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Reid made his way down the stairs with Garcia's arm around him, he had stopped crying and his stomach was growling. He walked into the kitchen to find Morgan and his family cooking lunch. Fran was the first to see him. She put a tray in the oven and came over to him.
"Hello, Mrs Morgan," he said timidly. "I'm sorry about before."
"Nonsense," she smiled at him. "You've got nothing to say sorry for. It's nice to see you again. Can I give you a hug?"
Reid nodded and found her arms around him, he felt comforted by her hug. He couldn't only describe it as a mother's hug. He hugged her back and saw Morgan smile as he put his head on her shoulder. Désirée and Sarah came forward as he came away from the hug. They each stepped forward and hugged him as well.
"I hope you're hungry," Sarah smiled. "We are doing the Morgan family special dinner."
"What is the special dinner?" Reid asked.
"A lot of chocolate for dessert and a lot of calories in the rest of it," Morgan said. "We have it when we are all together."
Fran sat with Reid as she waited for her children and Garcia to put the food on the table. She watched him stare off into the distance and close his eyes. He flinched when she touch his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Spencer."
He straightened and brought his sleeves over his hands. "No, I'm sorry. I was a little lost in my head then."
"Does that happen often?" she asked.
"I can't help it and it worries Morgan, I mean, Derek, when I do go back. You shouldn't have to deal with this. I'm fine."
"I'm sorry, Spencer, but you aren't fine. Derek gets worried about you and he's worried that he isn't doing enough for you."
She watched him shake his head. "He's doing more than he should have to. I'm just having a hard time dealing with what happened to me. They're all doing the right thing and it is helping me. I'm able to eat as long as they taste it and I've gained weight. Derek calms me down when I have a nightmare. He broke down when we at the house he's renovating. He brought me a lot of books before we went there. He's like a big brother to me and I'm not helping him. I'm keeping him from his life."
"You aren't keeping him from his life," Fran assured him. You've given it back to him. I used to get calls from him because he was upset. He needed me as his mother a lot over the year you were gone. He never gave up hope and he always used his spare time to try to find you. He missed you so much, Spencer. He talks about you all the time to us. Always has. He's smiling and I haven't seen my son do that in a long time. He's laughing and he's happy because he has you back. Don't ever think you are keeping him from his life, you're helping him get it back."
"Mrs Morgan, thank you for talking to me."
"Any time," she smiled. "I'm here when you need me and you are always welcome in Chicago to visit. Now, let's get you some food and get a big smile on your face."
A week later
Reid sat on the edge of Rossi's pool, his feet dipped in the water. The sun was out and he felt the warmth of it on his back. Morgan had gotten called away to work with Hotch, the others wouldn't tell him any thing else. Garcia had brought some swimming trunks with her when she had brought some clothes around to him. He lowered himself into pool and relished the warm water on his skin. The only time the monster had washed him in warm water had been the night when Oliver had brutalised him. The rest of the time he'd been forced into a cold tub and scrubbed with a brittle sponge. He remembered the one time when he'd been punished with the an icy bath.
He shivered as he sat in the tub, his body exposed. The monster had filled it with ice and cold water. It was a month to the day since he'd been taken. The monster came and shoved his head under the water. Reid struggled as he felt the cold stab his face, he gasped and coughed as he didn't bring in any air. Rising again, he got forced against the side of the tub, the monster dunked the brittle sponge into the bath and began to scrub him.
"Stop!" he pleaded. The monster forced him on his knees in the tub before pushing his body down and submerging him in the water. He felt a hand scrub where it hurt and began to buck as he stayed under the water for longer than he could hold his breath. He got pulled out of the bath and quickly dried with a towel, his hair staying wet. The monster forced him into a t-shirt and trousers before dragging him out of the bathroom and down the small modified part of the basement. He got forced into the hole and his hands tied to the bars when the monster came around to the outside. A hand grabbed his head and forced him into a kiss through the bar. The monster stood to his feet.
"WHY WON'T YOU LET ME GO?!" Reid shouted as tears came down his face. "I have nothing else to offer you. You took what you wanted. Please, let me go."
The monster knelt. "You have plenty to offer me, Spencer. So much more. I'll never give you up. Now, I was going to let you talk but not anymore. You need to learn to keep your mouth shut."
The monster brought out the gag and reached through the bars. He managed to put the gag in Reid's mouth despite a small fight. Reid laid in his hole, flinching as the monster slammed the door leaving the basement. He put his head to the floor and watched as small droplets appeared on the floor.
"Snap out it, Reid."
Reid snapped out of the memory and looked up to see Rossi standing at the edge of the pool. "Sorry."
"You seem to be enjoying yourself in the pool."
"It's warm," Reid sighed. "When you are left in the cold for a long time, you value warmth."
"You don't have to keep your vest on," Rossi said. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."
Reid swam to the edge of the pool and lifted himself up. He kept the vest on for a reason. His back. "I don't want you all to see."
"See what?"
"I told Hotch not to tell you."
