Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds

A/N: I would like to thank all of my reviewers, once again, you guys are great. Also, big thanks to sassyboots4 again, for inspiring a scene in this chapter.

I wasn't sure if Strauss is still the director, somebody told me she was replaced, but I can't recall the new person, if there is one, so I just used Strauss.

WARNING: Nothing worse than stuff in previous chapters…Still bad though __________________________________________________

As they headed into the office the next day, Reid kept his head down, and his shoulders hunched, trying to remain as small as possible. Despite all of Morgan's reassurances that no one would judge him for what happened, Reid was still uncomfortable going back into the office. As Morgan turned in his, and Reid's reports, Hotch signaled for him to wait.

"Has Reid talked to you about what happened yesterday?" Morgan shook his head, rubbing a hand over his scalp.

"No. Why?" Morgan tried, and failed to keep the concern and worry out of his voice. They had spent the afternoon, pleasantly, watching movies and eating junk food, but Reid had still spent most of the night awake, if the dark circles under his eyes, and the extra cup of caffeine were any clue.

"I'm just worried. We interviewed Green. He wasn't forthcoming on any details, but from what he did tell us, it was obvious he'd had enough time alone with Reid to hurt him, in the vary least." Hotch paused, picking up Reid's report. He skimmed it briefly, his shoulders tensing. "I've talked to Strauss. I'm giving the whole team two weeks off, starting tomorrow. I think we all need to…come to terms with this, especially Reid."

Morgan was momentarily stunned. They hadn't had the whole team take time off all at once since the case with Randal Gardner. And god knows, that hadn't gone well. Still, it made sense for them to take time off now. Nodding, Morgan turned to leave, but then Hotch spoke again.

"You and Reid are living together?" It was more of a question, than a statement, so Morgan turned around again, folding his arms across his chest.

"Reid needed someone to help him through what had happened." Morgan didn't mention how little help he had been, thus far. Hotch nodded slightly, tapping his fingers against his desk.

"Alright…I think the rest of the team will be visiting the two of you during the break, if that's okay with you." Morgan nodded, even though he knew Reid would rather be left alone, and then he left Hotch's office, walking down into the bullpen. Garcia was standing next to Reid's desk, talking excitedly about the break they were about to have…right, Garcia hadn't been there when Hotch had asked Reid about his connection to the case, and Morgan was fairly certain no one had told her. Reid was smiling brightly at her.

Morgan sat at his desk, and spent the rest of the day finishing up paperwork, and trying to figure out what him and Reid would do during the two-week vacation, unsure of whether or not the break would help Reid or not. By the time the day was over, everyone had heard about the vacation, and all seemed relieved for the break. As Morgan followed Reid out of the building, he was surprised to see Reid in a better mood, talking animatedly about black holes and string theory. Once they got home, Reid immediately went for the shower, something Morgan understood, an overwhelming, unconscious need to keep clean.

As Reid came out of the shower, he stretched out on the couch, putting his feet in Morgan's lap and staring at the TV as a sports announcer drawled on about the players and the score.

"The others will probably want to come over and talk, so if we do go somewhere, we'll have to tell them in advance," Morgan said off-handedly. Reid looked away from the TV, scrutinizing Morgan for a moment.

"I don't really want to talk about it with them…"

"I know, Pretty Boy," Morgan sighed. He picked up one of Reid's feet, and began to massage it, working from the heel, to the arch, to his toes. Reid let out a deep groan, closing his eyes.

"Did you know that the feet contain 2.5 million nerve-endings? They have so many, because if the nerve endings didn't end there, they would have to extend past the foot…"

"Really now?" Morgan laughed, taking Reid's other foot. "Feel good?" Morgan asked, pressing his thumbs into the arch. A slow smile spread over Reid's face.

"Definitely. No one's ever given me a foot massage before…" Even as Reid spoke, he began to drift off to sleep, his eyelids fluttering closed. Morgan continued the massage, letting Reid fall asleep, before he stood up, carefully moving Reid's feet. Instead of carrying Reid to his room, and risking dropping him, he got a pillow and blanket, and got Reid comfortable, before going to bed. As Reid fell further into a deep sleep, the events of the other day slipped into his mind to torment him.

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"Make a sound, and I'll kill you." The point of a knife and the palm of a man's hand emphasize the point, and Reid immediately tenses, pressing his lips together. Warm breath in his ear, combined with the knife against his neck is mind-numbingly terrifying, and all he can do is follow the hand that carefully guides him away from his team mates. Vincent Green leads him out of the building, hiding the knife behind the palm of his hand, but keeping it pressed against Reid's neck. Reid knows he could easily overpower Green, or take out his gun and simply shoot him, but he wants to know where Fletcher is first.

