Warning: This chapter gets a tad graphic. If you don't want to read it, the section is written in italics and putting it there was simply for emphasis of Spencer's condition. If you don't want to read it, you don't have to, but it will help understand him a bit further.

Meet the Family

Morgan woke up in the morning, wondering where he was and why his back hurt so much. He stretched and his back and neck popped all the way up his spine.

Looking around the room, he realized he had fallen asleep in Diana Reid's room at Bennington's. Diana and her son were cuddled up in the bed, Spencer sleeping peacefully and Diana gazing at her son with love in her eyes. When Derek woke up, she looked over at him and gave a small smile, then put a single finger to her mouth to tell him to be silent.

Derek loved that Spencer seemed so happy with his mother. He loved it that Spencer was happy at all, and it killed him that he knew he had to take him away. Maybe he could move Diana to a hospital closer to them in the Quantico or the DC area…

His thoughts were cut off as Spencer let out a tiny a whimper and Diana reached down to her son and smoothed his hair away from his face soothingly. She murmured, "Shh, it's okay, baby. It's gonna be okay." Spencer settled down and fully woke up.

His eyes opened and darted around the room in confusion until they settled on Diana.

"Mom?" he whispered, only vaguely remembering how he got here. Wasn't he still in that basement? Wait, no, he had been rescued. It all came back and he slowly remembered Derek Morgan and the hospital as well as coming to visit his mom.

"Yeah sweetie, it's me." Spencer smiled and leaned into his mom. She made him feel safe, despite what had happened to him.

Morgan decided to let Spencer stay until after breakfast. Then they would get on the road.

Diana led them down to a little cafeteria, much like the ones you would see at a school, and got a plate of food for her and Spencer. Morgan wasn't hungry and decided he'd eat later. Plus, he didn't feel quite comfortable eating the food that was for the patients.

Spencer and Diana finished eating, and Morgan decided that it was time to leave.

"Ok, Diana, I think Spencer and I need to be leaving now. It's been great meeting you and I'll bring Spencer down to visit as often as possible."

Diana looked up at him for a moment. "Alright. I trust you," she told Derek, "but I swear to God if you lay one hand on my boy, you will wish you'd never been born, ya hear?" she finished, her voice becoming threatening. Morgan believed her threat.

"I'd never hurt Spencer. I promise," Moran told her solemnly.

"You'd better not."

Morgan and Spencer said their goodbyes and left the hospital. They came to Morgan's car and Spencer got in the backseat again. Derek had decided that they were going to drive home, because he was pretty sure that Spencer wouldn't be able to handle the stress of going through the security of an airport or the proximity of the people on the plane itself.

Spencer hopped in the backseat again and hugged his knees to himself. They got on the road and Spencer finally said something.

"Are we going back to your home? In Virginia?" Morgan smiled, glad Spencer had said something to him.

"Actually, Spencer, I was thinking we could go up to Chicago, where my mama lives and you can meet her and my sisters. If that's alright with you of course," answered Morgan. Derek had decided that Spencer was going to need to meet his mother if he was going to have to stay with her sometimes and he was sure his mama would want to meet Spencer, and now that he had the time off, he might as well use it.

He still needed to call her and let her know they were coming, but that could wait until later. Maybe once Spencer fell asleep.

Soon enough, noon rolled by, and Derek decided it was a good time to stop for some food.

"Are you hungry, Spencer?" he asked.

Spencer said nothing, but Derek imagined he had nodded or shrugged his shoulders.

"Spencer? I can't hear you nod, ya know? Are you hungry?"

"Um…" he said quietly.

"Do you want me to stop for food?" Derek pressed.

"If you want to," he whispered. Derek sighed and decided that was enough for now. He couldn't expect Spencer to become much better in just a couple days. But they'd work on his decision making later. He had the habit of doing whatever anyone else wanted.

"Alright then," said Derek pulling up to a McDonald's, "this okay with you?"

"Yeah…" answered Spencer. Derek decided to just drive through and then pull over and eat in the car.

"What do you want?" asked Derek. "They've got chicken nuggets, hamburgers, or cheeseburgers."

"I don't care," he whispered again, "you choose."

"Well, I don't know what you like," said Morgan turning to look at Spencer who was currently trying to become part of his seat. Morgan sighed again and ordered him a Happy Meal with chicken nuggets.

They pulled over in the parking lot to eat and ate in relative silence, until Spencer started crying.

"Spencer? What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Derek looked around and noticed that Spencer had spilt his drink.

"Oh, Spencer. It's okay. I know you didn't mean to," Morgan told the boy and got out of the car to help him. He opened the door on Spencer's side and knelt next to him. He picked up the cup and swept the ice into it before setting in a cup holder and laying some napkins on the ground.

