His foot had gotten smashed by a two-by-four and he was forcefully shot up with Dilauded, something he regretfully still craved when times got to be too overwhelming. No, if Dr. Spencer Reid wanted to stay alive he would have to play along with this man's delusion. The only trouble was he didn't know what role he was being forced to play. He would need more information.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" the young doctor asked shakily; his voice being affected by both the cold and the wariness of the situation he was being forced into. The man's blue eyes became a deadly-icy color and for a moment Reid berated himself, thinking he had made another grave mistake. The man's eyes sized up Reid until something on the floor apparently became much more interesting. With a discontented sigh the young doctor's captor leaped off the bed and punched a wall. Reid shamefully placed that in not only his profile but on the list of similarities between this man and Derek Morgan. The man must have noticed Reid's sudden jump at the wall's misfortune because his eyes suddenly became soft. Almost too soft for a confirmed sadist.

"I'm so sorry Joseph. It's just…..I thought..if I just found you than you'd remember and you'd come back to me. That's all I want Joseph. The others…I thought..they were you….but" the man shook his head and sighed again, "I was mistaken. Clearly". A smile plastered the man's face and he rushed the bed and gripped Reid's hand tightly like a small child finally finding a long-lost and loved toy.

"I know it's you, Joseph. I knew it the moment I saw you. I know…you just have to remember. I will take things the same pace as last time. It'll be slow, and you'll remember. And we can be happy again, Joseph. Just me and you, forever," the man exclaimed, more gleeful than Reid really wanted to hear. The captor gave the young doctor a kiss before flying up a dark staircase leaving Reid alone, tied to a bed, in the darkness once more.

Oooooooo. Let's see what this man has in store for Joseph...I mean Reid. :)