Ok! Yep, it's been awhile... But here it is Chapter 8!

I don't not own nor do I claim to own Criminal Minds or it's Characters.

When, Morgan and Spencer arrive at the restaurant, an attractive waitress seats them.

"What would you like to drink gentlemen?" She said sweetly, her eyes trained on Morgan.

"I'll have a Coke" Morgan replied with a smile. Then he looked toward Spencer.

"Oh… um… I'll have the same."

The waitress wrote down two sodas and hurried to fulfill the order. She came back with two Cokes, and then took their order.

"So, Spencer… Are you really 19?" Morgan asked while taking a drink.

"Yes, but I haven't been in school, though that's fine cause I graduated High school at 12."

"Uh-huh… W-wait, What?" Morgan stammers.

Spencer smiles, "I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words per minute."

"Well, holy crap! That's impressive." Morgan states thoughtfully, "So, do you have plans for college?"

"In case you didn't notice. I haven't been apart of the outside world for about 3 years…" Spencer explains, "Though before I was sold I was waiting for an acceptance letter to Cal Tech."

"Really? You strike me as a Yale or Harvard kind of guy." Morgan says smiling. Which could be longer, Morgan thinks to himself, remembering what the doctor told him… "He most likely has protected his mind by erasing Mike Balston from his memory completely."

"Oh, Yale's my back-up"

"Wow…" Morgan looks like he wants to say more, but then the waitress comes back.

She smiles flirtatiously at Morgan, "Sorry, for the wait." She sets the platter with three plates on the end of the table. "Ok, I have Pork Vindaloo for you," she sets the dish in front of Morgan. "I have Chungdi Jhola for you." Spencer smiles as she sets the plates in front of him. "And I brought the both of you some garlic parmesan Pita bread."

"Thank you, Ma'am." Spencer says respectively.

She looks over at Morgan, "Can I get you anything else?"

Spencer catches Morgan stare at her lips… one… two… three… four… five. "I would appreciate a refill," Morgan answers.

Spencer looks down at his plate.

"Oh, Of course! Be right back." The waitress replies.

"So,-." Morgan cuts off. "What's wrong?"

Spencer looks back up, but avoids eye contact. "Nothing."

"You're a horrible liar."

Spencer looks at Morgan and pouts, "Statistics show that if a man stares at a woman's mouth for five seconds," Spencer glances around the room. "It means he's thinking about kissing her."

"I don't under-… Oh." Morgan puts his hand under Spencer's chin, forcing Spencer to look at him. "Pretty boy, I wasn't looking at her mouth, I was looking at the birthmark on her left cheek."

"Really?" Morgan nods, causing Spencer to smile. "Good."

"Well, I'm gonna run to the bathroom." Morgan stands, "I'll be right back."

Spencer sits in his seat calmly eating his Chungdi Jhola, but then he gets the feeling someone is watching him. Trying not to draw to attention to himself, Spencer calmly surveys the room. A large Indian family sits in one corner of the restaurant, the little girl is crying over her spilt drink. A couple exchanging sweet words in a candle lit glow. Three men laugh with each other discussing last night's football game. Then, Spencer spotted Him from the corner of his eye. A man drinking a beer with his face shrouded in darkness, his candle left unlit. The masked man…

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Morgan splashes water on his face, thinking about how adorable Spencer looked when he admitted he was jealous. Morgan had to excuse himself in order to refrain from kissing him. I have to stop letting my emotion cloud my judgment. I'm here to protect Spencer and catch that Bastard that hurt him.

Morgan dries his face and walks back toward the table. Spencer's gone!

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"Stop! Don't touch me!" Spencer yells as he's pulled into a room. I'm still in the resturaunt… Master Derek Help Me! "why are you taking me from my master?"

The Masked man stops, "Your Master?"

"Yes! Master Derek… He is my Master isn't he?"

"Your master told me you ran away. That black man is not the Master I assigned you to."

"What?"

"Now, let's get you back to your real master." The masked man said strapping Spencer to a table he knew too well… rough and splintered made to do minor, but painful damage.

Thank you to:

Everyone! Sorry, There are just too many to type now!

Though I will give a special thanks to my friends, Zach (Chairman of the story rape commitee) and Anna(My money maker), for pushing me to keep writing!