"There, all better. See, it's not a bit deal," Morgan told him.

Spencer looked up at him with big tear filled hazel eyes. "Really?" he asked.

"Really, kid."

"But what about my punishment? I was bad. You have to punish me, so I can learn," he said, sounding confused.

"Did you mean to make a mess? Did you purposely throw your cup on the ground?" asked Morgan.

"No! Of course not!" said Spencer.

"Then it was an accident and wasn't your fault."

"I don't understand," said Spencer quietly.

"I know you don't," Morgan said, "but you will someday."

"Thank you," said Spencer, so quietly that Morgan almost didn't hear it.

"You're welcome, kid."

They finished their meal in silence and got back on the road. Spencer fell asleep not ten minutes out and Derek decided to call his mama and let her know what was going on.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit 7, to speed dial his mom. His mom answered on the second ring. It wasn't very often her baby called her.

"Hello?" said Fran Morgan.

"Hey, mama. It's me," said Derek.

"Derek! How are you? When are you coming home?"

"Actually, mama, I'm on my way from Vegas right now, if that's okay."

"That's fine. But why? You're not in trouble are you? Did you gamble away all your money down there?"

"No mama! Everything's fine. Well, mostly fine. See, we were a real hard case down there. A man had been killing kids with brown hair and eyes. Well, we managed to find him, but when we did catch him, he had a kid with him. The kid looked like the rest of the victims, actually, I guess the rest of the victims looked like him, but anyways, the man had been holding this kid for 2 years and, um, sexually abusing him."

"Oh my God! Bless that poor boy's little heart! But Derek, what does that have to do with coming home?"

"I was getting there, mama. Well, after getting him to the hospital, I found out he had no parents that could actually take care of him, and he's only seven mama, so I decided to, uh, take him in and I wanted to take him home to visit you. See, I might need to watch him when we're all away on a case. If you're willing to. This is ok, right? If you don't want us to come by, it's ok."

"And miss the only chance to meet my first grandbaby? Derek Morga,n you are crazy! Bring that poor soul up here and we'll give him some good ol' Morgan family TLC."

"Grandson?"

"Well, duh. If he's a part of your family, he's a part of mine. I swear, for such a smart boy Derek, you can be extremely dense sometimes…"

"Whatever mama," said Derek with a smile. "We'll be there tomorrow. Oh! And mama, please realize that Spencer is extremely upset and hurt and can't be make sure that you and Sara and Des understand that. Don't press him for answers he's not ready to give and overwhelm him. And please, please don't touch him without his permission. I don't mean this to be pushy, but he's in a very fragile state and I don't want anything to happen to him."

"I got it, Derek. I love you."

"I love you, too"

"Bye"

"Bye." Derek smiled to himself. She'd reacted exactly the way he thought she would.

Around three o'clock Spencer began to wake up and they traveled in silence together for a couple more hours. After a while, Derek decided to pull into a fairly nice motel and stay the night there before getting back on the road.

Spencer and Derek got a room with two twin beds and headed up there. They were sitting in the room watching TV when Derek decided it was time to get to sleep. He went to change into his pajamas and realized the Spencer didn't have any changes of clothes. Feeling incredibly stupid, he decided that tomorrow, he, Des and Sara would take the little boy shopping and for tonight and tomorrow he'd just have to wear the clothes the hospital gave while he was staying there; a tee-shirt and pair of cotton shorts.

Derek put Spencer in the bed away from the door and went to get the lights. He shut them off and heard Spencer whimper when he did so.

"Spencer? Are you OK?" he asked worriedly and flipped the lights back on.

"Scared of the dark," he said quietly with tears in his eyes.

"Oh, that's okay, Spencer. Here, let me turn on the bathroom light. That work with you?" he asked, turning around to see the small child nod while sucking his thumb. Morgan turned on the bathroom light and turned off the overhead light, then headed to his bed next to Spencer's.

Derek fell asleep rather quickly, but Spencer was having much more trouble. He eventually did manage to find sleep though…

The door creaks open slowly. I cower closer into the wall, not wanting to be touched. Please don't! Please don't!

My chains are completely slack, pushing myself as far into the stone wall as I can. Maybe it was useless and he could still get to me, but maybe it would just take a bit longer for him to get to me. Maybe he would see I didn't want it. Maybe…

"Spencer." His voice is harsh and deep. Always. I flinched at the word. I hate it when he says my name. It's my name. Hasn't he taken enough away from me? Does he have to make me hate my name? I already hate everything else about myself.

I look up at him from behind my hair. He loves my long hair. So naturally I hate it.

"Yes?" I whisper quietly. Not acknowledging that he addressed me would be bad. Don't want to be bad.

"Here," he commands, pointing right in front of him.

