Hi! I will let you read this chapter soon, but first I want to thank you for all the reviews and the useful advices you wrote me. Thank you! This chapter was very difficult to translate and I hope I didn't do a mess.

PS: I forgot to say an important thing. This story can be found on the web in its original form. It's called "Il testimone" (Witness) and the author's name is Dollarbaby (It's always me, don't worry, I didn't steal anything, I just changed my nickname). Just in case someone finds it and thinks I stole the story…

Warnings: A lot of sad moments… Character death…

Chapter 2

The ride home was extremely quiet.
The agent was focused on driving, while Spencer was trying to calm his breath.
He stared at the many lights of the city, trying to not think about the brutal scene he witnessed.

That silence made him extremely nervous.
"You didn't say your name ..." he muttered in a small voice, the agent barely heard him.
The man turned for a moment to stare at him, " Agent Derek Morgan ... but you can call me Derek, kid ..."
Spencer winced at the nickname.

He hated being called "kid".

He wasn't a kid anymore. He was a nineteen years old young man.
"Did you called your parents? " Morgan asked.

This was ridiculous, Spencer couldn't believe his ears!

" What?! "
"You know, I'll stay home with you for a bit... so... how are you going to explain my presence to them?" Morgan said with a mocking smile on his face.
Spencer shook his head "I am nineteen years old and I go to college ... I live alone and I can pay my own rent and bills! " he yelled, trying to look as offended as possible but sounding more like an angry little child.
"Wow ... impressive, kid ... forget it ... so you live alone? "Morgan replied, trying to hide another amused smile.

Spencer didn't answer, he was too tired.
He just nodded.

He saw another smile on Morgan's face, then the agent returned his focus on the road. He seemed to be thinking of something, but Spencer didn't care.
Once again the car was filled with silence.

As every other night, Spencer was welcomed home by a dark and empty apartment.

The only living being in that small house was Goldie, his goldfish, who swam in its bowl of water on the kitchen counter.
When Spencer turned the lights on, Derek gave a quick look to the kid's apartment.
There was a brown sofa in the middle of the room, a small television and a large book shelf.
The kitchen was in front of the shelf. It was small and it consisted in two counters and a fridge.
There was a bathroom on the left and another room on the right, probably the bedroom.

It could have been considered shabby, but the small apartment was neat and rather cozy.
"Um ... I don't have another bed ... so ..." the young man murmured, keeping his eyes on the floor.
Morgan smiled, "Don't worry, I will sleep on the couch ..." he replied.
Spencer nodded, heading toward the bathroom on his long trembling legs.

"I'm going to take a shower ... Please make yourself at home ..." he murmured softly.

Derek came closer to him "Ki- .. Spencer. Sit down, you're exhausted ... you have to lie down, you're shaking" he murmured, grabbing him by his trembling shoulders.
Spencer nodded, allowing the agent to drag him to the couch, where Derek made him lie down.
Spencer's hands were pale and sweaty and he was shaking too much.
The boy jumped when Morgan grabbed his hands trying to calm him down.
They were cold as ice.
"Hey, it's all right ... I can try to warm you up..." Morgan said.

Spencer shoot him an angry look.
Morgan smiled, "You know what I mean ...Have you got something stronger than water to drink? »
Spencer shook his head, "I don't drink alcohol ... I don't like it" he said.
" Really? So what's that cabinet full of alcohol doing in your apartment? "Derek said, pointing at the small cabinet right under the television.
"I don't like it , but my friends do ... a lot " Spencer replied, wiping his sweaty forehead.

"Then you won't mind if I take a glass of something, will you? We will all die one day. Something will kill you eventually, no matter if you drank a few beers or not during your life "
Spencer stared at him wide-eyed and his breath became ragged.
Derek mentally slapped himself "Sorry kid ... bad choice of words ..." he said, getting up and heading for the cabinet.
Spencer shook his head, "Make yourself at home ... you can carry your bag in my room if you want ... I think I'm going to throw up ... then maybe I'll take a shower ..." he muttered wearily .
Derek stared at him, worried "You sure you're okay? "He said.
"I'm fine ..." the young man muttered, his voice barely audible, before disappearing into the small bathroom.

The shower was enough to warm his cold and exhausted body, but not to calm his nerves. He needed cigarette for that.
While drying his hair in front of the bathroom mirror, the young man kept staring at his reflection.
His brown hair were glued to his face by his own sweat. His skin was almost transparent, and the purple circles under his eyes made his hazel iris look more frightened than ever.
He looked away from himself, hurrying out of the bathroom, dressed only in his bathrobe, desperate for a cigarette.

He hurried to his room where he found his cigarette in the nightstand beside the bed.
When he found the package with the cigarette he had kept there for months, in case of abstinence like that, he treated it like a small treasure.
He put it in his mouth and lit it, taking a long breath.
Maybe it was the suggestion, but he felt himself relaxing a bit.
The sound of the television came from the other room... Morgan had switched it on.

He wanted nothing more that get into bed, free his mind of anything and just sleep.

He didn't want to think, he didn't want to remember.

The dinner with his friends had been boring and now he found himself with a police officer living in his apartment and an unknown killer hiding somewhere, waiting for the right moment to rip his throat open. The same thing he did to that poor man in the alley.

He shook his head, he didn't need to think about those horrible things.
He finished his cigarette and placed his clothes on a chair beside the bed.

He decided not to leave his house until the case was closed.
His eyes fell by chance on the black bag that Derek had left near the bedside.
It was open and Spencer saw something strange from where he was sitting on the bed.
A black T- shirt was in that bag. There were stains on it, red stains…
Spencer decided to take a better look of that shirt, just to be sure.

