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A week later

"NO!" a scream echoed through the house causing Morgan to jolt up in his bed. "Stop! AHHHHHH! AHHHHH! Let me go!"

Morgan threw the covers off and raced down the hall. He opened the door and watched Reid thrash in the bed. He quickly grabbed Reid's shoulders. "Reid, come on. Wake up, kid!"

"I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD! No, no, no!"

"WAKE UP!" Morgan yelled.

Reid jolted up in his bed, he began to hit out at Morgan's hands touching him. Grabbing his hands, Morgan made him look at him. "Hey, it's just me. It's Morgan. You just had a nightmare."

"Most nightmares didn't really happen," Reid shook his head before brushing his hand through his hair. "I didn't clean the blood good enough. He got so angry and hit me over and over, he used me that night and then made me clean up the mess he made on the floor. I didn't do anything wrong, I tried being a good boy to him but nothing made any difference."

"It's okay," Morgan whispered. "You know that these nightmares are going to happen. Just remember that it will never happen again. You're safe now. Lincoln is in jail and Brandon is dead. Repeat the last sentence."

"Lincoln is in jail and Brandon is dead," Reid repeated. He took a deep breath before looking at his friend. "I'm sorry that I woke you up. I didn't mean to."

"Don't worry about it, kid. I'm here to talk you through things after your nightmares. You want to try get some more sleep?"

"Yeah," Reid nodded. "I'm still tired."

Reid laid down, he shook slightly as Morgan brought the covers up. "Just call me if you need anything."

"I will, Morgan. What are we doing tomorrow?"

"How about this?" he said. "I'm in the middle of renovating a house. Do you want to come and join me there? For the next few weeks, I'm here for you. You can help me with the walls, read some books and we can just talk. I got my brace off and I'm all set to go."

"That sounds good," Reid nodded.

Morgan hit the wall with the sledge-hammer. Reid was in the other room reading his collection of new books that they had stopped off and bought. Watching Reid in the bookstore had made him smile.

Reid's hand hovered over the books, his eyes wide as he looked at them all. He took a book off the shelf and absorbed the words on the back. He put it back and wandered the shelves again.

"See anything you like," Morgan said as he came next to him.

"There are a lot of new books out."

"Do you want to get them?"

Reid brought his sleeves over his hands and shook his head. "I don't need them."

"You're allowed to have books, kid. I know you haven't been able to buy things by yourself or have the things that you wanted. Now, you can. I want you to go absolutely crazy in here. Pick as many books as you want. No-one will take them from you and no-one is going to make you do anything for them."

Reid reached up and grabbed a book he had kept his eye on. He walked to another shelf and took a larger one down. Morgan smiled as he watched the man who he saw as a little brother, act like a kid in a candy store.

He hit the hammer against the wall again. With every hit, moments from Lincoln's videos flashed in front of his eyes. He remembered the tears down Reid's face in the back of the car, the screams during his abuse by Oliver, the pleas as his friend got pinned down and abused. He'd never forget the look of despair as Reid laid silently and tried to escape into his mind.

"SON OF A BITCH!" he screamed before throwing the hammer at the other wall. He kicked over the table holding all his tools. He picked up random tools and began to throw them angrily at the walls. Picking up the table, he tossed it with ease before collapsing against the wall and sliding to the floor. He ripped off his gloves and threw them to the floor. He put his hands to his face and felt everything break down inside of him. Sitting on the floor, he cried as the stress and pain of a year came forward. Staying strong was hard and in this one moment, he couldn't be strong.

The day he had packed away Reid's things from his apartment, that was the day it all sunk in. He had packed away his little brother's life, into boxes he hoped would open again by their owner's hand. They would now but there had been a time when he thought they would never see Reid again. It was only for minutes he had thought that but he hated himself every day for thinking like that.

He looked up when he heard a creak. Standing at the edge of the door way, was Reid, wide-eyed and a little scared. "Morgan, are you okay?"

"No, not so much, kid."

