Hey everyone, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I know I've been away for a few days and I do apologise but I had to do some things in my private life to sort out, I had a friend's birthday and I had to sort some stuff out at hospital. Sorry for the delay in the posting this and I hope you can all forgive me. Okay, so this chapter is chock full of suspense and action. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'd love to hear from you all as I am super nervous about this chapter.

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Reid laid in the bed, three days had passed since Henry had come and visited him. He still had secrets and he felt them rotting inside of him. He trusted his team but didn't want them to think he was too damaged and beyond repair. He had not touched the sandwich on the bedside table, he heard Garcia baking and for most of the day, the apartment had smelled of chocolate and cakes. She was baking to make herself feel better and he blamed himself for making her feel sad. He stared out the window and let his mind wander.

Reid whimpered into the gag as Martin sat on his hips, he tugged at the belts that Martin had used to tie his wrists to the bed. He shook his head as Martin tipped the candle, he struggled as the hot wax hit his stomach.

"Spencer, I don't understand why you're not enjoying this. Some people find pain during sex enjoyable," Martin said unhappily. He brought the candle up and let it burn again. Using his spare hand, he trailed his hand down Reid's face and then down his body. "I'm so lucky to have fallen in love with someone so handsome. Spencer, you're just perfect, in more ways than one."

Martin tipped the candle again and poured wax on Reid's nipple. Reid struggled again and tried to beg through the gag.

"Shhh," Martin grinned as he blew out the candle and put it down in a bowl on the bedside table. He leaned down and began to kiss Spencer down his neck and chest, he then used his tongue to trail his way back up Reid's body and to his mouth. Martin ripped out the gag and kissed Reid passionately.

"Hello, Reid."

Reid snapped out his daze to see Rossi standing at the door, Rossi came to the bed and sat on the edge. "Hey, Rossi, I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in."

"It's not healthy to let your mind wander to bad times, Reid."

"I can't help it sometimes, I try to remember good things in my life but the memories always fight and they always win. If I told you something, would you think any less of me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Answer the question," Reid said. "If I told you something, would you think any less of me?"

"Nothing you tell me will make me think any less of you. What do you want to tell me?"

"Not long before Henry's birthday, I got very low. I wanted Martin to stop hurting me and I wanted to feel loved by someone instead of used as an object for their pleasure. Rossi, I went to a bridge, climbed over the rail and stood at the edge. I stared at the concrete below and thought about how quick it would end everything. Martin wouldn't be able to hurt me anymore, he'd move on quickly to avoid detection which I knew would mean that Henry would stay safe. I thought I could solve everything by ending my life."

"You wanted to commit suicide," Rossi said with wide eyes.

"I stepped to the ledge and was ready to do it," he continued, he wiped a stray tear with his hand. "I closed my eyes and went to jump but my phone began to ring, I almost lost my balance but I regained it. I answered the phone and it was Henry, he was calling to invite me to his birthday party. I felt so ashamed of myself at that moment. I climbed back over the rail and told Henry that I would come to his party because I would always be there for him. Henry saved my life that night. Thinking back, I don't understand why I was even at the edge of the bridge. I let Martin do the things he did to protect Henry and yet, I was ready to jump that night and put him through the grief of losing a godfather. I promised JJ that I'd protect Henry and I almost broke that promise that night."

Reid couldn't look Rossi in the eye.

"Spencer, you were going through a horrific ordeal at the hands of monster. It isn't surprising that you had those thoughts but it scares me to know how close you came to ending your life. You know the statistics for suicides related to abusive relationships. Don't ever have those thoughts again though. You're safe now and no-one can hurt you now. Never be afraid to come to us for help. I don't think any less of you and the team won't feel any different either. How are you feeling?"

"I don't know how to feel, Rossi. I can't forget how that knife felt as he stabbed me over and over and I can't forget the first time he ever raped me."

"How did you feel the first time he hurt you?"

