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Disclaimer: I do not own CM or the characters (though I wouldn't say no to Reid). I'm not making any money off of this.

Two Years Later

The young boy who was once Spencer Reid curled up in his corner of the basement. There were chains around his wrists and ankles, restraining his movement enough to where he could crawl forward a couple feet from the wall but that was it.

He pulled himself into an even tighter ball, trying to retain some of his body warmth. The basement was cold and he wasn't allowed clothes. What did he need them for? But by now he was used to the cold.

No, the cold was the least of his problems he reminded himself as he heard footsteps from upstairs, reminding the boy of his presence. But as he listened, Spencer realized, he wasn't coming towards the stairwell that led down to him. He let out a momentary sigh of relief, but didn't allow himself too much hope, as that could change any second.

He sat in silence for an interminable amount of time, before he heard something coming from outside. Were those sirens?

"Fuck!" Spencer heard him yell, and then run towards the stairs.

Spencer whimpered as the key turned in the lock and the door swung open.

"No," he moaned quietly, not wanting another beating any time soon.

He rushed over to Spencer and undid the chains attaching him to the back wall and pulled the small child to his feet by his hair.

"So beautiful," he said in a harsh whisper as he leaned down to briefly smell Spencer's hair, before rushing the boy out of the basement and upstairs.

Spencer was having trouble walking, from lack of practice and stumbled his way upstairs much more quickly than he was ready for. Eventually, he got tired of Spencer's clumsy pace and hauled the naked child upstairs fireman style.

Calls of "FBI!" were heard from the front door before it was kicked in. Seeing that there was no way out, he pulled Spencer off his shoulder and held him in front of him with a knife placed to the boy's throat.

Spencer whimpered. "Master, please," he whined, knowing it would do no good.

"Shut up!" said Master, and gave his hair a sharp yank, to accentuate the point and reveal more of his pale throat.

"Don't move!" yelled Spencer's 'master' to the FBI agents in his house. "Don't move, or I swear to God I'll kill him!"

"Easy man," said the tall black man that kicked the door in. "Easy, you don't have to hurt anyone. It's just between us. The kid has nothing to do with it." He raised his hands slightly, to look less threatening and eased himself towards the man.

"Stop! Stop or I will cut his pretty little throat!" He pressed the knife harder against Spencer's skin. He whimpered when he felt the small trickle of blood.

"Ok. Alright," said the man.

"Put down your gun!" The FBI agent hesitated. "Put it down!"

He complied. By this point, the man had attracted the rest of the team. They watched the scene before them, trying to figure out the best way to get the child away from their UnSub, without hurting anyone.

"Sir," started Hotch, "please, put the knife down and back away from the child."

"Put. Your. Guns. DOWN!" yelled the UnSub slowly getting louder with each word.

"Okay," said Hotch, as he placed his FBI issue gun on the ground and put his hands in the air and continued to inch towards the UnSub.

"Mr. Harrison, put the knife down and back away from the child."

"No!" he yelled, but was starting to look unsure. Hotch continued to slowly make his way to the UnSub, looking as unthreatening a possible.

He was finally in range of the UnSub and reached out to grab his had holding the knife to the child's neck. He moved quickly and was able to take the man by surprise. He wrenched the hand away from the child and tackled the UnSub to keep him away.

The knife flew across the room as the UnSub let go of it when he fell and Hotch turned him his stomach to cuff his hands and read him his rights.

Meanwhile, Derek Morgan ran over to the boy that was curled up in a ball across the room. He squatted carefully down next to him.

"Somebody, get me a blanket or something to cover him in," he commanded the team, though trying not to be too loud, because it was obvious the poor child was terrified of him.

"Here you go," said Prentiss, as she held out a light weight blanket. "Will this work?"

"Yeah, it'll be fine," Morgan said taking the blanket and draping it carefully over the quivering body of the boy. He flinched when it came in contact with his slight body and started shaking.

"Hey, hey there. It's alright," said Morgan soothingly. "My name is Derek Morgan. I'm with the FBI. We're going to help you, alright?"

"No," the child moaned more than said. "Nooo," and began to struggle with the blanket, trying to get it off. "Not allowed. Can't have this," he looked ready to go into a full panic attack.

"Hey, it's perfectly OK for you to have this blanket, alright kid?" Derek said, trying to get through to the shaking child.

"Not allowed… too dirty for it," he continued to say and trying to weakly throw the blanket off of him.

"Kid. Kid!" Morgan said, starting to get worried. "It's OK. It's fine." He grabbed the boy's shoulders firmly with out thinking to get him to look into his eye, before realizing what a mistake that was.

"No! No! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" he started to yell.

Derek jerked his hands back immediately, cursing himself for his idiocy. Stupid! Who grabs an obvious traumatized and nervous kid like that? Idiot! He berated himself, as the kid continued to scream.

Morgan stood up and ran a hand over his head nervously.

"Prentiss?"

"Yeah, Morgan?"

"Could try and calm him down a bit-?" started Derek, but Emily cut him off.

"Me? I know nothing about children! You're far more qualified for this. I have no idea where to even start," she nervously babbled, until Morgan interrupted her.

"Emily. He's obviously been very hurt by a man and is terrified of all men at the moment. He needs a woman to bring him to his senses? Alright?"

