Don't Let Me Stay Out Late Chapter 13, a criminal minds fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds

A/N: It's going to be short, because, once again, I'm suffering from writer's block. I know where I'm going with this, I just don't know how to get there. Also, thank you to all of my reviewers, again, you are all absolutely wonderful.

Warning: Graphic flashback in this chapter, don't read if it will bother you.

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Morgan took a deep breath, preparing himself to give Reid an explanation for what had happened, but, for the tenth time since they had gotten into the car, he simply let it out, not finding words. Reid was looking out of the car window, with his forehead pressed against the glass, looking utterly miserable. Morgan gritted his teeth, and tried to think of something to make Reid feel better, but coming up with nothing. Morgan was beginning to hate car rides, as they usually were made up of awkward silences, and followed tense situations. Forcing in another deep breath, Morgan forced himself to speak.

"Reid, she was drunk, and...well, I didn't really expect her to do that, but I swear to god-" Morgan began, but Reid interrupted him.

"Morgan, it's okay, really. I'm not mad about you and Emily kissing. You did look rather shocked by it, and not to mention we aren't really an established couple."

"What? Reid, what the hell do you mean by that?" Morgan asked as he pulled into the drive way. He shut of the headlights, and turned to look at Reid, the silhouette of his profile marked out in the sodium beam of the streetlamps. Reid shifted, and pulled open the car door, stepping out into the driveway, ignoring the question. With a frustrated sigh, Morgan got out of the car, slamming the door shut.

"Spencer, don't ignore me!" Morgan yelled as Reid jogged up to the front door.

"Calm down, Morgan, I'm not trying to upset you. We just haven't really gotten the chance to work out the logistics of our relationship yet," Reid muttered, opening the door to the house.

"What's there to work out?" Morgan asked, confusedly. Reid just shook his head, taking off his shoes, coat and bag as he walked into the entryway.

"You were clear on how you felt, Morgan. It's sweet, really, it is, but I'm not sure if..." Reid paused, sticking his hands into his pockets as he walked into the living room. Morgan followed, his gut twisting.

"What do you mean you're not sure? You seemed pretty sure when you kissed me." Morgan couldn't stop his voice from sounding bitter. Reid slumped onto the couch, rubbing his chin.

"I wasn't really thinking...okay? We're agents...we probably shouldn't start anything...I don't know, I need to think about it...maybe we should talk about this later...It's late, and I'm exhausted." Reid didn't wait for Morgan to add anything before getting up and walking swiftly out of the room, heading to his bedroom. He changed quickly, pulling on a pair of green flannel pajamas before crawling into bed. His head was spinning, and he felt sick, both from what Prentiss had said, and from what he'd said to Morgan. Reid closed his eyes, exhaustion weighing on his body like a lead vest, and he quickly fell asleep, dreams taking the place of reality as the room faded away.

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Reid tries to force his body to move, to fight, and to resist, but finds himself completely paralyzed, unable to do anything except stare forward at white drywall. He can't see what's going on behind him, but he can hear his captor behind him, rummaging through something, knocking things over. There is the occasional click of the man's cane against the concrete floor, and then it is quiet, and all Reid can do is focus on the pain in his arms, holding up the weight of his limp body, which is suspended by ropes over a mattress, leaving him slumped on his knees. He tries to think logically, to figure out a way out of the situation, but not even logic offers him hope. He's bound, and paralyzed to boot. He can't even speak, his throat feels tight, and his lips won't move. Reid knows he has no chance of escaping, and the thought alone is more terrifying than anything else that has happened thus far.

The steady click of a cane returns, and the bed he's on dips, followed by the feel and sound of a knife cutting his clothing. It isn't a rushed, manic shredding of clothes. Down the front of his sweater-vest and across the tops of the shoulders, as if trying to leave the clothing as wearable as possible, without removing the ropes on his arms. Next to go is his shirt, carefully unbuttoned before the tops of the sleeves are cut, going from the wrist to where the shirt stops at his neck. And it's cold, cold, cold, and Reid tries to focus on the cold air and nothing else as his shirt is removed. Reid wishes there was something besides drywall in front of him to focus on, because now there are hands on his skin, touching, nails scraping, and Reid has never missed his sweater-vest so much before. He vainly tries to pretend he's somewhere else, but can't bring his mind to leave the cold garage, even for the sake of his sanity.

