Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. To guest, I will completely understand if your choose to stop reading this and if you don't like this, I recommend my other new fanfic. I understand your view completely and understand your reaction. I'm not a stranger to this subject, while I've never experienced it, I watched it happened when I was younger. I've just chosen this route because as everyone will see in this chapter, Reid wasn't the first. Again, I'll completely understand. To everyone, after this chapter, things are going to get really kick ass because as you'll see at the end of this chapter, Morgan is on the hunt! Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you.
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A week had passed since the night Martin had forced himself on him in the back of the car. Everything had changed, all the things that Martin didn't like of his got placed into storage and Martin had taken control of all the money. Only after begging and doings things that disgusted him, had Martin agreed to let him keep paying for his mother's care. Standing at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes, gave him time to think. He almost dropped a plate when Martin's arm wrapped around him. He stiffened, still afraid of Martin's touch, and knew that his actions would be noticed.
"Oh, it's okay baby. I'm in a good mood today."
That didn't make any difference to him, in the past week he'd been subjected to horrible things regardless of Martin's mood. He turned around and gave a stiff smile, he didn't have energy to give him a proper smile. "Why are you in a good mood?"
"Things are so much better between us and I love being with you," Martin grinned. "You're beautiful and I don't know what I did to deserve you."
"Guess you must have done something good in life. I need to finish the dishes."
A large hand came around his wrist before he could grab the dishcloth again. Martin turned him around. "The dishes can wait, Spencer. Seeing you bent over the sink, I just can't help myself anymore."
He closed his eyes as he led over to the couch and pushed down on his stomach. Tears leaked without permission as Martin straddled his hips. A hand gripped his hair and he opened his eyes again. "Why are you crying, Spencer?"
"Martin, please don't do this. I want to make you happy but I don't want to do this."
He cried out as his head got pulled up by his hair. "This is the only way to make me happy so you will do this. You don't want to make me angry, Spencer. Do you want to make me angry?"
"No," Spencer cried, fighting to keep the memories of the night in the car at bay. He laid against the couch and sobbed as Martin continued to touch him.
As he woke up, he felt soft hands wiping his wet cheeks. He opened his eyes to see JJ above him, her eyes red and puffy. No words got shared as JJ brought her arms around him, he cried into her shoulder as she hugged him tighter. After a few minutes, he came away and looked into her eyes. "Have you been crying?"
"You should have told us," she said, her eyes beginning to tear up again.
"I didn't want him to hurt you. Henry deserves a happy life, all of you do. I just wanted to protect you, I promised you the day that Henry was born that I would protect him and help him get into college. I don't break promises to my family."
"He was hurting you though," she shook her head. "For so long, he's been hurting you and we never did anything to stop it."
"You couldn't stop what you didn't know about," he said. "I never let you see the bruises or the pain."
"It's my fault," JJ cried as she rose up from her seat and began to pace. "He used us against you."
"No, please don't do this," he panicked as he tried to sit up. He cried out and put his hand to his stomach. JJ rushed over and pushed him back down. He grabbed her arm. "This isn't your fault, don't think that. Please don't ever think that. Martin did this to me, no-one else."
She lowered herself to the edge of the hospital bed. "I need to ask you something. You told us that you needed to get home on the night of Henry's birthday, the night that he almost killed you. Did you have to leave because he told you to?"
"I was supposed to get home by seven-thirty, I wasn't even supposed to come but I managed to convince him to let me come to the party. In the morning, I said I'd make it up to him in the evening but he didn't want to wait that long. He-He made me pleasure him."
JJ held his hand and stroked her thumb over it gently. "What did he do when you came home late?"
"I apologised so much and at first, I thought he was okay with me staying out late. I got on the bed and he made me lay on my stomach, t-then he raped me. Is it rape if I let him do it? I just didn't want it to hurt."
JJ hugged him again as he broke down. "We're going to get this bastard."
"Where is Henry?" he asked.
"He's safe, don't worry. Hotch put Will and Henry into protective custody, I refused to go because I wanted to help catch Martin and to look after you."
"Where is Garcia?"
"Morgan took her to get something to eat when I arrived."
"JJ, I was so scared when he stabbed me. We were dancing because he likes to dance, he made me dance after he hurt me in bed. I didn't even see the knife, I just felt it rip through me. I did everything he wanted, I didn't mean to break his rules. I did everything he asked, why did he do this to me?" he said in a pained voice, emotions that had been pent-up for months flooding his voice. "What did I do wrong?"
"Shhh, you didn't do anything wrong. Calm down, none of this is your fault."
"Where are we on finding this son of a bitch?" Hotch demanded as he walked into the BAU room. Kevin was at his laptop, typing away while Blake had a few files in front of her. Rossi had an open file in front of him too.
"We think that Martin had another victim," Rossi explained.
"What do you mean?"
