Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm so happy you liked the part with baby Spencer. I thought it was wonderful yet so sad at the same time. I liked writing Reid's letter but I felt it could have been better. I am putting more views from Lincoln into the story as I want a round view of perspective. Enjoy and I'd love to know what you think. I really appreciate feedback. See, short intro today!
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JJ watched as Reid helped Henry build with Lego blocks, she saw the smile on Henry's face and the small spark in Reid's eye. He was happy when he was around her children and it broke her heart that he couldn't have his own. She felt guilty for the conversation about him becoming a father when they were at the pool. Part of her felt like she had brought his hopes up, only for more torture from the monster to burn them down. Little Spence was sound asleep in her arms after he had fallen asleep in Reid's arms earlier. Henry laughed as his godfather put a small Lego person on top of the building and began to speak in a squeaky voice.
JJ turned around and smiled at Will as he came next to her. "How are you doing?" he asked.
"He's so good with the kids and you can see it in his eyes that he wants to become a father in the future. He can never have kids though and it isn't fair. He had enough taken from him during the year he was away. Lincoln just kept taking after we got him back. Spence is a good man and he is a wonderful godfather to Henry and Spencer. I'm just struggling to see any sense in the world."
"I just got a call," Will said. "Lincoln got sentenced to death, he'll stay on Death Row till they set the execution date. The bastard is going to die."
"Good," JJ said in relief. "Reid can move on now. He doesn't have to fear that son of a bitch."
"Should we tell him now?"
"No," JJ said quickly. "Let him spend some more time with Henry. Besides, I think we should wait till Morgan and Hotch get back tonight. He doesn't like talking about anything that could taint the kids. He won't even say the man's name in the front of the baby."
Reid hugged Henry goodbye. Morgan and Hotch had arrived home a few minutes ago and Henry needed to go home and get ready for his bedtime. The baby was asleep in the car seat already. "Thanks, Uncle Spencer."
"For what?" he asked as he came back and faced his godson.
"For not being sad," Henry smiled. "Thanks for playing with me too. Love you, Uncle Spencer."
"I love you too," Reid smiled. "I'll see you soon."
"Bye," Henry waved to everyone as JJ held his hand and walked out of the house. Reid closed the door. He turned around to face Morgan and Hotch.
"It's good to see you out of your room. Will told us about you coming out," Hotch said.
"I just couldn't bear hearing the baby cry," Reid shrugged before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a cup. They followed him.
"He got sentenced to death," Morgan said quickly, getting the news out. Reid fumbled the cup, it clanged against the side before he quickly placed it on its bottom. "Kid, you okay?"
"I'm fine," Reid said before going to pick up the coffee pot. It shook as brought it to the cup. He poured himself a cup of coffee before putting the pot back. "He's going to die and that is good."
"Reid, what's wrong?" Hotch asked.
"Nothing is wrong," Reid whispered, barely enough for them to hear. "I got what I wanted and the world is going to get a hell of a lot safer when he dies."
"You're hiding something, Reid."
"Did you know he had a son, Hotch?"
"We did," Morgan intercepted. "He married a woman called Janet Lucas. They had a son together. Lincoln had violent tendencies in bed and they got divorced. We interviewed her after we captured him. Better yet, how did you know?"
"There was a tablet device in the bedroom, in the draw. I looked him up."
Morgan had forgotten all about the tablet he had left in the bedroom draw. It was a spare one that his sisters had used when they had visited.
"You all never like me reading anything online. I didn't want to tell you till I found out the result of the trial. He has a son. A monster like him, has a son. I mean, the chances of me getting away when I was with him, were not that great. He had the house surrounded with traps and he never left me alone without being tethered. There are over three hundred and thirteen million people in the US. He was just one person and I'm just one person. There are killers, rapists, thieves, arsonists and all the other evil people out there. So many that it's hard to believe. He didn't need to do this to me. He didn't need to put the drugs in my food. The only reason you found me was because of chance. He has a son and I can never have children. Part of him is always out there but there won't ever be a part of me out there."
Hotch and Morgan both watched Reid. Their concern over him growing by the second. A loud shattering noise filled the room as Reid smashed the cup into the sink. "HE TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!"
Morgan stepped forward but Reid held out his hand and faced them. "You want me to get it out, I'm getting it out. This is me talking."
Morgan stepped back and watched Reid let it out. He had heard Reid's feelings in the letter but now, he was hearing them from the source.
