Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. You all don't make choosing which one I might put him with easy. I've got some for Hotch, some for Morgan and some don't mind. I'm going to put a poll on my profile page and by the next update, whoever has the highest number of votes, will go with Reid if I choose to go in that direction. I'm so happy about how well you've all received this, you're all just so great to support my writing. Yes, this is my first go into this kind of storyline, I promise that there is a great story ahead. Yes, Martin is a piece of work and he's far from finished with our genius. Enjoy and I'd love to hear from you.

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Morgan made his way up the stairs of Reid's apartment building, he wasn't in a good mood after almost being run over by some idiot pulling out the parking area, obviously in a hurry. Something was wrong. He had kept an eye on his best friend all evening at Henry's party, he had not missed the fearful looks Reid gave his watch or the way he tried to hide the winces when Henry jumped up and hugged him. He came to the door and knocked. "Reid, it's Morgan. Look, I know it's late but I need to talk to you. It's urgent."

He waited but didn't get an answer. He pulled out his phone and dialled Reid's cellphone. He frowned when he heard the sound of it inside. Hanging up the phone, a horrible feeling came through him. Reid wouldn't ignore calls or a friend at his door. He lifted his foot up and kicked down the door. Even if something wasn't wrong, he didn't want to take chances. It was pitch black, he fumbled over the wall but found the light switch. Morgan made his way to the bedroom, Reid was probably in bed. It was dark as he entered. "Reid?"

As he took a step forward, he slipped on something wet and fell to the floor. He had a rough idea of where the lamp was. As he switched on the lamp, he felt a sickening pain go through his heart. Laying on the floor, a puddle of blood beneath him, was Reid. Morgan looked over his own clothes and found that he had slipped in Reid's blood and now covered in it. Scrambling forward, he rolled Reid to his back and checked for a pulse. He felt joy as he found a pulse. It was weak but he knew his friend was holding on. He ripped open Reid's shirt and found three bloody stab wounds. Running to the bathroom, he grabbed some towels and pressed one of them to the stab wounds.

"Reid! Reid! Kid, wake up. Oh god, who did this to you?" he said in a rushed voice. Looking at all the blood, he didn't have time to wait for an ambulance. Grabbing the other towel, he tied it around Reid and made sure it covered the towel controlling the bleeding stab wounds. He tied it tightly. He brought Reid into his arms. "Kid, stay with me. I'm gonna get you to the hospital."

He rushed out of from the apartment, his best friend in his arms. Every part of him praying that he got him to the hospital in time.

He pulled up outside the emergency entrance.

"You can't park there!" a nurse shouted. Morgan jumped out of his car and rushed to the lowered passenger seat.

"I need help!" he yelled. He brought Reid into his arms. A gurney was already coming out as he reached the entrance. "His name is Spencer Reid, he's been stabbed."

Reid's pulse was weaker and his breathing had grown slower too. Morgan found a nurse stopping him from going any further.

"No, I need to go with him," he argued.

"Sir, you can't help him in there. You need to let the doctor work. Are you hurt? Is any of this blood yours?" she demanded gently.

"No," he shook his head in shock. "I w-walked in and he was just laying on the floor. All that blood and he wouldn't wake up."

He let the nurse guide him to some chairs. He faintly heard her toss his keys to a security guard so he could move the car. He'd seen people brutally tortured and killed during his career but that had not shocked him like this. He felt numb and could only focus on the blood over his clothes and arms. He came back to reality when the nurse tapped his cheek. "Sir, what's your name?"

"Derek Morgan," he mumbled before bringing himself out the shock slightly. "I need to call my boss."

"I'm sure your boss will understand if you can't get to work," she shook her head.

"No, you don't understand. I'm an FBI agent and so is Spencer. I have to get my boss to secure a crime scene and he needs to come done here. He's Spencer's medical contact."

"Okay, do that and then I want you to come back here. You're in shock."

Hotch rushed down the hospital corridor. Morgan had called him and told him about Reid's stabbing. Garcia and JJ were on their way to the hospital but he had sent Blake and Rossi to the apartment to secure the scene. He knew they could handle this better than JJ and Garcia. A nurse directed him to the waiting room. He found Morgan in the corner with a vacant look in his eyes. "Morgan, have they told you anything?"

Morgan looked up and shook his head. Hotch found it hard to ignore the blood on his grey shirt and jeans. "Is that his blood?"

"I kicked down the door because when I called his phone, it was ringing inside. It was dark when I got into the bedroom. I slipped in the blood. There was just so much of it. Three stab wounds. I can't imagine how he felt when it happened. They look like they got done with a butcher knife. Someone shoved a knife into him over and over."

"Was he alive when you brought him in?"

"Barely," Morgan nodded. He straightened himself and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to process everything."

"That's okay," Hotch said gently. "Garcia and JJ are coming down now. Rossi and Blake are at Reid's apartment. We'll find who did this, I promise."