Reid came into the room clutching a book in his hands. He sat down next to him and brought his knees to his chest. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"For a whole year, you were gone. I'm trying to act like every is normal but I can't. Kid, you got taken from us and we had no idea where you were. I had to pack up your stuff into boxes and when I closed each box, I prayed to God that I wasn't going to stand at your grave one day and see you in a coffin. I'm struggling to come to terms with what happened to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I've always tried to protect you. You're the kid of the team and no matter what, you are always going to be. I walked into your apartment the next day, the day after I last saw you, and found things smashed against the floor and you gone. I failed you for over a year. I've always seen you as a little brother and it was my job to protect you. I failed! You got forced to do things against your will and you suffered through so much pain and degradation. I watched what he did to you. You were so scared and I felt pure hate at myself every time I heard you scream."

"I never wanted you to watch those videos," Reid shook his head. "I knew he had them. Not as many as you have but he made me watch us together a few times. You're protecting me now and that is all that matters. You didn't know about Brandon or the monster. None of us can see the future. I don't blame you for my kidnapping or my captivity. I kept hold of you all, I never let go of my family. You didn't fail me, you've never failed me. I know I'm the kid. I see you as my big brother too, I've always known you had my back. Knowing that, I knew you wouldn't give up and you didn't. You found me and I need you to stay strong for me. I have to learn to trust the world again and I need you to help me learn that trust again. I know you can do that. I want you and me, when I'm ready, to go a baseball pitch. I want you to teach me how to swing properly."

Morgan cracked a smile and let out a small chuckle. He wiped his cheeks and tried to regain his composure. "I'm happy to do that, kid. I'm sorry for breaking down like this but I guess everything just came down on me. I just struggle with the fact that something so terrible and horrific happened to you. You have never hurt anyone and you deserve to have a happy life with a woman and rugrats. You didn't deserve what the world did to you. We never gave up. I'll help you trust the world and I give you this promise. Any bastard tries to lay a finger on you, I'll make sure they never walk again."

"I'm actually glad to see you let it all out. I know the rest of the team wants to let everything out. You're all trying to protect me but you're letting yourselves become vulnerable. It will take time for me to come to terms with the abuse but I'm hoping I can do it."

"Don't hope," Morgan said. "Know you will do it and it'll happen."

"Thanks for the advice, old man," Reid laughed.

"Old man?" Morgan shook his head before chuckling. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"If I'm the kid, I get to call you an old man."

He stared at the ceiling as his body moved up and down, the heavy monster already in his stride. His mind gave him salvation this time. It let him escape.

Garcia grabbed him and dragged him to the dance floor, he laughed as he twirled her around. He felt happy as the music went on. His entire week had been nothing but good and two of his papers were getting published. They finished dancing and went to the photo booth that the club had. Garcia pressed the button. They both jumped as Morgan came in there with him with three shots. He knelt in front of them.

"Drink the shot," Morgan said. They all drank the shot as the booth took the picture. The next photo flashed as Reid's face scrunched up from the shot. They all huddled together and smiled as it took the third photo. Garcia kissed his cheek for the last one while Morgan faked being shock. They rushed out of the booth and waited for the photos. Garcia picked them up and they all laughed.

"Oh, I love these. I am keeping these for life. Look at Morgan, acting all jealous."

"My man, Reid, got his hands all over my girl," Morgan joked. He caught Reid as he stumbled slightly. "Easy there, my man."

"I think I'm a little drunk," Reid giggled. "What was in that shot?"

"The night, my friend," Morgan clapped. "Let's enjoy the rest of it."

He came back to reality as he felt it finish. The monster looked down at him. His cheek burned as he got slapped across the face.

"You know I hate it when you do that!"

Reid struggled as he got turned over, his back exposed and his wrists turning too. Luckily, the restraints allowed them to turn. He yelped as the leather of the belt hit his back. "Try going there now!"

Two days later

Reid waited in his mother's room at Bennington. He wanted to see his mother and the team had finally brought him on a flight over. He sat on the bed, nervous and scared about what could happen. His mother was having a good day. He took a deep breath. The door opened and Dr Norman came in. "Are you sure you're ready for this Spencer?"

"I just need to see her."

Dr Norman nodded before leaving. Reid stood up as he watched his mother come in. He let out a small sob. "Momma."

Diana walked forward and touched his still slightly bruised face. She grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. He broke into tears as he hugged her back. She stroked his hair and made shushing noises as he buried his face in her neck and cried harder.

"Oh, Spencer. What did that evil man do to you? My precious boy, I missed you so much."

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