Thank you all for reviewing. My deepest apologies for those who were a little weary of reading the previous chapter due to the warnings, while I'm not sure how many of you there actually was, I'll give a recap just in case.

I hope this will help wrap up what happened, I even removed some details in an attempt to make it shorter. If you did read the last chapter, you can skip past all this.

"Reid, can I talk to you about something?" He asked. The younger agent noticed the seriousness in his voice and met eyes with him. He was curious on what Aaron wanted to talk about.

"I, uh... Okay."

"Now, this may be a little difficult since it involves your f- William," Spencer tensed at the name so Aaron continued. "And I just would like to ask; did he ever abuse you?"

"Dr. Aled asked me that and I told him 'no', you were there, you heard me." His response was almost immediate and automatic.

"Was it the truth?"

"What do you mean?" Spencer's sad eyes had a hint of indignation. "Are you asking if I lied?

"No, I'm asking if it was the truth." Hotch kept his voice even and calm.

"Yes, of course." The hesitance when he spoke told a different story. They may both be profilers, but Aaron had experience, and Reid was a terrible liar.

"Spencer, you don't have to be ashamed, I will help you." He said softly, using a hand to hold Reid's chin up so that he was facing him, but his eyes were looking at the floor.

"I can help myself." Reid muttered, removing his face from Hotch's grasp and returning his gaze to the floor.

"Spencer, I know how you feel-"

"Don't talk to me like a victim." Reid suddenly shot up. Aaron opened his mouth to protest, but he didn't get a chance to speak. "You don't know how I feel, I don't need to be treated like some little kid all the time, I'm 30 years old, damn it! I don't my hand held for every bad ****ing thing that happens to me! I can take care of myself, I don't need everyone I know butting into things that's none of their business!" He reached up and gripped his long curls. "Son of a b****!" He cursed out loudly, so loud that Hotch thought that it was heard from every crevice in the house, including the next room over where his son was.

"Reid, your room, now." The older man pointed a finger out of the kitchen to where the stairs were, his voice boomed with authority, the now stoic expression on his face made no room for argument.

Once he was out of sight, he lowered his arm to his side, trying to get over what just happened. His youngest just had an outburst, but why? He was only trying to help him, not hurt him. Was he embarrassed?

Reid needed help, and right now, Hotch wanted to go to the prison where William was being kept at and beat him to a pulp.

Because the BAU leader now believes that William Reid did more than just abuse his only child, and was Diana ever aware of it?

(Spencer Reid!)

Language advisory, less severe than the last chapter. And yes, drug use warning and mentionings of child molestation. Poor Spencer. :(

Jack jumped at the outburst that emitted from the kitchen, he spun around from his seat on the couch in time to see Spencer rush by and up the stairs. Is Spencer mad about something? It worried the boy and he was about to go to his father for information, but Hotch was already trudging into the living room, a hand over his face.

His daddy looked tired, even though he woke up almost an hour ago, he even slept in a little. Finally, the child couldn't contain his curiosity, so he hopped off the couch to go speak with his exhausted looking father.

"Daddy, what happened?" He asked, concerned. "Is Spencer okay?"

After the child finished, Aaron's mind immediately fell back to the thoughts he was having a short while ago. To think that William could have actually done the unthinkable to his only son, which might explain Reid's defensive behavior, made Hotch nearly feel sick. Spencer was so innocent, and yet his very own biological father had the guts to... Ugh. The Unit Chief just couldn't get the word out, that one particular word, even though he's very capable of saying it and explaining it as well when it comes to his job, but this wasn't some child he barely knew, it was his youngest, Spencer Reid. Although he knew he shouldn't, he was starting to feel pangs of guilt for his actions on the younger man's attitude, Spencer was probably not only ashamed, but afraid. How could Hotch not have seen it? He was a profiler, and yet he overlooked it. He didn't really want to admit it right now, but Reid is usually fairly easy to profile, but he still managed to slip up. He honestly wouldn't be too surprised if Spencer hated him now.

They needed to talk, even if the young doctor didn't really want to, a talk was desperately needed, for the sake of both of them. He assured his son once that everything will be okay and that he was going to take care of it. Jack nodded and returned to the TV as Hotch began ascending the stairs, he wasn't surprised to see Spencer's bedroom door closed. He was feeling a little reluctant, but now was not the time to feel uncertain, he needed to be a father for a man who never truly had one, a man who he saw as his own son, someone he loved and cared for. It made Aaron think, what would things be like today had Gideon never found Reid? He shook his head, ensuring that he didn't distract himself as he approached a certain young genius' door.