"Terrified and betrayed. I woke up after he knocked me out and I just couldn't understand why he was doing it. When he started, I felt my heart turn to glass and smash into small pieces, the pain was unbearable and I couldn't even scream for help because of his hand over my mouth. After eight months, sometimes I just laid there when he would lay me down on the couch and rape me. I didn't cry, I didn't scream, I just stared at the ceiling and let him do it. He was happy and then I could go and cry in the bathroom."

"Were you ever hospitalised?"

"I found it hard to breathe once so I went to a free clinic, I didn't use my real name and I didn't stay there for long. He had broken two of my ribs. I took a few days off from work for that. He just did things to me during the time I was healing. Rossi, how long do you think it will take for me to become normal again?"

"It will take some time, Reid, but we'll be there for you."

A few days later

Martin climbed out of the car, a smile came across his face as he grabbed the keys from the unconscious or dead guard that was taking him to the hospital and unlocked his handcuffs. He wasn't far away from his home, the home he had shared with Spencer. He had the perfect way to bring his love back to him without a fight. He looked at the rising sun and smiled at the second chance he was about to get. He saw petrol leaking from the overturned car, he pressed in the cigarette burner and waited for it to get hot. As he took it out, he walked away, turned around and threw the burner into petrol.

Three hours later

Reid laid in bed, he woke up to find his phone going off. He reached up and looked at his cellphone, wondering who was calling him. He was alone in the apartment after the directors had called everyone in. He answered the call. "Hello."

"Hello, Spencer," Martin's voice came down the phone.

"Martin," Reid whispered in fear. "You're in prison."

"Not anymore," he laughed down the phone. "Now, don't even think about calling anyone for help. I want you to come back to your apartment, back to the place we first made love."

"What makes you think I would go back to you? You tried to kill me."

He heard the phone shuffling then someone crying. "Uncle Spence," Henry cried down the phone. Reid felt a hand of ice and fear grip his heart as he listened to his godson crying.

"Henry, it's okay, uncle Spence is coming to get you."

"I'm scared," Henry sobbed down the phone.

"I know you're scared and I'm so sorry," Reid said down the phone as he tried to assure his godson that he was coming to save him. "I'm coming to save you. I need you to be a brave boy till I get there. I love you and I won't let him hurt you. I'm coming."

"Better hurry, honey," Martin ordered down the phone before disconnecting the call. He threw off the covers and grabbed some shoes, he ignored the ache of his stomach and grabbed a jacket. He wasn't going to let Martin hurt his godson.

He made it up the stairs and came to the door of his old apartment. He turned the knob and found the door unlocked, he walked in and found Martin sat on a chair with a grin on his face. Reid found himself shivering with fear.

"Where's Henry?" he demanded.

"He's safe and he behaved after speaking with you."

"I want to see him, I want proof he's safe."

"You don't give me orders, Spencer," Martin said. "Now, come here and give me a kiss."

"I'm not doing anything till I know he's safe. Please, Martin, he's scared and you know how much I care about him. Let me see him and calm him down, please. I'll do anything you want after I see him."

"Bedroom closet," Martin motioned. Reid rushed to the bedroom closet and unlocked it quickly. He opened it to find Henry crying, restrained and gagged. Kneeling down, he ripped the gag out and hugged his godson close. He felt Henry's tears on his shirt.

"Uncle Spencer, I'm s-scared," Henry cried as Reid brought him away and checked him over, he felt rage in his heart when he found a dark and painful bruise across Henry's cheek.

He held Henry close and stroked his blond hair. "It's okay, Henry. I won't let him hurt you again. Shhh, it's okay. I'm going to keep you safe."

Reid turned to Martin. "Why did you hit him?"

"He wouldn't behave."

"Martin, he's a child. I'm begging you, let him go. Just let him go."

"He's insurance, Spencer. I know how you just love to break rules. He'll stay till I consider you obedient again. Step back from the closet."

Reid turned to Henry and looked into his eyes. "I'll be back soon. I need you to stay brave, I want you to think about your birthday and how fun it was. Think about all the fun times you've had with your mommy and daddy. I'll be back and then we'll go see them."

Reid put Henry in the corner of the closet and then reached up, he pulled out a hidden glow stick.

