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Blake sat with Reid as he slept. Morgan had left against his wishes to take a shower and get some new clothes. She watched a documentary on the television. Half her mind was elsewhere though. The moment they had found Reid, nothing but joy had filled her heart. After a whole year, they had found him. She kept thinking about the moment he had almost been pulled away from them. She rubbed the bruise on her cheek from when she had hit the metal bar. Her mind focused on what would've happened if she had not kept hold of him. His scream for help when Lincoln tried to take him again kept going around her mind.

She jumped as she heard a scream. Her eyes fell to Reid where to see him writhing in pain and screaming.

"NO! NO! NO!" Reid screeched.

Blake's hand hovered over him for a moment before she took hold of his shoulders and began to shake him. "Spencer, wake up!"

He awoke and began to fight against her, she grabbed his wrists gently. "It's Blake, it's only me."

Reid looked at her for a moment before closing his eyes and falling against the pillows. He opened his eyes and clutched his blanket. His body kept shaking as he tried to calm down. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she looked down at him and held his hand.

"I can't believe that you found me," Reid breathed. "I keep thinking that this is a dream."

"It's not a dream. You're really here and you're not going anywhere again. The doctor said you could come home with us if you feel up to it. Morgan is coming back soon with some clothes for you to wear and then we'll go to the jet."

"I know I should have asked you this earlier but I'm just trying to process everything. Where am I? What state?"

"You're in Florida."

"Oh," he said gently.

"It's okay to show how you really feel. I'm so proud of you for holding on through everything that happened to you. You're such a strong and brave man."

"I'm not strong and I'm not brave. The last time I was brave, I paid dearly for it. It's hard to talk about what happened to me but I know if I keep it inside, it'll turn dark and hurt me. I've been raped by eight men over the last year. Seven, who were just scared and wanted to live. One, who took me from my home and did unspeakable things to me."

"What do you mean you paid dearly?"

"I got away once."

"Oh my god! When?" she gasped.

"It was about three months after he took me. I kept track of time by asking the others the date. I-I got away. He got drunk and after he-" Reid said before stopping and taking a deep breath. "After he used me, he forgot to tie me down to the bed properly. I managed to slip out of the restraints and I ran away from the house. It was surrounded by trees but I just ran in my shirt and trousers. I didn't make it far. I ran into one of his traps and fell into a hole he had dug. I tried to get out but he found me a few hours later. He was so angry. He dragged me out and took me back to the house. He beat me horribly. For the next few days after, he wouldn't let me sleep. He used sleep deprivation to torture me. I didn't sleep for days. The rapes increased after that day. He even taunted me with you all."

Blake took a moment to absorb everything. "How did he taunt you?"

"There was a news report. It was Hotch and he was asking for help finding another person. Lincoln had found it online and put it on the television. He let me watch it but only while he using me. He kept telling me how you had all given up and that I was all his. I kept my eyes on the screen the entire time. I don't understand why he kept me. He killed the others. He killed them and he made me watch. I heard them scream and you want to know the messed up thing. I wanted to be them sometimes. It ended for them. It didn't end for me. Not till you found me. Thank you for not letting go of the rope. You didn't let him get me again."

"No way was I going to lose you seconds after finding you," she smiled gently at him. "We are never going to lose you again."

"How's my mom?" Reid asked.

"She's fine. She misses you everyday, I go and see her every two weeks. She shows me pictures of you and letters that you sent to her. Rossi took over the costs of keeping her at Bennington and we still have all your stuff. You can go see her when it's safe enough."

"Thank you for visiting her. I don't want to think about what she has gone through. She panics when she doesn't get a letter. Did you all really never give up?"

"We never gave up. We always followed any lead. We would have felt it if you had died. All we felt was hope and it led us to you."

Hotch sat with Timothy in his room. "Timothy, we know what happened. We know what Lincoln made you do."

Timothy looked up at Hotch with red eyes. "I didn't want to do it. I'm so sorry. He would've killed me. He forced the pill down my throat and then he took me to the bedroom. What was the other man's name? The one that I hurt. I don't know his name."

"Spencer, his name is Spencer."

"I saw Spencer on the bed, tied down with straps. He didn't have any trousers on. I cried the entire time. I feel disgusted at myself for what I did but, I just didn't want to die. The bastard laughed at us. I don't know how long Spencer must have been with that monster but he just laid there and didn't react to anything. That seemed to make the guy angry. I'm so sorry. Can I see him? I need to talk to him."

"I'm not sure if that is a good idea. He was with Lincoln for over a year and he has gone through a lot. He's traumatized."

"Please, I'll leave if I upset him but I need to talk with him."

Reid slipped the clothes on in the bathroom, he stroked the warm jacket he was wearing. After a year of being cold, being warm felt almost alien to him. He looked into the mirror and stroked his fingers along his swollen and bruised eyes, his bruised jaw line and his split lip. He put his hands on the sink and closed his eyes. It was hard to stop the memories when it was all that had haunted him for a year. He remembered Vincent the most out of all the men Lincoln brought to the house. Vincent stayed the longest.

