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Reid dropped the award and looked down at the man he had knocked out. He stood frozen till his mind kicked in. He grabbed the man's legs and pulled him over to the closet. He heard a moan and rushed to pull him in, making sure to grab his gun. He jumped over the man and slammed the door. He pulled over a nearby chair and shoved it under the door knob. He heard noises from inside and stepped back. A loud bang filled the room as the man slammed his fist into the door. "Spencer, open the damn door!"

Rushing to the kitchen, Reid grabbed the portable phone. He went back to the room and jumped as the door banged again. He dialled Morgan's number and prayed the number had not changed. He waited for an answer.

"Hello," Morgan answered. "You're on speaker.

"COME BACK!" Reid practically yelled down the phone.

"Reid, what's wrong?"

"The man who came in. I knocked him out and put him in the cupboard. I'm not safe with him. You don't understand, you have to come and arrest him."

"Reid, the man who came in is Brandon. We're coming back. He isn't dangerous," Garcia said down the phone.

"YES, HE IS!" Reid cried. "He was there. He hurt me with Lincoln. His voice, I could never forget his voice. You have to come back. I don't know if the closet will hold him."

Reid dropped the phone as the closet door burst open. It crashed to the floor, the battery falling out. He gripped the gun tightly and held it in front of him. "Don't you come near me."

"You were never meant to leave that place," Brandon snapped. "So you remember me? That's strange. I read the report I got today on you. It said only eight men hurt you. Was I not worth a mention?"

Reid held the gun tighter as he struggled to keep his mind from losing control. "You've been working with my team this entire time."

"You got a nice team," Brandon sighed. "I guess I won't get to go back to them now. Lincoln called me. He's not happy that you left, not at all. He just can't wait to get you back."

"I'm never going back to that fucking place," Reid spat.

"You won't go back there, you'll go somewhere a lot worse. Now, put that gun down and come here."

"No!"

"You never used to be this disobedient. Not during my visits. My job was to come here and take you back to him. I don't intend to let him down."

Reid pulled the trigger on the gun but nothing happened. He pulled it again and stared at the gun in horror. Brandon laughed at him. "You really thought that I would bring a loaded gun into a house with a traumatized man."

Dropping the gun, Reid ran out of the room. He screamed as he felt an arm wrap around his waist. A hand slammed over his mouth. "Shhh...you're going home now. Lincoln is going to take such good care of you."

Hope came to him as he saw lights at the window.

"Shit!" Brandon cursed.

Brandon removed his arm from Reid's waist and grabbed a knife from the wooden block. He pressed it to Reid's throat as the door burst open. Morgan rushed in with his gun drawn. "Brandon, let him go."

"Can't do that Derek! He's coming with me."

Reid whined as he tried to get out of Brandon's grasp. He looked into Morgan's eyes and saw the worry in them. He didn't want to go back to the monster. He thought it was all over when he'd been rescued. Tears fell down his cheeks and hit Brandon's hand.

"Oh, don't cry, Spencer."

"Don't you dare talk to him," Morgan growled. "You knew where he was the entire time. YOU KNEW! How could you walk around near us? You knew what we were going through."

"Even got you off Lincoln's trail a few times," Brandon smiled. "You think Spencer is the first I helped him get. I was the one who sent him to little Spencer. Made a nice little path for me into your team. Crime pays better than the bureau."

"Get your hands off him!" Morgan yelled at him.

Brandon took a few steps back with Reid shielding him.

"I'm going to walk out of here with Spencer. You try to stop me, I'll slice his pretty little neck open," Brandon said before whispering in Reid's ear. "You'll like what Lincoln has planned. He's got lots of new toys."

Reid screamed into the hand over his mouth and cried harder. The knife nicked his neck as Brandon suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. His hands disappearing from Reid's body. Stumbling forward, he turned around to see Garcia with a golf club in her hand. She dropped the gold club and looked up at him. She rushed over to him and brought him out of the kitchen while Morgan secured Brandon. Cradling his face, she felt him shaking. "Reid, look at me. He's out cold. You're safe now."

"Garcia, I thought I told you to stay outside," Morgan called from the kitchen.

"I couldn't stay out there and do nothing!" she shouted back before focusing back on Reid. "Honey, I need you to focus on me."

He couldn't, his mind had won the battle.

He struggled against the monster as he got dragged out of his hole. Forced to his knees, the monster put a blindfold around his eyes and a gag in his mouth. He struggled more when he realised what was happening. The man was here. He got dragged somewhere, only knowing it was the bedroom when he got slammed on the bed. He kicked out his feet as the monster grabbed them and tied each one down. His hands getting strapped down too. He was never allowed to see the other man.

"Be a good boy," the monster whispered in his ear before giving it a quick bite. Reid winced and turned his head away. He listened as the monster left the room. A few minutes later, footsteps came into the room.

"There you are," the man said happily before grabbing his hair and yanking it back. He grunted at the pain of his hair being pulled. "I love the noises you make. Are you excited to see me?"

He hated the man as he pushed his head down forcefully into a nod. His gag got removed. "Don't hurt me, please. I can't take it."

The man grabbed his jaw and forced two pills into his mouth. His nose and mouth being blocked, he got forced to swallow the pills. The gag got put back in his mouth and the man left the room. He heard the man in the bathroom washing himself up. Reid put his head against the pillows and felt the pills take effect after a few minutes. His head felt dizzy and he couldn't focus on anything. He squirmed when he felt a weight on his hips. A hot breath came by his ear. "I'm not gonna be gentle."

