Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. To clarify, Reid is not in love with his abuser, you'll find out why he stayed in this chapter. Yes, Martin is an asshole and you'll want to call him worse than that in the next few chapters. I'm sorry if it came out a bit weird in the last chapter but Morgan stayed in the room. He didn't leave Garcia alone. That's my bad. Okay, if I choose to go the route of having Reid go with either Hotch or Morgan, I have the result of the poll. Morgan won the poll. A whooping 86% of you voted for Morgan while Hotch only got 14% of the vote. Trust me, when Morgan gets hold of Martin, which won't be for a few chapters. All hell will break loose. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Four hours later

Reid moaned gently as he came out of the haze around his body, he tried to breathe but found something blocking him. He opened his eyes and began to struggle. He saw Garcia and Morgan come above him.

"Reid, let the tube control your breathing. Don't struggle against the tube," Morgan advised.

"Morgan, go and get some help," Garcia ordered. Morgan disappeared from his view, it was hard but he let the tube control his breathing. Garcia placed a hand on his shoulder and made him lay back down on the bed. "There you go, baby boy. Just relax."

He felt her hand come into his own, he held it tightly. He didn't understand. How was he in the hospital? Shouldn't he be dead?

A doctor came above him. "Hello, Spencer. I'm Doctor Quinn. Do you know where you are?"

Reid put his thumb up to signal that he knew he was in the hospital.

"That's good," he smiled. "I'm going to take the tube out. When I do, I need you take slow and gentle breaths and speak gently. You're doing very well though, it's nice to see you awake."

Doctor Quinn began the process of removing the tube. Garcia and Morgan stood back, waiting for the tube to come out.

"Cough," Dr Quinn ordered. Reid let out a cough and the tube came out from his throat. He continued coughing till his chest settled. Garcia was already next to him with a cup of water.

"Small sips," Dr Quinn advised. Reid put his lips around the straw and took small sips of cold water, it soothed the burning sensation in his throat. He laid back in the bed, his entire body feeling heavy and sore. His stomach bearing most of the pain.

"What happened?" he said quietly.

"What do you remember?" Dr Quinn asked.

He looked over to the Morgan and Garcia. "I remember being stabbed."

"By your boyfriend?"

Looking at the doctor, he knew that the others knew the truth. Hotch was his medical contact and the only people who cared about him were the team, one of them must have found him. "Who found me?"

"I did," Morgan shakily began. "I slipped over your blood when I found you. I rushed you to the hospital in the SUV. Kid, we know what's been going on."

Reid looked down and closed his eyes to try to keep himself calm. He felt tired and his stomach hurt but he knew that if was still alive, Martin would find out and hurt him again. He'd come to finish what he started. Tears fell down his cheeks but he barely felt them.

"Dr Quinn, can we have some time alone?" Morgan said.

"Of course, call the nurses if you need anything."

Dr Quinn left the room, leaving the three of them alone. Garcia sat on the edge of the bed, she brought out a tissue and wiped away the tears. "We're here, Reid. Talk to us."

"You must hate me," he cried gently. Garcia leaned down and wrapped her arms around him.

"No, we don't hate you. Why would you ever think that?"

"How much do you know?" he asked.

Morgan kept his distance and took a seat near the wall. "We know that all the signs point to you being in an abusive relationship with another man. Why didn't you tell us about your sexuality?"

"I got scared," Reid admitted. "I was going to tell you but things went wrong."

"Who is he?"

"Martin, his name is Martin North. He's the one who did this to me."

"For how long?" Garcia questioned. She moved her hand down and held his softly again.

"Over a year," he explained. "It didn't start as an abusive relationship. He seemed so normal and perfect. We had a good relationship but then things changed, then he made sure I knew he was in charge. He made sure that I would never tell any of you about him. I know I was never this weak before but he made me like this."

He winced in pain as he brought his hand to his stomach. He took gentle, small breaths to calm himself down.

"Take it slow," Garcia said sadly. "Reid, what did he do?"

Reid closed his eyes, the memory of that horrible night came forward. The words spilled from his mouth as he relieved that night.

Reid sat in the backseat of Martin's car, the roof was down and they had parked on a wonderful side road that overlooked the city. The sun began to set and he smiled at how beautiful the city looked. Martin leaned over and kissed him passionately. "I love when we come here."

"It's beautiful," Reid grinned before kissing Martin back. He went to come away but Martin pulled him closer and began kissing him roughly. He put his hands between them and pushed him back when he felt a hand on his belt. "What are you doing?"

"We both want this," Martin shrugged before trying to kiss him again.

"Martin, I'll kiss you out here but I'm not going to have sex with you out here. Why are you so eager?"

"Why aren't you eager for it?" Martin snapped. "I'm sick of the same old boring routine in bed. We've been together for six months but you still act like you don't accept what you are. Stop being so selfish, Spencer."