Green opens a car door, and Reid instantly notes that it isn't the car that Garcia had found registered to him. Getting into the vehicle, Reid glances out the window, hoping to see Morgan and Rossi, but not having such luck. They're probably still waiting for the doctor to come out. As Green slams the driver's side door, Reid turns to him, feeling his heart-rate speed up.

"Where are you taking me?" Reid asks, trying to remain calm. Reid carefully takes out his phone, and puts it on mute, pressing speed dial for Garcia. Green turns on the car and begins driving down the road. They take a side street, and Green parks, getting out of the vehicle, and opening Reid's door, keeping the knife in plain site now. As Reid stands, he leaves his cell phone on the seat, praying Green won't see it. However, Green catches site of Reid's gun, and grabs Reid by the arm, stealing the gun from it's holster, and pointing it at Reid.

"Did you think you were going to shoot me, you little whore?" Green sneers. Reid just shakes his head, staring at the ground. He follows as Green leads him into a house, a sense of dread filling him. There's another man in the house, but he doesn't seem too concerned with what Green is doing.

Green leads Reid into a room, and Reid stumbles in when Green pushes him, much more roughly than Reid thinks a disabled man should be able to. Green steps forward, pressing the knife against Reid's side, moving it to the side so it cuts past Reid's clothes, just barely cutting into his skin.

"Be a good little whore, and strip for me," Green whispers, his breath ghosting over Reid's face like a sickly specter. His free hand is everywhere Reid wishes it wasn't, petting him through the fabric of his clothing. Reid trembles, but before he can begin to obey the command, the sound of a siren breaks through the thick air, and Green whirls around. Without thinking, Reid grabs his gun out of Green's hand, and simply shoots him. Green falls to the ground, clutching at his side, writhing and screaming out in pain. Reid knows he should feel something right now, but he doesn't. Seeing Green thrashing on the ground doesn't give him any satisfaction, or guilt for that matter. So Reid walks out of the room, putting his gun back in it's holster as he does so. As he passes the other man, he is ignored, just as he had been when coming into the house. Reid briefly considers shooting him, simply for his lack of indifference towards the crime…

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Reid started in his sleep, and found himself laying on the ground, tangled in blankets and covered in sweat. Pushing his hair out of his face, Reid extricated himself from the sheets, his whole body trembling. During the actual event, he had been calm after shooting Green, completely without remorse or fear as he walked away. Now that it was over, he felt terrified, mainly at his own reaction. Reid stood, and hurried into the bathroom, emptying his stomach before undressing and getting into the shower.

Hearing the violent retching, Morgan got out of bed, walking over to the closed bathroom door. He sighs, running his hand over his face once he hears the shower turn on. Morgan waits outside of the bathroom, and once Reid came out, Morgan simply put an arm around his shoulders, and led him into his bedroom. Morgan gently pushes Reid to sit on the bed, and then kneels in front of him, putting his hands on Reid's knees.

"You want to talk about it?"

"I didn't have to shoot him…" Reid whispered, looking away from Morgan as his eyes clouded over.

"Green?"

"Yeah…I could've overpowered him without the gun…but I didn't. And when I was walking out, I almost shot the other guy, even though he wasn't stopping me." Morgan's eyebrows shot up.

"Reid, you've been through a traumatizing ordeal. I'd be worried if you didn't have an emotional reaction like that."

"Morgan…I didn't feel anything when I did it. I just shot him. I didn't even feel guilty…" Reid shook his head, staring at the bedspread.

"How do you feel now?"

"Confused…" Reid admitted. Morgan nodded.

"It takes time to get over stuff like this, so don't worry about it, Spencer. Here, let's get in bed, and get some sleep." Reid nodded, and they both climbed into bed together, Reid curling up against Morgan's side. "Try to get some rest, Garcia's coming over tomorrow before she head off to Mexico."

"She doesn't know…" Reid muttered.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Hell no. I don't think it would be fair to let her in on that right before she head off to Mexico with her boyfriend."

Morgan let out a sigh, and nodded. "Okay, fine. But let's get some sleep now, okay?" Reid nodded his agreement before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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TBC…..

A/N: Okay, I putting this up earlier than I thought I would, and yes, it is short. Basically, the ac/dc adapter for my laptop is broke, and the batteries running out, and I won't be able to get a new ac/dc adapter for a week or two. I might be able to do the next few chapters on the family computer, but I can only use that computer so much, so the next chapter might not be up for a lONG time. Also, that's why this chapter sucked (more than usual). I'm in a hurry to finish it and post it before the battery dies.