Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you like this chapter. In my defense, I know that this fanfic is pretty dark. I wanted to do something very dark but I like to think I'm countering it with my other fanfic. Not all my fanfics involve a certain subject but I'll admit that some involve it or have a slight almost moment in them. This is my darkest fic yet I think. Any way, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I'd love to know what you think. Enjoy. Also, this isn't too graphic, is it? I like to think I'm hitting a boundary but not going over it.

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"I'm not telling you anything," Brandon smirked. "I don't have to tell you where a certain someone's location is."

"You arrogant bastard," Morgan said angrily. "Tell me this. How could you walk around us, work with us, knowing where he was and using him like you did? You gave Spencer to him."

"You want the truth, I'll tell you. I know that Spencer knows who I am and I'm not getting out of this, at least not for a while."

"You won't ever get out this."

"I'm a man of many skills," Brandon chuckled. "One such skill is hurting the hell out of Spencer. He screamed but I knew that he liked it. He loved the drugs too. He'd beg for more as I had a piece of his sweet ass. It was fun being part of the team. It was fun practising baseball with you, watching movies with Garcia. The team outings. I even baby sat Henry. I got the thrill being part of the family. I would hear Spencer crying in his little hole. He just wanted you to come and rescue him. He wanted you to come for him and instead, you were best buddies with me."

Morgan stared at Brandon with hate in his eyes. He clenched his fists under the table to keep himself from losing all control. "Where is Lincoln? You know where he is. I want him now."

"Oh, Derek. He'd love to hear those words from you," Brandon winked before leaning back in his chair. "Shall I tell you about my favourite time with Spencer? I tied him to a tree outside and hooked a nice long chain around it. He just walked around blindfolded and cried for hours. Giving him that taste of the outside and then dragging him back into that house, that was divine. It broke him down a bit at a time. The cherry on the top was hearing him call out all your names. He begged for you to save him. Morgan, I'm scared," he began to mock. "It hurts, Morgan. Where are you, Morgan?"

"You kept us from finding him."

"Still doesn't matter. He'll live the rest of his life with the memories of that place. The memories of the year he was Lincoln's bitch. You think he'll ever forget the rapes, the beatings and others things he saw. We ruined him then and we'll ruin him again. You came so close to finding him once," Brandon laughed, near hysterically. "You remember that Gary Trent guy, the man who took those three men. Guess who he knew? He wasn't armed when I shot him, wasn't hard to put a gun in his hand. I couldn't risk him spilling the details about Spencer."

"You son of a bitch!" Morgan yelled before he jumped out his chair and grabbed Brandon by the throat. He slammed him against the wall and threw a punch across his face. "I'll kill you!

"Morgan, don't!" Hotch shouted as he came into the room and grabbed Morgan's wrist. He wrenched it away and began to drag Morgan out of the room.

"I see you again, I'll break your neck!"

Hotch dragged him out of the room and locked the door behind him. "He isn't worth it. He knows that by antagonizing you, he is going to push you over the edge."

"We came so close to getting Reid back," Morgan fumed as he paced up and down, calming himself down. "The Gary Trent case was five months ago. God, we could have saved him if we had gotten the chance to talk to Gary. He knew where Spencer was."

"We'll make Brandon pay, he'll fry. I'll make sure of that. We can't think about what we could have done. We can't go back in the past and rectify the mistake. Reid is safe now and we got him back."

"The only reason we got him was because Brandon didn't know about the case. It makes sense why he was so reluctant to take any time off."

"Morgan, Lincoln recorded his sessions with Reid. There are a lot of DVDs. I don't want to but we need to look at some of the footage to build on Lincoln's profile. We also have the footage from each murder Lincoln committed."

"Jesus," Morgan shook his head.

They sat there in the BAU room, everyone except for Reid and Garcia. JJ had placed headphones on her stomach to stop the baby hearing. Hotch walked up to the box and pulled out on of the DVD's labeled 'Vincent'.

He walked over and placed it in the player while Rossi closed the blinds. He pressed play and sat down. The screen came alive.

JJ put her hand over her mouth as she saw the video. Reid had been gagged, his legs bound, with his hands bound in front of him in the corner of the room, while a restrained Vincent got dragged into the room. Lincoln threw Vincent to the ground before kicking him to the stomach. Muffled pleas filled the screen as Reid tried to talk. They all flinched as Lincoln slapped Reid across the face.

"Shut up, Spencer. You know how to act and you know the price if you fuck with me!"

Reid hunched back in his corner and put his tied hands to his cheek.

"Vincent, my dear little Vincent," Lincoln sighed on the screen. "I'm afraid our time together is over. You were very good though when taking care of Spencer. You also did a superb job in the bedroom with him."

"Fuck you," Vincent said before spitting in his face. Lincoln recoiled back. "I never wanted to hurt him. You made me!"

Lincoln brought a large knife out and plunged it into Vincent's chest. Reid screamed behind his gag and cried as he watched Lincoln plunge the knife in over and over.

JJ looked down at the floor with a tear dripping down her cheek. She took a deep breath before looking back up at the screen. Hotch kept his eyes on Reid on the screen, he watched more pain arrive in the young man's eyes. Rossi watched but looked away at certain times. Morgan crushed a piece of paper in his hand. He wanted to hit the wall but knew that was a bad idea. He needed to save his fists for Lincoln. Blake kept her hand over her mouth as she watched.