"He took everything from me," Reid said angrily. "My past, my present and my future, all tainted because of him. My past is full of him, full of all the disgusting things he did to me. What you saw on those DVD's is only half of it. You didn't see when he dragged me to the kitchen for breakfast, did you?! No, you didn't see me under the table, being forced to get him off. You didn't see rapes outside the house or me, walking around a tree with a leash around my neck. My present is this, feeling angry and watching everything I ever wanted fly away. My future is full of shit! I'll never find a woman in this world who will tolerate my scars and love a man who can't give her a baby and who wakes up screaming. I'll never become a father. I thought about the future I could have if I ever got away. Before he took me, I didn't really think much about being a dad. You learn to prioritize when you're in a freezing hole. I can't do my old job, I just can't. I won't become a victim to anything again. I've lost too much. I'm holding on to you all and the small scraps I have. It's not fair. He'll die but his mark on me will never die. There you are, that is how I feel."
Bobby Madsen sat in his cell, he stood up as the guard entered and took away Lincoln's belongings. "Wait, what happened to him?"
"Transferred to death row," the guard said. "Guess you got the cell to yourself for a while."
Bobby sat down and watched the guard leave. He sat on his bed and smiled. He was safe again. His cell mate was gone and couldn't hurt him any more. He clutched his stomach as he remembered Lincoln pinning him down in the bottom bunk and raping him. He'd not been able to make a sound with the hand over his mouth. He leaned against the wall. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for taking him away."
Lincoln sat in his new cell, he stared at the wall and closed his eyes.
He watched Spencer try to crawl away from him. He grabbed the chain and dragged him back, laughing with enjoyment. He grabbed Spencer and dragged him into the fun room.
"NO!" Spencer screeched as he dragged him into the room. He tied his whore to the chair by his wrists and ankles before walking to the duct tape. He placed a large strip over his toy's mouth. He caught a tear on his finger and tasted it.
"Fear, my favourite flavour," he chuckled. He brought a small hammer and forced Spencer to splay his finger. He watched the young man shake his head with red eyes. He brought the hammer down hard to the middle finger. He relished his whore's scream as the finger broke.
His mind travelled to another time, a more intimate time.
He moved his hips repeatedly as his whore sat on his lap, he enjoyed using him like this. He brought Spencer closer and held him against his chest as he continued. "I know you like it, Spencer."
"Please, stop," Spencer pleaded. He moved harshly making the whore cry out.
"Don't tell me what to do!" he snarled into the whore's ear. "I'll make this enjoyable for both of us."
He reached into Spencer's trousers and began. "NO! NO! Please, don't. I don't want to!"
Bringing his free hand up, he clamped it over Spencer's mouth. "Don't fight it, Spencer. You'll never win."
Lincoln opened his eyes and let out a content smile. He could die happily. He had his fun with Spencer. He had the memories till the day he got executed, which was still some time away.
Garcia came to the house the next morning, she came in. Morgan and Hotch had to go to work but she had taken the day to look after Reid. Morgan had waited till she pulled up before leaving. She walked in and found Reid writing in a notebook. He closed the book when he heard her come up behind him.
"What are you writing?"
"It's private," he answered.
"Okay," she nodded. "I'm all yours today. I'll make some breakfast in a minute but I want to talk to you first. We need to start getting you on your way to recovery."
"I am recovering."
"I mean, you need to start living life again. I know you've taken more hits to yourself since Lincoln revealed what he did. We need to give you a goal. You can't sit in this house for the rest of your life. You need to get out there and see the world. Do you think you could ever come back to the BAU? No-one will make you do something you don't want to do. Your life is your life."
"I can't really get excited about life," Reid said sadly.
"There are options for the future when you are ready to have a family. There is adoption."
"No agency is going to let me adopt a child. They will ask questions about my mental status, family history and about my childhood. Do I have a past drug abuse problem? Especially after Lincoln, they'll never let me adopt. I would be a man facing an army. Single father adoptions are tough and every thing about me would make it harder, almost impossible. I'm going to have to face a life of being lonely. I just don't want to face that now."
Garcia brought her arms around him. "You'll never be lonely."
"You don't know that," he said. "You'll all go and begin families of your own. Hotch has Jack and Beth, JJ has Will, Henry and the baby. Blake has her husband. Rossi has decided on his path but he is happy with that. You will start a family and so will Morgan in the future. You won't have time for me and I don't expect you to. Like I said, I have to come to terms with a lot of things but I can't do it yet. I'm just not strong enough."
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