If only he'd been aware of what was going on inside, he would have moved faster.

(Spencer Reid!)

Spencer was certain that he'd cried his eyes completely dry, no longer able to produce another tear. He felt awful, Hotch was only trying to care for him, and he just shoves him back. He couldn't help it though, childhood memories of his father was... something he'd rather forget, but it seemed that he didn't even really need an eidetic memory in order for any of that to remain in his head for probably the rest of his life. He sighed as he sat slouched over on the edge of his bed, thinking about how he ended up here in the first place. Hotch took him in when he was lonely, they spent time together, Aaron taught him what it was like to be the one who was cared for, what it was like to have a father that loves you and would never leave.

And this is how you repay him? Reid thought bitterly. Hotch has done more than he needed to for him, and he thanks him by that scene in the kitchen. Was this why William and Gideon left? Was there a moment that he oddly can't recall that made them no longer wish to be a part of his life, or for him to be a part of theirs? Did he do something that caused them to hate him? And how is Hotch going to react? Will he finally kick him out, tell him that he's no longer welcome here, force him to find a new home where he shall forever live by his lonesome? Will he no longer wish to be his friend, his surrogate father? Or even worse, leave just like William and Gideon had?

It ached his heart to think that he may have very well been the sole cause of his father's and his former mentor's departures. Was this why he never had friends in high school? He always assumed that because he was a genius, people viewed him as a 'freak', they judged him for what he was, not as a person. Now he was beginning to reconsider.

Just when he thought that he managed to push earlier memories of William in the back of mind, Hotch brings them right out into the open again, Spencer knew the BAU leader meant no harm, he's only trying to look out for him, because that's what fathers do. He never experienced such a feeling as he grew up, so it was kind of foreign to him now that he was an adult and whenever something bad happens, six other people are there to let him know he's not alone. When he chose to give it some thought, it felt nice, but thanks to the severe trust issues he developed over time, it's hard to accept, thanks to Aaron though, they've died down.

He didn't want to think about what his father did to him, it was far too embarrassing. Sometimes he could almost feel his hands on him still, creepy fingers rubbing around against his smooth, pale skin. He grunted, shaking his head of the image. He just wanted to forget about it, but because of his strong memory, it was impossible.

Then again, maybe there is a way... No! Do not go down that road again! But it would help so much with forgetting, in fact, it was the only accessible method he had right now. He sat there for a moment, weighing down the positives and the negatives, he could do 'it' and forget about these damned memories, or he could show his team, his friends, his family, how weak he really is. He bowed his head, holding his face in his hands and sobbed. He just wanted forget, but he also didn't want to disappoint his team, if that outburst he gave Hotch didn't make him leave or kick him out of the house, what he was considering doing would most certainly do that.

He couldn't take it anymore, he just wanted to forget everything now, the guilt he felt, the horrible memories of William, everything. He got up from bed and shuffled over to his dresser and pulled open a drawer, he dug through the very back at the bottom and pulled out the two items he was seeking. Spencer returned to sitting on his bed, wondering if he should still do this, as much as he really wanted to.

He stared long and hard at the little bottle in his hand, he only had one left, and it was his only physical memory from the Hankel case, as he'd already used the other one up and thrown it away years ago, but afterward, he managed to get help and stay clean ever since.

The idea of upsetting the ones who care about him was hard, he might be being selfish, but none of them probably endured what he did in the hands of their fathers.

But perhaps now would be a good time to break that clean streak, he still had an unused needle and a syringe. He filled it to the top with the liquid, it was all ready and prepared to be injected into his veins, but there were two things he hadn't been counting on at the moment; someone knocking on his door, and the fact that his door didn't have a lock.

"Reid, may I come in?" Hotch's voice spoke from the outside.

Several scenarios ran through the young profiler's mind. Was Hotch about to confirm his fears and kick him out or leave his life and never return? Was he here to demand an explanation for his behavior, or 'talk about it'? Or maybe even continue the subject about his father abusing him? That last thought made him more determined than ever to press down on the plunger so that he can escape reality. Unfortunately, Aaron decided to just open the door whether he got a response or not, he just happened to walk in on his youngest sitting his bed, empty vial next to him, a syringe and needle in his hand, his other arm situated with the pointy object jabbed into where a vein likely was, what startled him more was the cold, blank stare that Spencer had in his face. Seeing his finger more than ready to push the plunger, Hotch knew he had to act fast, not through actions, but with words.