"There was a case in Kansas about two years ago. A man called Jeremy Max was found dead in his apartment with three stab wounds to his stomach and chest, he bled out in his apartment. Autopsy revealed that he had suffered physical and sexual abuse over a long period. They interviewed his friends but most had not heard from him in over two years. The report says that most said he had a boyfriend but they had never met him. Items were missing from the apartment. Unlike Reid, they didn't find any evidence inside of him. There was no evidence or fingerprints. It has to have been Martin using another name. Kevin can't find a trace of Martin ever being in Kansas."
"It isn't hard for someone to live under a new identity, especially if they know the ways of disappearing. Have you found any other cases like that?"
"No," Blake answered. "We think that Jeremy was his first victim and Reid almost became his second."
"He is Martin's victim," Hotch shook his head. "Reid spent six months with this man, thinking he had found love and then Martin turned on him within one night. He spent the rest of their relationship afraid and suffered abuse beyond imagining. I want Martin caught now so he can pay."
"We'll find him. I think we all want a piece of him."
"Sir," Kevin called. "I think I have something."
Reid sat in his bed, Morgan had raised it up for him. He touched his stomach, trying to forget the feeling of blade slicing through him. He briefly glanced over to Garcia sleeping in the chair, JJ had left to make a call.
"During the first six months," Morgan began, "Why didn't you introduce us to him?"
"I wanted to five months into the relationship, at the beginning I found myself scared but one night I decided to tell you. Martin didn't like it and he managed to talk me out of it. He said it would be better if we waited longer. It was too late after that. When we all went to that italian place, the one Rossi is so fond of, he followed me there. This was two months after he raped me in the car. Do you remember when I went to the men's room?"
"You came back and looked pale as hell. Kid, did he hurt you that night?"
"I need to tell you something."
Making his way to the men's room, he gave a small smile at how nice it was to spend an evening with his family. Martin had told him that he'd be out with a friend till past midnight so he wasn't worried about getting back. As long as he got home before ten, he would have plenty of time alone. He wanted so much to them all what Martin was doing but something kept hold of his heart, an icy hand gripping it that made him fear for their safety. He walked in and made his way into a cubicle. He didn't need to do anything, he just need a minute to collect himself. No-one else was in the restroom. He stayed there for minute before going to leave.
As he opened the cubicle door, a hand grabbed his shirt and threw him back into the cubicle wall. A gloved hand came over his mouth and pinned him against the wall, his eyes went wide as he took in Martin's face.
"Shut up and stop struggling," Martin growled in a low voice as he took his hand away.
Reid immediately obeyed him. He stayed still and the only sound that he could hear was his own fast breathing. "What are you doing here?"
"You think I don't know what you're doing. Which one of those three men are you letting fuck you?"
"What?!" he gasped. "None of them, they're my friends. Martin, I'm just having dinner, I'm not doing anything."
Martin spun him around and put his hands against the door, a hand to his neck forced him to bend over. "Martin, no, please don't this, not here," he pleaded as a hand dragged down his trousers and boxers. He heard Martin spit.
The door to the men's room opened. "Hey, kid. You okay?" he heard Morgan call.
He bit his lip as Martin began using him. He took a deep breath. "I'm fine, I'll be out soon. Just an upset stomach."
"Told you not to try the curry sauce. Okay, see you in a minute. Dessert will arrive soon."
He cried as he heard the door close. Martin pinned him up against the door and continued to use him. He whimpered as Martin's lips came to his ear. "You're such a lying whore."
Reid was shaking by the end, no more words passing through his lips. Morgan looked at him with horror. "Kid, are you telling me that he was raping you when I walked in?"
Nodding his head, Reid wiped a tear from his cheek. "I wasn't ill when I came back. He raped me in the men's room and then left. When I got home, he beat the crap out of me."
He stiffened and froze as Morgan's arms suddenly wrapped around him, his breathing picked up but he began to relax when he remembered that it was friend hugging him. He kept his hands by his side, unsure of what to do. Morgan came away and looked at him. "I'm so sorry, I should have known something was wrong. I was there and I didn't stop it."
"You didn't know," Reid whispered.
Reid jumped as the door suddenly slammed open, the heart monitor echoing his fear that Martin had finally come for him. He relaxed when he saw that it was only JJ.
"JJ, you scared him," Morgan snapped.
"I'm sorry but Hotch is tracking Martin, they think they have his location."
Morgan rose up quickly. "Do you have your gun?" he asked her.
"I do," she nodded.
"Good, give me the keys to the car and stay here. Protect Reid if anything happens."
"Where are you going?" Reid panicked.
Morgan stopped outside the door, he turned and face his friend. "I was there and didn't stop it once, I'm not letting this son of a bitch get away now."
"Morgan, come back," he shouted as he watched his friend run out of the room. Garcia had woken up and came to his side as she watched him shiver and shake his head.
"Sweetie, calm down. You need to stay calm."
"Martin is going to hurt him. It'll be all my fault."
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