I crawl forwards as much as my chains allow, stopping a couple feet in front of him.

He closes the distance between us and runs a hand through my hair. "Good boy."

I smile. Good means no punishment. He would be gentle. I nuzzle into his hand. He likes that. If he's happy, it hurt less. He would be kinder to me.

He knotted his hand in my hair and cleared his throat. I know what he wants, and reach forwards with chained hands to undo his jeans. Then, I remove his underwear, and take him into my mouth.

He finally comes and smiles at me. "Very good," he says and patting my head. Then flips me over.

No, but… I thought I did good! Why is doing this anyways?

"No… please," I whisper. "No… I don't want to."

"Don't be selfish, Spencer! Not everything's about what you want!" I start crying. Is he right? It makes sense. But still… I don't want it! It hurts!

He thrusts an un-lubed finger in me, and I scream. It hurts! Why is doing it this way? He said I was good!

"Spencer, had you not been so selfish, this would have been easier for you." He finally thrusts himself into me. Ow! It hurts! I scream. It hurts!

Spencer. Spencer! SPENCER!

... Spencer jerked awake and sat up sharply in bed, eyes glancing quickly around the room. Finally, his eyes rest on Morgan, and he remembered what was going on.

Not him, Spencer told himself. Derek hasn't hurt me yet. Maybe he won't… on that thought, Spencer threw himself into Derek's arms and started sobbing.

"Sh," said Derek, "there, there. It was just a nightmare." Slowly, Spencer began to calm down, but was still clinging to Derek. "Are you okay, now? Do you need anything?" asked Morgan.

Spencer shook his head, which was buried into Morgan's chest, but then pushed himself away, to arm's length. "Safe?" he asked poking Morgan's chest.

"Yes, safe." Morgan answered.

"Cross your heart?" asked Spencer.

"Cross my heart," replied Derek solemnly, realizing what a giant leap Spencer had just taken.

Spencer squeezed himself tightly against Derek's chest again and muttered, "Stay."

"Alright, Spencer," said Derek, not knowing how good an idea it was, but Spencer seemed to feel safer with him around, so who was he to question how he would react?

He laid down on Spencer's bed, with the brown-haired child's head resting on his chest and they both fell into a deep, dreamless sleep for the rest of the night.

The next morning they woke up and ate breakfast, with Spencer clinging to Morgan like his life depended on it.

After eating, they got back in the car and this time Spencer took the passenger seat.

They drove for a few more hours and arrived at the Morgan's house around noon. They got out of the car and Derek, with Spencer hugging his right arm, went up to ring the bell.

"Derek?" whispered Spencer, before Derek got the chance to ring the bell.

"Yeah, Spencer?"

"What if they don't like me?" he said, even quieter than before. Derek knelt down beside the small child.

"Spencer, look at me," when he complied, Derek continued, "they will like you. My mama is so excited about meeting you and my sisters will think you are the greatest thing to ever set foot on the planet. Alright?"

Spencer nodded. "Are you ready now?" Spencer nodded again, but put his thumb in his mouth, a sure sign he was nervous. Derek rang the doorbell and Fran Morgan opened the door.

Spencer edged himself behind Morgan and tried to hide from Fran. She knelt down next to him.

"You must be Spencer. My name is Fran, but you can call me Gramma if you'd prefer." Derek rolled his eyes and smiled at his mother. You can call me Gramma if you prefer. There wasn't anything she'd like more than being called 'Gramma' by someone.

Spencer nodded and continued sucking on his thumb.

"Well, come on in you two! We've got two guest bedrooms. One for each of ya." She led them through the house and into the first bedroom, where Derek set down his go-bag and then Fran took them to Spencer's room.

"Do you have a bag, Spencer?" Spencer shook his head no, and Fran frowned disapprovingly up at Derek.

"I was planning on taking him shopping today," Derek defended himself.

"You'd better have been! Now come on, I've got a nice lunch made up for us." Fran led the boys to the kitchen and they sat around the table and ate a nice homemade lunch. Fran kept trying to get Spencer to take more, but he wasn't hungry and eventually she gave up.

Soon enough, the doorbell rang again, and this time Sara and Desiree Morgan came in and cooed when they saw Spencer with Derek. Spencer tried to hide behind Derek again, and buried his head into Derek's side.

"Ready to go shopping now?" asked Fran while Sara and Des looked confused.

"Shopping?" asked Sara.

"Spencer needs some new clothes, and the poor boy can't have Derek dressing him, so…" she left the rest of his sentence unsaid.

And so, that was how Derek ended up piled into a car with his mother, two sisters, and Spencer on his way to the mall.

Really, super nervous about this chapter! *blush* Um… please, please review and tell me what you think!

Gah… hope this turns out ok. *Crosses fingers*