"Reid," He started calmly. "I'm not mad, just put the needle down, and we will simply talk. That is all I ask." He inwardly cringed, he was talking to him like an unsub, but either Spencer didn't notice or he didn't care. His cold expression was softening and his blank eyes returned to their normal beautiful brown color, he could feel the guilt building back up.

"I'm sorry." He spoke, just above a whisper, still in the same position Hotch found him in. "I just want to forget."

"What are you wanting to forget?" The older man asked cautiously as he took a step forward. "Is it about William?"

"I can't tell you." Spencer shook his head, his voice was so quiet that Hotch had to strain in order to hear him.

"Yes, you can, Spencer, you know you can tell me anything, I will not think differently of you no matter what." The Unit Chief continued to edge his way over, slowly, but surely.

"Yes, you will, you guys always do." Spencer turned his gaze down at the needle in his arm, all he had to do was push down and it would be over.

"That's not true, and you know it." Hotch said, his voice a little more stern. "None of us have said a word about your... issue with Dilaudid for years, and have you been treated any differently afterward even since before then?"

"No." Came a soft reply.

"Reid, I'm sorry if I upset you by asking about your father—"

He was cut off when Spencer shot up, silently glaring at him. Hotch wasn't sure what else to do or say at the moment, that is until Reid raised his arm up, showing Aaron the needle he was about to press down on. Realization struck Hotch, and he was fearing the outcome.

"Reid, don't do it." He noticed the tension growing in the younger agent's features, he wanted to just run forward and snatch the needle out of his hand, but he knew he likely wouldn't be quick enough.

"Reid, I promise that we can sort this out, just put down the needle." Hotch raised his voice, hoping to yell some sense into Reid, was he even aware of what he's about to do? "Reid? Reid! Don't..." He trailed off when he saw it was too late, he couldn't believe it.

Spencer pressed down the plunger, the fluids were now flowing through his veins, he took the needle and syringe out of his arm and let it fall carelessly to the floor. He jerked back and forth a few times, trying to stay upright, but at the same time, willing the drug to take control. By the time Aaron reached him, he'd fallen onto his bed, lying on his back, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open. The last thing he saw was the concerned look on his boss's face before everything went black.

He stared in disbelief at his intoxicated team member. Not only did Reid fail him and his friends, but Hotch failed Reid. Sighing, he sat down on the bed next to Spencer, he would wake up eventually and he wanted to be there when he did, he wasn't sure how long it would take, but he was willing to sit it out. He now regretted asking him about his father, though he already figured the answer to his question, and it gave him even more ideas than he cared to think about.

One of them being that that bastard William may have actually molested his son. The thought alone made Hotch's stomach churn, sweet, young, and innocent Spencer Reid, going through something that no child should ever be put through. He couldn't help but grip the edges of Reid's blankets and squeeze for all it was worth, even when Foyet was alive and killing people, he never felt such hate toward another man like he did with Spencer's father, if only he would just confirm his allegations.

"No... Get away..."

The BAU leader jumped when he heard mumbling, obviously coming from Reid. He stared down at the drug induced young man. He appeared to be having a nightmare, or worse yet, a flashback.

"Please, leave me alone."

Hotch swallowed thickly, perhaps Reid didn't even need to be conscious to confirm his suspicions.

"Don't... Don't touch me there, stop it..." Spencer whimpered and began to squirm.

William was going to pay, by God, if Hotch had to lose his credibility at the Bureau, William Reid was going to pay.

"Please, don't do this... I'm begging you."

He really wanted to shake him awake, but he wasn't if it would actually work since he was under the effects of a narcotic.

"Dad, don't. H-help, someone... Help me!" Hotch was startled when Reid suddenly sat up, he hadn't been expecting him to get over the drug so quickly. Aaron immediately got off the bed and stood in front of Spencer, gripping his shoulders.

"Reid, look at me, look at me." He urged. His head was down, but his eyes finally snapped open, He saw his team leader, his usual stoic expression was still replaced by that look of worry and concern he saw before he... well, he didn't want to mention that again.

"Hotch?" He asked warily, the effects of a hangover was starting to become prominent.

"I'm here, son." The older profiler assured.

"I'm sorry." Spencer said miserably before looking down at his lap and away from Aaron.

"Reid," Hotch took Spencer's chin and forced their eyes to meet. "Trust me when I say that you have nothing to be sorry for."

