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One week later

Morgan sat at his desk, he thanked the mail clerk as they came by. He flipped through the mail but stopped when he found one from a Florida Prison. His hand shook as he held the envelope. He opened it slowly to find a letter inside.

Hello, Agent Morgan

I'm writing to you to tell you about my further adventures with your little friend, Spencer. He enjoyed our time together and I want to let you in on a little secret. Prison isn't too bad. I've found another toy for now. I also have friends who enjoy the company of their toys too. You thought you sent me into hell. I consider this a wonderful vacation from the world.

How is my wonderful whore doing? I do miss him and the noises he would make. He will never escape me. I bet he screams during the night when he remembers me. You may want to check his fertility. I was going to wait to tell you but I just can't keep it in any longer. Let's just say that his food wasn't completely clean. His is my property and he is always will be. He's never going to have anything but my touch.

You didn't think I had plans for this scenario? Of course, I did.

Any hopes he has of the future. Of having a family or children. They are hopes that will never come true.

You should have been there when he laid in bed with me, the sound of his heart sent me to sleep. He enjoyed waking up to a fun time, the first time, he couldn't even speak because of the pleasure he was feeling.

You should take a piece of him. Well, if you can find anything left.

Look forward to seeing you at the trial,

Lincoln, Spencer's lover

Morgan kicked back his chair, ignoring the looks from the other agents. He stormed up to Hotch's office and opened the door. He walked in to find Rossi talking with Hotch. "Morgan, what is it?" Rossi asked.

He said nothing as he passed the letter to Hotch. Rossi came behind Hotch and read the letter over his shoulder. They both looked up when they finished. "Reid's fertility," Rossi said. "What did he do to Reid?"

"I think he put drugs in Reid's food. A plan, if, he got captured and imprisoned. We need to take Reid to a doctor. We need to know. If he's damaged Reid's fertility, that could have huge implications for Reid's recovery."

"He taunting us," Morgan said angrily. "The son of a bitch is taunting us. I will see him at the trial next week. Fucker will be lucky if he even makes it to the execution room before I kill him!"

"Morgan, we are just as angry are you. It's important that we calm down. Lincoln will pay for what he did to Reid. We need to do this through the system. He'll die but through an execution. I want Reid to face his abuser. We need to give him some closure."

Reid sat in the hospital a few days later. They were waiting for the results from a fertility test that he had taken. Hotch and Morgan had told him about the monster and the letter. Worry plagued him now. He didn't really know what he was going to do. The only time he had considered having children was when he was with Maeve. He remembered having dreams about her being pregnant after her death. He remembered dreaming of futures that he could never have. Deep down, he hoped that he was able to have children. The monster had taken enough from him. He hoped that he had managed to hold on to something. He had asked Blake to come with him. He felt better with her being the one with him. He knew it was a ridiculous thought but he felt like the men would look at him differently.

Almost as if he was less than a man.

Dr Brown came into the room with a file in her hands. "Hello, Spencer," she smiled before turning to Blake. "You are?"

"I'm Alex Blake, I'm here to support Spencer. He felt more comfortable having a female presence here with him."

"I have the results back from your test."

Reid knew by the look on her face that the news wasn't good. "I can't have children. I can tell by your behaviour."

"I'm very sorry to tell you this. Your test came back and we double checked just so we knew for sure. You're sterile, Spencer. You won't be able to conceive a child in the future."

Blake watched Reid's eyes tear up, he looked down at his lap and closed his eyes. "What could have caused this?" she asked.

"Judging by what you told me, it's possible that the sterility was caused by drugs being put in his food. There are medications and chemicals out there can cause it during long term use. We can't reverse the damage. There are other options for you, Spencer. If you choose to start a family, there are options."

"He took things from me. I thought I could hold on to one thing but I guess I can't even do that. I-I don't know how to process all this," he said before shaking his head. "It isn't fair. I don't deserve this."

Blake got out of her chair and knelt beside him. She put her hand on his face. "You can still have a family, Reid. There are other options like she said. You have a family now and we'll help you get through this. I know you don't deserve this. You deserve to have everything you could ever want. This doesn't make you less of anything. I know that is how you feel and you can't let yourself feel that way."

"Why did he do it?" Reid said, waving his hand in frustration. "He's took everything from me. I can't deal with this."

Blake turned to the doctor. "I need to get him home."

"I understand," Dr Brown nodded. "Here, take this though. It's information on different options for what he can do in the future. I am very sorry. I knew that you were hoping for better news."

JJ and Blake watched Reid sit at the window. He stared outside into the street. He had remained quiet since coming back from the fertility appointment. He had refused to talk to anyone.

"I'm really worried," JJ said. "He hasn't said anything. He won't even drink or eat anything."

"He's in shock," Blake shook her head. "He's just found out that he won't ever have children."

"Why is this happening to him?" JJ fumed before storming into the kitchen and putting on the coffee. "He deserves to have a wife and little children running around when he is ready. He spent a year in hell where that bastard did unspeakable things to him. He deserves happiness and instead, all he gets is this continual psychological torture by Lincoln."

Reid stared out of the window, he leaned his head against the glass.

He didn't move as he got pulled from his dark hole. He stayed limp as the monster carried him to the bedroom. It had been a year since he'd been taken. The fight was leaving him. It was easier to let things happen, he didn't have the energy to fight back now. He barely made a face when things began. A hand gripped his hair and pulled it back. "What's wrong with you?"

He stayed silent. He let out a pained moans as the monster became more brutal but he still didn't fight back. He gritted his teeth as the monster began to beat his back with a belt repeatedly while using him.

"What is wrong with you?!"

The monster finished, scraping his hands over the cuts. He got off and left the room. Reid laid on the bed and closed his eyes. "Let's see if this makes you react."

He screamed as salt hit his back.

Coming out of the memory, he saw JJ walking to him with a cup of coffee. He shook his head at her and she stopped in her tracks. "Spencer, please at least drink something."

He got off the window edge and quickly made his way up the stairs. JJ flinched as she heard his door slam.

Morgan came home and walked up to Reid's bedroom. JJ and Blake had told them what had happened at the appointment. He used his key to unlock the door and made his way in. He turned on the light and found Reid in the corner, asleep against the wall. Sitting in front of him, he brought his hand up and shook Reid's shoulder. "Kid, wake up."

Reid stirred and looked at Morgan. "Kid, talk to me. Are you okay?"

Reid shook his head but refused to talk. It worried Morgan that Reid was refusing to talk.

"You'll still have a family in the future and you have one now. I know it isn't the same as you want but we are still here to look after you and support you. Just please talk to me."

"Please, go away," Reid whispered.

"You need to talk."

"I don't need to talk to any one," Reid shook his head. "Please, respect my wishes and leave me alone. I want some time to myself."

He sighed and knew that Reid wasn't going to give him anything. He got up, went to the beside table and brought out some pen and paper. "I'll leave you alone but I'll be back soon. Lincoln's trial is in two days and we need a statement from you. In your own words. This is your chance to have how you feel brought to the case and it will help get this bastard the death sentence. Tell them how he made you feel. I know you can do this and this gives you a chance to get everything out at Lincoln."

Morgan got up and left the room. Reid stared at the pen and paper. He picked up the pen after a while and placed it on the paper.

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