They watched as Lincoln dragged Vincent's body out of view, they heard the sound of plastic for a few moments before Lincoln came into the view again. He grabbed a collar and chain from the shelf. He slipped it around Reid's neck and locked it in place. He dragged the chain and locked it into a hook. Cutting the ropes from his hands and legs, he dragged Reid over to the blood. He ripped his gag out.

"You didn't have to kill him," Reid cried before letting out a cough. "You don't have to kill any of them."

Lincoln walked back and backhanded him across the face. He cried out when Lincoln grabbed his hair and dragged him to all the blood. A scrubber got shoved into his hands while a bucket got slid next to him.

"Leave him alone," Morgan growled at the screen, even though he knew it was no use.

"You are going to clean this up!" Lincoln yelled in Reid's face. "I want it clean!"

"Why me?" Reid cried. "Why won't you just kill me?!"

"Oh, Spencer," he cooed before stroking Reid's face. He brought his other hand down and grabbed Reid's private area making Reid still. "I just love this so much. I enjoy everything about you. Now, clean it up!"

Reid cried out as his head got slammed into the ground. Lincoln walked out of view, they saw Reid focus on the door before it slammed shut. Grabbing the chain, he pulled at it before screaming in frustration. He collapsed to the ground and curled into a ball.

"Oh, Reid," Blake whispered.

Reid came out of the ball after five minutes, he grabbed the scrubber and put it in the water. He pushed forward and began to wash away the blood. "Make it clean," he whispered. "Got to get it clean."

"I'm going to kill Lincoln," Morgan said angrily.

"Where are you?" Reid sobbed, making them all look to the screen. "I want to go home."

They watched him still before nodding fast. "They'll come for me. I know they will. I just have to hold on. Just have to hold on."

"Turn it off!" JJ shouted before she rose from her chair, taking off the headphones. She walked out of the room and went to the woman's bathroom.

Garcia sat on the couch with Reid, a blanket over them both. They were watching Doctor Who. For once in his life, there were episodes that he had not seen. He found himself under her arm and had never felt safer. The episode ended and she looked down at him. "Do you want to watch another one?"

"Actually, I'm a little hungry," he said before his stomach growled.

"That sounds like more than a little."

"I don't need much," he shrugged.

Garcia put her laptop down and pushed away the blanket. She got up and knelt in front of him. "Sweetie, how much have you really had to eat since we found you? I found the chocolate I gave you, you only ate half a bar. You barely touched your chinese food before. The only thing you are having is lots of coffee."

Reid looked down at his lap. "Are you mad at me?"

"No," she quickly assured him. "I'm just worried."

"I'm telling you the truth about not needing much. I'd go days at a time without eating. Look, I'm afraid."

"I know."

"No, you don't," he shook his head. "You don't know the things I did for food and water. What I had to give him and the disgust I felt while doing it."

He looked away and wiped his eyes. "I'm afraid that I'll eat and I'll have to do it again. I know it's a stupid thought. I got sick once and my stomach hurt when I ate food. He didn't like me rejecting food he has spent most of five minutes making. He force-fed me. I am hungry, very hungry."

Garcia brought him up so he stood. "No-one will make you do those things again. You can have all the food you want, when you want. Come on, we'll get you some food. I know there are some sandwiches in the break room."

They left Hotch's office, they both stopped as JJ came out of the BAU room, rushed past them and went into the bathroom.

"What's wrong with JJ?" Reid asked.

"I don't know," she said.

"I can get the sandwiches myself. Go and check JJ. Stress isn't safe for her baby."

Garcia hesitated. "Don't leave this level and you come straight back here. I'll be right back."

Reid nodded and watched her go into the bathroom after JJ. He made his way to the break room and found the sandwiches, he opened the box and quickly devoured the ham and cheese sandwich. He went to pick up the other sandwich when Lincoln's voice echoed in his head.

'There you go. Such a good whore. Finish and I'll give you some food.'

He dropped the sandwich and felt urge to throw up the one he had eaten. He took a deep breath and kept it down. He made his way out of the kitchen area and went to the BAU room. He opened the door and froze at the sound coming from the television.

'NOOO! Stop. It hurts! Please, I didn't do anything w-wrong. Ahhhh!'

He let out a sob causing them to all turn around and look at him in horror. Morgan raced after him as he ran away into the men's bathroom. He struggled as strong arms wrapped around his arms. "No!"

Morgan let go and turned him around. "Kid, calm down. It's just me."

Reid's knees gave out and he collapsed to the ground. "H-How can you watch that? You were watching him rape me."

"We found DVDs at Lincoln's house. We are looking at them to see if there are any clues and to build on his profile. We don't want to watch them. Kid, we saw what happened with Vincent and after, when you were made to clean. Kid, I'm so sorry we didn't get to you sooner. You held on for so long through so much. Did you really want him to kill you?"

Reid nodded tearfully. "Not always, I kept as much hope inside as I could. Sometimes, it got bad though. I wanted to die but he never did it. Oh god! You watched him hurt me. I just begged him to stop because it hurt so much. I can't breathe."

"Reid, breathe. C'mon, take deep breaths."

A loud sob filled the room before Reid passed out in Morgan's arms. He caught him and tapped his cheek. "Reid! Reid!"

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