"I knew something was wrong," Morgan said in frustration. "Something is scaring him but he wouldn't tell me."

"You can ask him when he wakes up," Hotch assured Morgan.

Six hours later

"Family of Spencer Reid?" a doctor asked as he walked over.

"That's us," Hotch said. The doctor walked over. JJ, Morgan and Garcia stood behind him. "How is he? Is he alive? I'm his medical contact, Aaron Hotchner, and you can talk freely with us."

"He's alive and he's one hell of a fighter. We lost him once on the table but brought him back. We've repaired the damage from the stab wounds but one managed to nick his lung. We put him on a ventilator till he's able to breathe easier on his own. He lost a lot of blood but we're giving him transfusions to bring his levels back up. He won't wake up for a while. I don't think it'll be too long though. He's very strong. I have to ask you about a sensitive issue."

"What issue?" Hotch questioned.

"Spencer got raped. When he came in, we found bruises around his thighs and legs and we performed a rape exam."

"Oh god," Garcia gasped, holding JJ for support. Hotch could almost feel the rage coming off Morgan.

"So his attacker didn't only stab him but raped him too. Um, did you get any samples?"

"Mr Hotchner, I'll be honest with you. We did get a semen sample which I sent to the lab. When we cleaned him up, we found that he had cover up on, that was hiding a black eye and bruised jaw on his face. We found more of it on his wrists, where we found dark and painful bruises. Almost as if someone had held him down. He has scar tissue over his back, stomach, legs and arms, where cuts and welts have healed. The rape exam shows both old and new damage. Is Spencer gay?"

"No," Morgan said. "He's had interest in women in the past."

"The last girl he showed in interest was that Austin girl," JJ shrugged. "I mean, he isn't comfortable around women. Could he be gay? I don't know. If he is, why wouldn't he tell us?"

"Wait," Garcia said. "Are you telling us that Spencer, our Spencer, has been in an abusive relationship? Whoever he was with, has been raping him."

"Everything points to that," the doctor nodded. "I'm very sorry."

"I need some air," Garcia shook her head quickly before rushing out of the room. Hotch didn't even need to tell JJ to go after her, she was already gone.

"It was probably his boyfriend who stabbed him. We all know the profile of an abuser. Something must have happened. Something must have snapped inside and he wanted to finally silence his victim."

"He's in room eight," the doctor said. "I'll leave you now. You're welcome to have someone with him."

"Thank you, doctor, for saving him."

The doctor left the room, leaving the two men alone.

"Reid's not dumb," Hotch thought aloud. "He wouldn't stay with someone who was hurting him like this. Whoever was abusing him, did something to keep Spencer with him."

"When we find this son of a bitch, I'll kill him. I'll make him wish he'd never been born."

Reid felt as if he was floating. His mind brought forth memories, ones that he didn't want to see. He registered a loud beeping noise but was too lost in the memories.

"M-Martin," he cried as huddled himself in the corner, his lip bleeding and his cheek aching from being punched in the jaw. "Martin, p-please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to forget the beer. Baby, I'm so sorry."

"You're pathetic," Martin screamed at him, aiming a kick into his stomach.

"No, no, no," he pleaded as Martin pushed him on the bed and tried to unbuckle his belt. "Martin, I don't want to."

He winced as a slap came across his face, becoming dazed for a moment, long enough for Martin to rip away his belt and strip his jeans away. Martin straddled him and wrapped a hand around his throat. "I don't care if you fight me again. This is happening."

The beeping noise faded away as the darkness overcame him again.

Garcia came into the hospital room. Hotch and Morgan had already taken their places by Reid's bedside. Her heart ached as she walked over to him. Standing by his bed, she came down and kissed his forehead. "You're safe now, baby boy."

She stroked her hand through his hair. "Who would hurt you like this?"

"Someone who is still out there," Hotch sighed. "He may come for Reid if he finds out that he is alive."

"I'll stay," Morgan insisted. "We've got no idea of the lengths his attacker may go to. If he comes here, I can protect Reid."

"I want to stay," Garcia said firmly. "He's going to need someone here who can talk to him. Morgan, you can protect him but it won't be easy for him having another man around. Not after everything he's endured."

"She's right," JJ confirmed. "She needs to stay here so he won't feel threatened when he wakes up."

"Kevin can take care of all your tech needs," she said. "I can't work properly and I'm not ashamed to admit that. My place is here, looking after him. You don't need me. I trust Kevin to give you everything."

"Garcia, take care of him," Hotch smiled sadly.

"I always do."

"We'll be back soon. Call if anything happens or if you need anything," JJ offered before going to Reid and kissing his forehead. "It'll be okay, Spence."

Garcia watched as they left the room. Her eyes stayed on Morgan for a moment, he seemed distant and lost. Turning her attention back to Reid, she reached out and took his hand. She turned it over and stroked her fingers over the large bruise. She kissed the bruise and then looked to his face. "Why did you stay?"

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