The knife is gone, and Reid tries to ignore his sudden nudity as he slacks are pushed down, stopping at his knees. Cold, cold, cold, but this time he wishes he could ignore it, along with the white hot pain. His abductor is whispering something into his ear, and Reid knows from the tone it's nothing good, but he can't quite focus on the words enough to understand them. A hand is moving over his body again, and all he wants to do is scream, but he can't...someone's screaming, though, and it's an unfamiliar sound, in a familiar voice. The hoarse, broken screaming gets louder and clearer, but the pain fades, and the hands disappear.

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Reid woke, and realized that he was screaming, and Morgan was shaking him, nearly lifting him off of the bed. Reid's screams turned into a heavy pant, and Reid blinked, staring wide-eyed into the darkness until his eyes adjusted, and Morgan's frightened face came into view. There was a heavy bruise on Morgan's jaw, and Reid felt his stomach churn, realizing he must have flailed out while sleeping and punched Morgan in the face.

"Reid, kid...come on, talk to me, please," Morgan pleaded, panic seeping into his voice, loosening his hold on Reid's shoulders. Reid tipped his head down, wrapping his arms around himself, and opened his mouth wide, taking in as much oxygen as he could. However, he found that his throat was so tight that he couldn't get words out, only a small, keening noise. Reid pushed his face into Morgan chest, and screamed, just once more, just to free his voice box.

"I-I had...I had a nightmare," Reid gasped, his fingers digging into Morgan's biceps. Morgan just nodded, settling his hands on Reid's back.

"You gave me a fucking heart attack," Morgan muttered, unable to keep his voice steady. He couldn't remember ever being as frightened as he had when he had come into the house after walking Clooney, only to be greeted to the sound of Reid screaming. His heart was still pounding frantically in his chest, and he found himself pushing his palms against Reid's back, focusing on the frantic rise and fall of his rib-cage.

"I'm sorry," Reid muttered, closing his eyes and trying to relax so he could get his breathing under control. "I guess the case just brought all of the memories back." Reid swallowed against the lump in his throat, and pulled away from Morgan.

"You okay?" Morgan asked, letting Reid pull away. Reid shook his head, running his fingers through his hair nervously.

"I thought I was done having nightmares about it," Reid muttered, grabbing some blankets and pulling them around himself. Morgan watched as Reid took in a few slowing, shaking breaths, hugging the blankets to his chest.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Morgan asked.

"No...could you stay though?" Reid asked. Morgan frowned slightly, hesitating, but nodded, and took off his socks and shoes, before lifting the covers and crawling in next to Reid. He wondered how many nights Reid would need him like this. Reid must have noticed his hesitation, and realized the reason behind it. "I-I'm sorry...you really don't have to...if it would make you uncomfortable."

Although he knew that he should probably stay, Morgan nodded, and got out of the bed. "It does, man. You said you didn't want a relationship, but now you want me to crawl into bed with you?" Morgan paused, running his hand over his scalp. "I know you're going through a rough time, but that's no excuse for being a damned tease." Morgan knew it was unfair, that Reid had just been looking for a little comfort, but he was tired, stressed, and frustrated. So, knowing that Reid was probably ten times as tired, stressed, and frustrated as himself, Morgan went to his own room, where he wouldn't have to deal with an emotionally wrecked young man who needed his help.

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TBC...

A/N: I've got my laptop back in service, but I'm having some difficulties writing this, so I might take a week or two off from this to write some other stories, and hopefully that will help me get out of this rut I'm in with writing this. Don't know why Morgan is so bipolar, and why he keeps being mean so mean to Reid...