Reid cried weakly as he felt it begin. His body began to move up and down.

"Come on, pet!"

Reid still felt sick and dizzy as he walked through the forest. He was still blindfolded but felt the dirt and sticks below his feet. He fell as the man tugged on the lead. Reid hated the collar around his neck. It'd been attached to a dog lead. He cried into his gag when a slap came across his face. Stumbling to his feet, he got pulled to his feet. "Stupid thing."

Dragged back to the house, he smacked against the floor. His shirt being pushed up his back as the man got ready. "I'm going to punish you for falling over."

Laying there, Reid feared what was coming. He screeched into his gag as the men began to hit him with a thin tv aerial. The monster used it on the others brought to the house sometimes. He didn't stop for almost a minute. He laid there in tears as pain seared his back. A hand grabbed his hair and pulled it up. "That's what we get for falling."

The man climbed on top of him. "This is what we get for being a good boy."

He cried again.

When he came back from his memories, he realised he was in the bathroom, Garcia in front of him, wiping the blood from his neck. "Garcia."

"Oh, thank god. I've panicked since I brought you up here. Baby boy, are you okay?"

Reid shook his head and began to cry again. "Oh god."

"Stay with me, Reid. Brandon is still unconscious and in handcuffs. Plus, Morgan is standing guard. What did Brandon do to you?"

"Raped me," Reid sobbed. "Drugged me every time he came to the house, and then hurt me so much. M-Made me wear a collar and dragged me around like a dog."

Garcia closed her eyes and felt pure fury at Brandon. "I read your file, Reid. You said only eight men hurt you. Why didn't you tell us about Brandon?"

"I didn't know his name or what he looked like till he came into this house. His voice though," he whispered and grabbed Garcia's arms. "I can't forget it. He only came once a month but every time he came, he used me, beat me and drugged me. I never said anything because he threatened to murder everyone. My mother and my team. He knew about you. Now, I know why."

"We didn't know," Garcia said as she hugged him. "Oh god, we didn't know."

"I had to do something," Reid said. "I needed to knock him out. He wants to take me back to Lincoln. Don't make me go back."

"You are never going back to that bastard. Brandon isn't immune to interrogation, he'll talk about Lincoln and then we'll arrest that evil bastard."

"I don't want to stay here any more."

Rossi and Blake looked down at the contents they had taken from Lincoln's house. They stared at the box that contained a large amount of DVDs, each labeled with dates. At least ten dates listed on each package holding them. "Rossi, you know what these are."

"I know," Rossi said sadly before picking up one of the packets with a disc in it. "We have to take these back to Quantico."

"We can't watch these," Blake shook her head.

"We may have to," Rossi sighed. "They might have clues to where he may have gone. I don't want to watch them but we might have to. God, there are so many."

Rossi answered his phone as it began to ring. "This is Rossi."

Blake watched as Rossi answered the phone, his eyes widened and anger spilled into them. "We'll be back on the jet immediately. See you in a few hours."

He slammed shut his phone and took a shaky breath.

"Rossi, what is it?"

"Grab those, we're going back to Quantico now. Brandon tried to take Reid back to Lincoln. Son of a bitch is working with him."

Reid walked to his apartment, his day had been tough but he had completed all his paperwork. Now, he just wanted to get a nice warm cup of coffee and read his new books. He walked into his apartment. He yelped as a hand slammed over his mouth and an arm wrapped around his waist. He struggled and kicked out as he got dragged to his bedroom. He kicked over his table but failed to get out of the man's grasp. His attacker forced him to his bed. His hands pinned beneath him by his own weight and his hips pinned by the weight on top of him.

"Spencer, this is the start of something wonderful."

He brought his knees up to his chest as he sat on Hotch's couch in his office. He rocked slightly as he tried to keep himself calm. Garcia had brought him here from the house. He knew Brandon got arrested but he wasn't sure where he was. He didn't want to know. He jumped as the door opened, he relaxed when he saw it was JJ and Garcia. JJ brought a blanket over and put it around him. "How are you doing?"

"Just trying not to lose control," he admitted. "He was just a man to me and now I found out who he is really is. He gave me to Lincoln and stopped you all from finding me."

"We are so sorry," JJ said as tucked the blanket around him. "We didn't know. We're profilers and we couldn't see what he truly is. Spence, I'm so sorry."

"You didn't know. It's okay," Reid assured her. "I'm just happy that Garcia got him. She has a mean swing."

Reid and JJ let out a soft laugh as they saw the look on her face. "Thank you, Garcia. For not letting him take me."

"It's my job to protect you," Garcia smiled at him. "Here, I brought you some more coffee."

She handed him a thermal cup again. He took a large sip and smiled. "Thank you."

A few hours later

Hotch greeted Rossi and Blake as they came out of the elevator. "Hey, good to have you both back. We have Brandon in an interrogation room. His head wound has received treatment. What's that?"

He pointed to the box, wrapped in a plastic bag, that Rossi was holding.

"We found DVD's with Reid's name on them. There are a lot of them. We think he recorded his sessions with Reid."

"Son of a bitch," Hotch cursed.

Morgan walked into the interrogation room, keeping control of himself even though he just wanted to beat the man to a pulp.

"Hello, Derek," Brandon smiled. "Ready to put the screws to me."

"I want answers, Brandon. You helped someone kidnap a federal agent and you, yourself, have raped, drugged and degraded that agent. I want Lincoln and I want him now."

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