"I'm not being selfish," he argued back. "I just don't want to do it here. I'm not the selfish one in this relationship, you are. You move in with me and then you get fired from your job. I'm sick of supporting you. I have my mother's costs to worry about."

"Screw your mother, you shouldn't pay for her anyway."

"Go to hell, Martin. I'll walk home," Spencer said angrily as he opened the car door and slammed it as he left. He walked away from the car and made his way through the small forest area. A few minutes later, strong arms wrapped around him and tackled him to the floor. He moaned as pain came through his body. Quickly rolled to his back by the hands, he looked into Martin's eyes.

"Martin, get off me!" he yelled. He cried out as a strong punch came across his face and closed his eyes as pain ripped through his head.

As his senses returned, he woke up, quickly realising he was back in the car on his stomach. He felt a heavy weight on top of him and felt his boxers being pulled down. He turned his head and glimpsed Martin as the one stripping him. "No," he moaned as he tried to get up. A hand came to his neck and pinned him down. He struggled more. "MARTIN! No, please! I don't want this! Stop it!"

"No!" Martin screamed at him. "I want this and I'm going to make you pay."

He began to cry and struggled frantically. "Stop it! Martin, please, you don't want to do this. You love me, I know you do. This isn't you."

"I love you and now, I'm going to fuck you."

A scream tore out from his lips as Martin began the assault. A hand came over his mouth, muffling his scream. His body jolted up and down, his screams and tears never stopping as it continued.

As he finished, he was already in Garcia's arms, her wonderful warmth making him feel safe. He cried into her shoulder. They stayed like that for a few minutes before he laid back into his pillows. Exhaustion and sleep tried to pull him in. He shook away the feeling. He needed this. Martin had been abusive to him and had tried to murder him. He wasn't safe and he knew that. He looked over to Morgan and found his friend clenching his fists.

"If he raped you, why didn't you just come to us? We would have arrested him," Garcia sighed.

"After he raped me, he tied my hands together with my belt and dragged me to the trunk of the car. He shoved me inside and used his own belt to gag me. I was so scared and I didn't understand what was happening. In one night, he had turned from a loving boyfriend into a complete psycho. We'd had arguments before and he held me rough a few times but that was it. He parked in the corner of the park near JJ's house. You can see her house from there. It was dark by then and no-one would have been able to see us from their houses. He dragged me out of the car and made me look at the house. I could see through the window. JJ, Henry and Will were all sat down together, eating dinner. He said if I ever told anyone about us and what he was doing and had done, he'd make sure they went to sleep and would never wake up. I've accepted the abuse because I couldn't let him hurt them."

Garcia looked horrified as she listened. "He used Henry, JJ and Will against you. Oh, god."

Reid began to worry about how silent Morgan was. "Morgan, please don't be angry with me."

Morgan's head snapped up, he rose up and walked to the bed. He watched as Reid's eyes drooped now and then. His friend needed rest but he needed answers. "I'm not angry with you. I'm angry at Martin and trust me, I'm going to make him pay for hurting you. What did he do to you after that night? It's good that you're being honest."

"I can't hold on to the secrets anymore," Reid sniffed before Garcia wiped away more tears. "I had to pretend we were a happy couple and that the other night had never happened. He beat me when I forgot to get things or made him angry. When he wanted sex, sometimes I just let him do it. It hurt but he didn't beat during those times. He did it and then left. He made me do other things. When I did fight and refused to have sex, he hit me with his belt or cut me. Then, he just took what he wanted."

Reid's eyes lowered and drooped, his breathing began to get slower and he finally laid against the pillows, his eyes closing as exhaustion finally won.

"How did we not see he was going through this?" Morgan remarked.

Hotch came back to the apartment, he had come in with the others but wanted to look around on his own. Forensics had finished. They had a name and they would find this bastard. As he walked around, he noticed how bare the apartment was. Clothes were missing from draws and pictures removed from frames. Martin had planned this and had cleared out all his belongings before stabbing Reid. He also noticed the lack of personality in all the rooms. He remembered visiting the apartment over a year ago, he assumed before the relationship had started. Books had been out everywhere, there was jars in the window which Reid had explained as experiments. There had been pictures of Henry and JJ on shelves along with ones of his mother and him as a child. Now, the pictures were gone, only a small bookshelf of books remained and there were no more jars.

He walked over to the fridge and found a few cases of beer. Everything about this place screamed that Reid got forced into a submissive role. He made his way to the bedroom, walking around the dry blood. He entered the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Tubes of cover up were in there along with bandages and pain medication, he frowned at the pain medication. He wondered how often Reid had taken it. He checked around and put down the medication when he opened the laundry basket. Happy that he had gloves on, he reached in and pulled out a bed sheet with blood smeared across it.

"Reid, we could have protected you."

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