He ate the porridge as Vincent fed him through the bars. His eye was swollen shut from his most recent beating but he liked not being alone in the basement. He finished the bowl of porridge and accepted the water as Vincent held it to his mouth. Reid coughed and spluttered some of the water on the floor. He coughed and moaned in pain.

"You're sick," Vincent said.

Reid nodded gently. Vincent was only chained by his leg, his hands were free to reach through the bars. Reid's hands were bound tightly. He felt his forehead. "You're burning up too. He can't keep hurting you."

"He doesn't care," Reid moaned. "I'm a toy to him. Have been for months. Don't know why he chose me and I wish he would let me go. I had a family, a family of friends and I miss them."

"You know what he's going to do to me," Vincent said sadly.

Reid nodded sadly. "I'm sorry."

"I'm the one that is sorry. I raped you. You screamed for me not to. I just didn't want to die. I'm sorry."

"You aren't the first he's made hurt me and you aren't the last. It's not your fault. It's his fault. Don't ever think this is your fault. It's just hard not to get upset when it happens. Do you have a family?"

"Just my mom and me. Always has been."

"Same."

"Spencer, do you think that there is a heaven?"

"I'm not sure. I'd like to think so."

"Do you think I'll still go there after what I did to you?" Vincent asked.

"I do. You better or else I'll give the boss up there a pass for you," Reid said before putting his head against the bars. He screamed as he was suddenly pulled backwards, away from the bars and into the dark.

"SPENCER!" Vincent yelled.

The monster brought him into his arms and dragged him down the darkness and into the bedroom.

"No, please," he begged. "I don't want to. Please!"

The monster threw him to the bed and climbed on top of him. He clenched his eyes shut as the monster grabbed his jaw. "Open your eyes, Spencer. You are here for my pleasure and you do not tell me what to do."

"Why did you take me?" Reid cried. "Why won't you ever tell me?"

He watched the monster grab a gag and tie it around his head. He felt the monster's weight on top of him and stared at the ceiling.

Reid jolted out of the memory when he heard banging at his door. He opened the door and found Hotch and Morgan standing there. He walked out to see Timothy by the door. He stepped closer to Morgan and stared at the floor.

"Spencer, I'm sorry. I didn't want to. I needed to come here and ask for your forgiveness."

Reid looked up from the floor and looked at Timothy. "I forgive you. It wasn't your fault and you had no choice."

"Thank you!" Timothy cried before stepping forward.

"Stop!" Reid yelped. "I don't want you to touch me. I'm sorry but I need you to go. I only trust a few people and that is my family. You remind me too much of the others. The ones that died. Please, just go. You have my forgiveness, go."

Timothy rushed out of the room. Morgan stepped forward and put his arm around Reid. "Kid, you ready to go home?"

"I've been ready for a year."

Morgan helped him out of the SUV. As Reid stepped out of the SUV, he saw the jet. He let out a smile at the sight. "It's strange to feel so happy about a jet."

"I bet it is."

Rossi and Blake were staying in Florida so they could finish up the search of the house. Reid just wanted to get as far away as he could from that place. He made his way up the steps and into the jet. He stepped in to see colourful baskets, a cover and pillow on the small couch area and a Tardis balloon. His eyes widened as Garcia stepped out of the kitchen area. "Garcia!"

"Oh, Reid," she cried as she saw him. "It's really you."

He rushed forward and threw his arms around her. He hugged her tight and cried. He'd missed her so much. He'd missed her smile, all the wonderful colours she wore and the way she kept everyone happy. "I've missed you so much," he cried before smiling. "I never thought I would see you again."

"I missed you too," she said happily before kissing his cheek. She came out of the hug and cradled his face. "Oh, what did he do to you?"

"I don't want you to know everything. Not you. I don't want you tainted with the evil of that place. Is JJ with you?"

"She's getting everything ready for when we get back to Quantico. She can't fly at the moment."

"Why?"

"She's almost at the end of her due date."

"She's pregnant," he smiled.

"Yeah, she's going to have another little boy. Come here, I want you nice and comfortable," she said as she led him to the couch area and helped him under the cover. He stayed sitting up. She sat down next to him with a basket. Morgan and Hotch went to the other side of the jet, giving them some time alone together. Garcia opened the basket. "I brought all the goodies you could imagine. Oh, Reid. I've missed you so much. I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day you disappeared. He hurt you, didn't he?"

Reid nodded before brushing tears from his eyes. Garcia knew she had to change the subject. She brought out a thermal cup from the table and handed it to him. He sipped from it and closed his eyes. "It's coffee," he smiled. "I haven't had this in over a year."

Garcia brought out a bar of chocolate and opened it. "How about this?"

Reid to a bite and savoured the taste as it melted on his tongue. He looked up to Garcia and took a shaky breath. "Thank you."

"I'm going to give you all the chocolate and coffee you want."

"No, I mean, thank you for what you gave me before. You gave me happy memories. I remembered all the times we went to conventions, had movies nights and made cupcakes. You kept me alive in that place. Thank you."

Garcia brought him into a gentle hug and held him. She didn't say anything, she just held him. No words needed. She had him back and she never wanted to let him go.

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