He felt intrigued and slightly scared.

He quickly checked if Derek was still watching TV, before pulling out the shirt from the bag.

He looked at it and gasped.
A lion with open jaws was staring at him as if it was ready to devour him. The image was covered in blood.
The world seemed to crumble down.

His legs were trembling and he couldn't stay still.
His heart was beating hard and his mind seemed numb, completely lost in fear.
No... It can'tbe...He can't be...Derek...
I have to call Agent Hotchner, now!

He grabbed his cell phone and ran to the bathroom.
He was in a hurry and he didn't remember to lock the bathroom door…
He thanked his eidetic memory which helped him remember the unit chief's phone number.
He tried to dial the number with trembling and sweaty hands and after several attempts he managed to bring the phone to his ear.
Pleasepick up, pick up, pick up please ... don't leave me alone with this monster…

It was his last coherent thought.
He felt a strong blow, a sharp pain in the back of his head and his world became dark.

He opened his eyes slowly, his eyelids looked heavy, His head was full of cotton and he couldn't keep it still.

The room was dark, but the little light coming from the TV was enough to cause him pain.

I'm stillin my house...he thought.

He was sitting on something soft, maybe his couch.

He tried to lift his head a little, but he was too weak and it fell back against his chest.
There was something warm running down his sweaty neck, probably it was his own blood ...
Frightened, he tried to move his hands, only to find them tied up with duct tape in front of him.
A barely audible whimper escaped his lips and it was only then that Spencer knew he was gagged, probably with the same duct tape that cut his wrists.
He knew he had to be scared ,but perhaps the concussion still prevented him from thinking clearly, because all Spencer felt was just pain and sickness.

"You're finally awake ... I thought I hit you too hard ..." a voice, which he immediately recognized as Derek's voice penetrated the fog that filled his head, causing him an unexpected pain.
He saw the blurry figure of the agent approaching him, grabbing his head to force him to look into his eyes.
"It's funny, you know ... I wasn't going to kill you in that alley ... I knew that you hadn't seen me ... I knew you had been too afraid to look me in the eyes ... But certainly I didn't imagine that my chief would have sent someone to protect you. But then I thought it was a good idea to be with you all the time. Who knows, maybe you really saw something, I couldn't risk ... "
Spencer felt the man smile, he was just a few inches away from his face.

The boy whined, starting to feel really scared.
The other put a black cloth before his eyes for him to see…

The black shirt…

"You're wondering why I killed that man? " the black man whispered in his ear, sending a thousand shivers of fear down the young man's spine.
"The real question is ... why not, Spencer? "His voice had nothing human

" For years I killed people and you know why? Because I can and I like it. And you know what's so funny about all this? My team never discovered my little secret… "
It was the voice of a monster, the same monster who had terrorized him in that alley.
"Of course ... leaving this on plain sight was a mistake, but it's nothing that I can't fix ..."
Those words echoed in Reid's head. They were his death sentence.
I am going todie...He's going tokill me...
He began to shake his head desperately, causing more pain to his wound.

Agent Morgan laughed again, mocking "Shhhh ...don't be scared, it'll be fine ... you won't feel a thing, I swear ..."
The man approached him and despite the boy tried so hard to keep him away from him, the monster still managed to grab his bound wrists.
When he saw him pull out a knife from his pocket, Spencer let out a cry of despair, but it didn't go beyond the duct tape that prevented him from speaking.
Derek laughed again and with a rapid movement he cut off the tape that was tying Spencer' wrists.
What is he doing? Reid thought, terrified.

Is he going to let me go?

His hope didn't last much.
"Like I said, my team never found out my secret... do you think I will be so stupid to kill you with a knife? "He was talking about his death as if the boy was not even there, as if he wasn't staring at him with terrified, tearful eyes.

Derek shook his head "No ... I invented a better story, do you want to hear it? "He was still smiling.
Spencer shook his head.
"Listen to it, you'll like it … Little Spencer is still shocked by what he saw tonight, so he throws himself from the window of the living room out of remorse for not helping tha poor dead man in that alley ... the agent who supervises him is in another room and can't prevent the boy's extreme act ... do you like it? "Derek smiled, as if he was proud of the story he just invented.
Spencer tried to hit him but Derek grabbed both his wrists, pulling him off the couch without much effort.
"Come on, kid... " Derek said impatiently "Don't make me punish you"
He dragged Spencer to the open window of the living room, while the boy kept screaming and kicking in vain.
How could his neighbors not hear his screams for help?

Eventually the man was able to put him on the windowsill, his legs dangling in the void.
Spencer closed his eyes, trying not to look down, trying to remain calm, trying not to listen to Derek's voice that was reassuring him, swearing that he wouldn't feel any pain.
The man tore the gag from his mouth, but Spencer didn't make a sound.
For the second time that night, he just stood with his eyes closed, unable to look at the man who was about to kill him.

He tried with all his might to convince himself that the door would open soon and Aaron Hotchner would walk through the door and save him, stopping his colleague and throwing him in jail.
But this doesn't happen in real life. This only happens in thriller movies.
Innocent people die every day.
Spencer never heard the door open.

He felt the disgusting man's kiss on his cheek, instead.
He felt a strong knot in his stomach, he felt the cold air hitting his face and then an impossible pain exploded in his head.
Then, it was darkness.
Watching people approaching the boy's body on the ground, lying in a pool of blood, Derek Morgan smiled from the open window.
What a shame, I liked that kid...

Please, forgive me! : (

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