"Ok…" she said, and uncomfortably made her way over to the child.

She got near him and dropped to the floor. "Hey? My name is Emily Prentiss. I'm with the FBI. We'd like to help you. Can you tell me your name please?"

The little boy peeked up at her with big brown eyes that broke Emily's heart. He'd quieted down and looked deep in thought as he bit his lip, like he was trying to decide rather to trust her with his name or not.

He murmured something quietly, that Emily couldn't hear.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you. Can you repeat that a bit louder for me, sweetie?"

"Spe-sser Reid," he mumbled, a bit louder, but still wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Spencer Reid?" she asked. He nodded. "That's a wonderful name," she said with a smile. "Now, do you want the blanket back?" she asked, seeing that he'd finally managed to get rid of the thing.

"I-I'm n-not allowed," said Spencer, and Emily had to strain her eyes to hear.

"Why not?" Spencer shrugged his shoulders. "Well, who told you, you can't have a blanket?"

"Master," he said.

"Is he the man we just took out of here?" He nodded.

"Well, he's not here anymore, so why don't we just let it be our little secret. I can keep a secret."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then met her eyes with his heat shattering puppy-dog like look. "Cross your heart?"

"Cross my heart," said Emily, drawing an X over her heart with her finger.

The little boy nodded and accepted the blanket.

"How old are you Spencer?"

"Seven, ma'am."

"No need to start calling me ma'am. Now let's get you outside to the EMTs so they can make sure you're alright, OK?"

"Do we have to?"

"Yes, we do."

"Alright then," he said shakily and tried to stand up. He stumbled and had trouble finding his footing. Eventually, Prentiss got her arm around him and managed to lead him outside, with Derek following closely behind them.

She took him up to an ambulance where they tried to place him on a bed. He look up at Prentiss with terror written on his face.

"Please no. I don't want to be here."

"I'm sorry Spencer, you need to be looked at."

The EMTs were crowding around him, and managed to get him in the truck. Morgan tried to hop in with them, but one the EMT's shook his head and said there wasn't enough room.

Morgan didn't waste time with arguing, and hopped in one of the FBI SUVs to follow them to the hospital.

Once on the road, Morgan pulled out his phone and called Garcia.

"Hello, you've reached the Tech Goddess of Eternal Wisdom, speak and be amazed."

"Hey baby-girl. Could you look someone up for me?"

"You know it, my chocolate muffin. Everything alright?" she asked, catching onto his tone.

"Maybe. There was a kid with Harrison and he was pretty upset. Can you look up the name 'Spencer Reid."

"Sure… can I have some more information on him? Spencer Reid's a fairly common name."

"He would have gone missing a while ago. He's about seven years old. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Looks young for his age, but at the time he went missing, he might not have."

"Thank you! I'll call you back when I get something. Garcia out!" She said before hanging up.

Morgan sped the rest of the was to the hospital and rushed into the proper waiting room for Spencer. He didn't know why, but he felt attached to the kid who didn't look like he could be older than 5.

Morgan and Emily were hanging out at the hospital while the rest of the team got their stuff together to return to Quantico.

Morgan's phone started vibrating.

He answered it immediately. "Talk to me."

"Hey my chocolate God. I found some information on that poor kid you're looking into."

"Really? What is it?"

"God, the poor thing's had a hard life! His dad died a couple months before he was born. He took care of his mother who was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic until he five, because he was kidnapped. Pretty soon after he was taken, his mom stopped taking her medication and the neighbor realized something was up and she was committed to a sanitarium, but because of her mental status and the fact that Spencer didn't have much contact with other people regularly, not being in school yet, everyone thought her fears that he was gone were a part of her disease. It took awhile to look into his investigation when they finally realized she was right and by then, it was almost too late to find anything."

"God. Poor kid."

"What's going to happen him when he leaves the hospital? He's got no place to go. No parents."

"Don't worry baby girl. I'll take him in myself if I have to."

A doctor walked through the door right then. "Spencer Reid?"

"Gotta go baby," said Morgan, closing his phone and ending his call. Prentiss and he stood up. "Yes?"

"Are you family?"

"No, but we're the closest thing at the moment," answered Derek honestly.

The doctor nodded started informing them on what happened. "Physically, there's not much wrong with him. We had to sedate him when he was on his way because of he was having a panic attack and couldn't calm down. He's still out. He was dehydrated and his stomach was almost empty. Just enough to keep him alive. There are lacerations across his back and chest. Some needed stitching but for the most part their superficial and just need to be cleaned and have salve put on them a couple times a day so they heal with no infection. Some bruising that will heal on their own with time. There's evidence that some of his bone were broken in the past, but they were taken care of and healed nicely. And, um.-"

"Yes," prompted Morgan, seeing that the doctor didn't want to go into this one.

"There were obvious signs of sexual abuse due to the amount of tearing we found along his anal passage," she finished in one breath.

"Fuck," said Morgan, though he already knew it deep down, from the way he reacted to touch and was naked when they found him.

"We provided him with clothes and he should be ready to go when he wakes up. Who will he be staying with when it's time to go?"

"Me," said Derek, surprising himself, "until we can get in contact with some family, he'll be staying under my protective custody."

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