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One week later

Reid barely wanted to leave the car, the passenger door was open but he closed it again. He didn't understand why the others made him come out with them, he just wanted to stay back in the apartment where it was safe. He knew that the outside world wasn't always dangerous but he didn't feel ready for this and had managed to avoid the last two outings. He'd been dressed in jeans and a jacket that felt suffocating to him. The door opened and Garcia looked up at him and smiled gently. "Reid, you can't stay here forever."

"Why are all insisting that I do this?" he huffed.

"First, don't huff like a child," she said. "You can't stay cooped up in my apartment for the rest of your life. It gives you too much time to think. We need to get you some new things too. Rossi is with us and he's getting you everything today."

"I don't need charity," Reid argued. "I can pay for things myself."

He knew that he couldn't but he didn't care, he didn't want charity from other people. He was going to pay Rossi back the money he had borrowed and given to Martin. Martin had spent a lot of his money and he wasn't about to spend the savings he'd been allowed to keep to pay for his mother's care. His medical leave paid but he had used online banking to put most of that in his mother's care account.

"I've seen your account, Spencer," she sighed. "Rossi wants to help you rebuild your life, we're going to go shopping and you can stay with us the entire time."

"What are you doing in my bank account?"

"You forgot to log out, Spencer. Why did you put most of your sick pay into your savings? There was already plenty in it to pay for your mom's care."

"I recently got stabbed and almost died, if you remember," he said quickly. "I want her taken care of. If I die, she'll be all alone."

"She would never be alone," Garcia assured him. "We would make sure she got taken care of."

Reid didn't want to talk about his mother anymore and got out of the car, he zipped up his jacket and made his way to the mall entrance where Morgan and Rossi waited for him.

"Hey, kid. Nice to see you out of the car" Morgan smiled.

"Let's just get this over with," Reid said as he walked past them.

"Is he okay?" Rossi asked.

"No, he's worried about a million things that he shouldn't worry about," Garcia informed them as she walked past them. "Come on, we need to keep an eye on him."

Reid watched as Garcia looked at necklaces, he looked at watches and tribal style bracelets with no interest. Martin wore a silver watch he remembered when they were dating, before all the pain and abuse started, that it would catch his hair when Martin stroked his hand through his hair. He walked away and felt miserable. He knew that his team was just being nice to him and trying to make him feel better, he also knew he wasn't acting appropriately. He didn't like being around crowds or stared at. Martin never liked people giving attention to him, anytime that a man even looked at him, Martin would take the car to the side road and remind him that he only needed one man. He hated that side road. It was the place Martin had first forced him into sex and the same place that Martin used to remind Reid who was boss.

"See anything you like?" Rossi asked.

"I'm not really into shopping," Reid shrugged. "I don't need anything anyway."

"Is this about me paying for your things?"

"I don't need things, Rossi. I got used to not being able to do what I wanted or have I wanted. I don't like being here."

"Reid, you've been acting like this for a few days now. What's wrong?"

"I'm sick of everyone demanding answers and telling me how to behave," Reid snapped. "I'm going to the men's room."

"I'll come with you."

"Rossi, I'm not four. I don't need a chaperone to the men's room."

Reid left the shop quickly and made his way to the nearest men's room, the mall wasn't very busy and that surprised him. He walked into the men's room and walked over to the sink, relieved to find no-one else in there. Gathering water in his hands, he splashed his face and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't sleep properly with the nightmares and always woke up covered in sweat. He didn't hear the door open and lock behind him.

"Hello, beautiful."

Turning around, he looked at the man in front of him. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"You still available for a good time? I'm more than happy to pay more than three hundred dollars this time."

Reid's eyes widened and he backed away from the man. "You're one of the men who raped me."

"I didn't rape you," the man snorted. "I paid for my time."

"I was unconscious!" Reid yelled. "If someone doesn't consent to sex then it is rape. I never consented to become used by you and the others. Move aside and let me go. I'm an FBI agent and my friends are too, they are outside and they'll arrest you. Just walk away."