"Where did that come from?" Martin questioned.

"You used to lock me in the closet in the dark, I guess I broke another rule," Reid snapped, not caring about Martin. He snapped the stick and the closet filled with green light. He gave it to Henry's bound hands and kissed his godson's head. "I'll be right back, think about all the good times and don't think about what you hear."

"I love you, Uncle Spence," Henry cried.

"I love you too, Henry and I promise I'll keep you safe."

He closed the door and got back to his feet. He locked the door, not for Martin, but for Henry. If anything went wrong, he would need time to stop Martin. A hand grabbed his hair and threw him to the bed. Rough hands turned him to his back and Martin sat on his hips, Reid struggled as Martin began to try to take down his trousers. He kept his arms above him as Martin brought down his trousers and boxers. He needed to let Martin do this to distract him. He let out a small cry as Martin began to violate him, Martin let out a moan before burying his head to Reid's shoulder and kissing his neck. It took a moment for him to adjust to the pain before he brought out the object under his sleeve, he flicked up the part he needed and knew he had to aim properly. As his body moved up and down, Martin bit into his neck.

In one swift moment, he brought down the small blade and stabbed it into Martin's neck. Martin let out a shriek and rolled off Reid, he fell to the floor and clutched his neck as blood spurted and flowed quickly from it. Reid pulled up his boxers and trousers, he winced and breathed through the pain. He rose to his feet with the pen knife still in his hand. He had concealed it, it had been a gift from a professor he had lectured with. He stood above Martin and kicked away the man's hand as it tried to clutch his ankle.

"I was so afraid of you," Reid snarled angrily. "The moment you took my godson was the moment I stopped being afraid."

Martin slumped to the floor and his eyes became wide and still. Reid stepped away from all the blood, he moaned and felt between his legs. He brought away his hand to see blood but it wasn't too bad. He wiped his hand on the bed and limped to the closet. He checked himself for more blood but found he had escaped most of Martin's blood, he opened the closet door a fraction and knelt, ignoring the pain.

"Henry, keep your eyes closed, I don't want you to see anything as we leave," he said as he took away the tape around his godson's wrists and ankles. He hugged Henry close.

"Are you okay?" Henry asked.

"I'm okay. Let's call your mommy and daddy."

Will was the first one to arrive at the apartment, he opened the door and heard Reid and Henry talking in Reid's spare room. He rushed in to find Reid rocking Henry and comforting him.

"Daddy!" Henry shouted. Reid let him go and Will brought his son into a hug and held him. "Daddy, he hurt Nancy, is she okay?"

Will had sent others from the police department to check on Nancy, Henry's sitter.

"Daddy's friends are checking on her now, I'm sure she's fine."

Moments later, they heard footsteps pound up the stairs outside and rush in. "Henry!" JJ called, she rushed forward and Will passed Henry to her. She touched the bruise on his cheek and hugged him close. Morgan and the others rushed to the spare room.

"JJ, take Henry out of the apartment," Reid said stoically.

"Okay," she nodded. She didn't argue after seeing the look in his eyes, Will followed after her and they left the apartment.

Hotch and Morgan knelt in front of him. "Reid, are you okay?"

"He's in the bedroom, I had to do it to protect Henry, I killed him."

He held out a black pen knife and laid it to his side. Rossi disappeared with Blake to look in the bedroom, Garcia came in and knelt too.

"You had to do it, Reid. I'm sorry, we didn't know he had even escaped. I have Anderson checking on things now," Hotch assured him.

"I need to go to the hospital," he said, his voice shaking.

"Why?" Garcia asked.

"I had to keep him distracted, I let him do it and then stabbed him when he was too busy and too distracted. I'm bleeding," he whispered before looking at Morgan with eyes that told him everything.

Morgan came forward and hugged Reid, he felt his friend shake in his arms. "It's okay," he whispered to Reid. Morgan looked to Hotch. "Hotch, he needs a rape kit."

"I protected Henry, didn't I?" Reid cried as everything caught up with him.

"Yes, you did," Garcia said as she held his hand. "He's safe. It's okay, Reid."

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