Rossi came and sat next to him, dipping his feet into the pool. He looked Reid in the eye. "What don't you want us to know? You are family, Reid, and we love you no matter what. You don't have to keep secrets from family. We aren't here to judge you, we're here to support you."
Reid thought for a moment before he took off his vest. Rossi's eyes widened as he took in the mess that was Reid's back. His hand hovered over the welts and the scars. "Oh, god."
"Brandon used a tv aerial and the monster used a belt. He used it when I misbehaved or when I used my mind to escape. He couldn't hurt me in here," Reid said before tapping his head. "He hated not being able to get to me in here. Rossi, I need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"There are a few days that I can't remember. I remember being given food and water and then nothing. It was a Tuesday when everything went dark and when I remember waking up in my hole, it was Friday. Rossi, I don't know what happened to me during those days. I'm scared because I don't know what he might have done to me."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Rossi said urgently.
"I just wanted it over and done with. Now, I keep thinking back to that blank space in my mind. I don't know what he did," Reid said before running his hands in his hair and grabbing some. Rossi brought Reid's hands away from his head and put his arm around him.
"We'll find out, I promise. For now, I just want you to get better and to focus on the future. Don't focus on something that may have happened, focus on something good. Henry and little Spencer are coming with JJ and Will to spend some time with you. I'm sure Henry will want to play in the pool with you. Okay, things will get better. Hell, they are getting better. You're okay and safe now."
"I know," Reid smiled. He picked up his wet vest and slipped it back on.
"You don't have to put that back on," Rossi sighed.
"I'm not having the kids see my scarred back."
Ten minutes later, Reid smiled as Henry came running up to the pool, already in his swimming shorts and arm bands.
"Cannonball!" Henry screamed before jumping in the pool and causing a splash. Reid laughed and hugged his godson.
Lincoln sat in the interrogation room, his bruises gone but his arm still in a cast. Hotch and Morgan looked through the one way mirror at him. "Why are we even talking to this son of a bitch?" Morgan said angrily. "I know Reid is safe with Rossi but I don't like leaving him alone."
"Lincoln has told his lawyer that he has information on two men that may relate to other missing men. It seems like Lincoln was part of a small network, at least, I think so. He knew Gary Trent but Brandon stopped us from talking to him. He wants to enter a plea bargain. He'll plead guilty to killing the six men and to kidnapping and keeping Spencer prisoner. He doesn't want to plead guilty to the rape and torture charges against him though. In return to giving us the information, he wants a life sentence. He doesn't want a place on death row and he doesn't want an execution. He has one more condition but he'll only talk to us."
"No deal," Morgan shook his head angrily. "He'll admit and plead guilty to what he did to Spencer. He thinks that because Spencer was a virgin, he claimed him and everything after that wasn't rape. We've all seen the tapes, we saw Spencer scream, cry and beg on them. He's still scared of everything. The only reason he made it to Vegas to see his mother was because the doctor gave him something to send him to sleep during the flight. I'm not okay with this. He deserves to die after what he did to Reid."
"You don't think I want him in the electric chair," Hotch argued back. "I want him to pay for what he did to Spencer, we all want him to pay. Right now, we are on a delicate line. We are agents of the FBI, not vigilantes. We have to also think about the information he may give to give us. We could put two more men in prison and possibly rescue other victims. Men that are probably going through what we saved Reid from."
Morgan leaned against the wall and shook his head. "I don't want Lincoln to stay alive. Reid can't even say his name, he just keeps calling him the monster. They both raped him on his birthday. He actually repressed it until a week ago. We spent our birthdays out and we had silent moments for Reid and that was it. Damn it! We should have look for him more. I should have ripped the country apart to find him."
The door opened to the room and Lincoln's lawyer stepped out. "He's ready to talk now."
Hotch and Morgan exchanged a glance before walking into the room. They both held their tongues as they looked at Lincoln.
"Hello agents!" he smiled at them.
"We are here to talk to you about the information you are offering in exchange for a plea bargain. You have the names of two men, who you have told your lawyer, currently are holding men against their will. If you give us the information and it proves truthful and useful to us, we'll allow the plea bargain. You must give us the name first."
"I'm not giving you the names."
"Then you have no deal," Morgan said sharply.
"No, I won't give you two the names. I will only give them to Spencer. He has to sit across from me, all alone. I want a kiss from him. Only then will I give you the information you want. The two men, their names, addresses and what they are probably doing to those innocent men. All I want is a kiss."
"Screw you," Morgan said before getting up from his chair and storming out of the room, stopping at the door as Lincoln spoke.
"Ask him, Agent Morgan. Ask that little slut if he wants it. He knows what I did and he knows what those men are going through. Would you really sacrifice two men escaping justice and harming more men? You'd sacrifice them for him."
Morgan stayed silent and walked out of the room, leaving Hotch to stare at Lincoln. Hotch looked into Lincoln's eyes.
"It's not like Spencer hasn't done it before," the bastard smiled. "I'll give you a day to consider my terms. Just know it's another day that another man screams for mercy."
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