"Yes, I do." He shook his head furiously, but Hotch's grip was not lost. "I just broke my promise and took drugs right in front of you, and I... treated you like shit."

"Language, Spencer." Aaron warned. "Though you are right about the drug taking, we'll get back to that." Reid nodded and turned his eyes away again. "The way you behaved after I asked you about your fath- William was understandable." The young doctor looked confused as ever at this, so he continued. "You were afraid, and I didn't see it. And for that, I apologize."

"No, it was my fault, Hotch, I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that." He mumbled, blushing. "You were only trying to help me."

"How about this, it was both of our faults?" Hotch suggested. A ghost of a smile formed on Reid's face. "Now," The older man went and sat next to him on the bed. "Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" When he asked this, Spencer gulped, he knew he needed to get it off his chest at some point, and that point was right now. Plus, he assumed that he said things during his buzz from the Dilaudid that Hotch undoubtedly heard, so there was no avoiding this no matter what.

Spencer took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, Hotch waited patiently, knowing that he was nervous and scared.

"My father," He began shakily, clearing his throat. "William, he, uh... A lot of the times whenever we were alone, he used to take me to either a bedroom, or the bathroom and..." His voice began to crack and he clenched his eyes shut, Aaron instinctively wrapped an arm around his shoulder to provide comfort. The young genius took a moment to calm himself before he continued. "He would, ugh, t-touch me in... places." He sniffled. "I would always call out for help, but we were always alone, every time. He never did anything real... major, he just, touched." Hotch felt a mixture of sadness and anger rush through him as if he'd been injected with a drug himself. He was proud that Reid finally opened up to him, and he was deeply enraged with William, in fact he felt like doing what Morgan often does and punching a wall until he felt better, it took a surprising amount of willpower not to do so.

"He always threatened me and said that if I ever told anyone, he would... ehm, he would ra... Ra- Oh!" Spencer allowed his emotions to go free as he broke down in harsh sobs. He buried his face in his hands as his whole body shook. "I'm sorry, Hotch! I can't say it, I just can't say it!" Aaron immediately pulled the thinner man on his lap and wrapped his other arm around him protectively, holding him close.

"It's okay, Reid, you don't have to say it, alright?" Hotch soothed, honestly though, he didn't want to hear it either, as a matter of fact, it was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. He could not believe this, even though this is not the first time he heard of such a thing happening to his agents, the other time being Morgan when he was younger and Carl Buford, but Derek was much older than Spencer when it happened to him, more independent and certainly capable of defending himself when absolutely necessary, Reid was much more of a child, he may have been a genius, but he was still a new life in the world, and his very own father took advantage of that, only to abandon him and his mother later on. It sickened the Unit Chief, he's dealt with twisted criminals in the past, but this is different because it was personal, or at least it felt personal, the youngest, most innocent member of his team was sexually abused and threatened by his biological father, he made sure they were by themselves so he wouldn't get caught, and to ensure Spencer didn't tattle, he made threats to him.

Hotch snapped out of his thoughts when he realized how wet his shirt had gotten, he decided to disregard it for the time being, he had something he needed to do, that is, once he finished comforting the young man in his arms. Spencer's tears slowly died down, but he was still shaking, Aaron simply rubbed a hand over Reid's surprisingly lean back in circles. Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes, he pulled away, looking guiltily at Hotch's shirt.

"Don't even apologize." The BAU leader smirked, almost playfully, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

"I'm sor-" Spencer managed to stop himself in time when he realized what he was about to say. He found himself giggling a little.

"Good save." Hotch chuckled, wiping a stray tear from the younger profiler's cheek. Seeing that he was cheered up somewhat, Aaron announced that he had a phone call to make, he left Spencer and entered his room/office next door and picked up the phone.

While Hotch was talking to whoever he called, Reid looked down at the empty vial, syringe and used needle on the floor, he picked them up and carried them to the bathroom, then he wordlessly dropped them in the trashcan, he was tempted to flush them down the toilet, but he decided against it, not wanting to find out what it would do to the septic tank. Just then he could hear Aaron talking in an unhappy tone, it made him both concerned and curious, he decided to try and eavesdrop, then almost regretted it when he heard his boss say something that made his blood run cold.

"What do you mean he's out on bail?"

Whoa, I didn't see that coming, did you?

I hope you enjoyed, sorry for those who may not have been able to proceed through this chapter because of the warnings. :(