"You," the man began laughing. "You an FBI agent?! That's so funny."

Reid tried to rush past the man but fell to the floor as the man tripped him. A hand gripped his shirt and pulled him into one of the stalls. "No! Let me go," he struggled. He winced as he got thrown into the cubicle's wall.

"You're nothing but a filthy whore, a really good damn whore," the man smiled before unbuttoning Reid's jeans and reaching inside. Reid squirmed and panicked as another hand pressed over his mouth. "Shhh, little whore. You're going to enjoy this."

Bringing his knee up, he brought it into the man's private area. The man let go of him and fell to his knees. Ripping open the cubicle door, he unlocked the main door and ran straight into Morgan's arms. "Kid, what's wrong? Why did you lock the door?"

"He's in there," he cried. "One of the men who paid three hundred dollars. He tried to hurt me."

"Reid!" Garcia called as she came running over, Rossi at her side.

"Garcia, take care of him and Rossi call the police," Morgan said before running into the bathroom.

Garcia took Reid into a nearby corner, away from the crowd. She felt him shaking in her arms and saw his jeans were now unzipped. "Spencer, did he rape you?"

"No, he just touched me," he shook his head. "I want to go home, take me home."

Morgan walked into the Garcia's apartment to find Reid asleep in her arms. He walked around and sat down next to them. "How's he doing?"

"He's scared and cried himself to sleep," she whispered. "He doesn't understand why people keep trying to hurt him, he even thinks he's somehow tempting them. Morgan, we should never have made him leave the apartment."

"We couldn't have known this would happen."

"What happened to the man who tried to attack him?"

"In jail," Morgan said. "He admitted what he did when he found out that we are FBI agents."

"Hmmm," Reid moaned in his sleep. "Morgan...love you."

Morgan stared at Reid with confusion. "Did he just say what I think he said?"

"Morgan, love you," Garcia confirmed.

"Why would he say that?"

"You don't think he has feelings for you."

"We're just friends," Morgan shrugged. "He's just dreaming, he might be talking about someone else. He's gay and I'm into women."

"That's not what you told me," Garcia said. "You said you were bisexual. I didn't tell the others because you didn't want me to."

"I tried being with a man once, baby girl, and it didn't work out."

"I think Reid and you would make a wonderful couple," she grinned. "You're so close already. He trusts you, Morgan, more than anyone else on this team. I don't think it would be a bad thing if you two became something more."

"Let's leave this conversation for another time," Morgan held up his hand. "Let's let him rest."

"Don't run away from this, Morgan."

The next day

Reid brought dinner out and placed it on the table, he sat across from Martin and took the cap off his boyfriend's beer. He placed it down and picked up his fork, he ate his chicken, rice and sauce quickly. Martin finished his meal quickly and downed the last of his beer. He pushed back his chair and took his plate into his kitchen before coming back and taking Reid's plate and fork. "I wasn't finished, Martin."

"You're finished."

Reid got up from the table, only for a hand to grab his neck and bend him over the table. "Martin," he whined.

"Shut up, Spencer!"

"What did I do wrong?" Reid whimpered.

"You've hidden money from me. I found it in the flower vase. What are you planning to do with this money?"

"Martin, it's just money for a birthday present. I can't go to a birthday party without a present for my godson."

"I think I'll keep this money," Martin mocked.

"No," Reid pleaded. "Martin, please let me have the money."

Reid stilled as he found a hand pulling down his trousers and boxers, Martin laid the money in his hand and put it over Reid's mouth.

"You can earn it, whore's like to earn money."

A sharp muffled cry came from Reid as Martin began, he gripped the edge of table and let out a pleading moan. He laid his head to the table and sobbed as Martin tore away at his body and soul.

Waking up, he found himself covered in sweat and breathing fast. A hand came on his chest and he began to slow down his breathing, he looked up and found Morgan sitting on the side of his bed.

"What are you doing here?" Reid asked.

"Watching over you, just like I always do."

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