Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Yes, Hotch to the rescue in the last chapter, I wasn't going to do that to Reid even though I am pretty evil. You don't have to come and hunt me down. For the guest who asked about the movie I want to see, I want to see Captain America but I've now got a rash which thankfully is just an allergic reaction, I thought it was something else. It's my mother's fault, she wanted me to take the vitamins. Anyway, enjoy and I hope to hear from you all.

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All mistakes my own

Morgan looked around the apartment, he didn't remember coming here and had no idea why he had come here. He heard noises coming from the bedroom, he walked to the bedroom and opened the door, bars blocked his way into the bedroom. He put his hands around the bars when he took in what was happening on the bed. "NO! Spencer, I'm coming! Get off of him!"

On the bed, Reid laid crying with his arms strapped down and Martin behind him and assaulting him.

"Derek," Reid sobbed frantically.

"He's mine, he'll always be mine," Martin moaned before making a face and finishing. He stepped away from Reid and zipped up his pants. "Always so good."

"I'll kill you!" Morgan screamed as he tried to yank away the bars.

"Boys," Martin called. Three men stepped into the room and began to surround his lover. "He's all yours, you've paid the price."

"Derek, why aren't you helping me? You're supposed to protect me. You failed," Spencer cried as the men began to do things to him. "Derek!"

Morgan gasped gently as he woke up from his nightmare, he looked to the other side of the bed and felt relief when he saw Reid slumbering gently. He moved forward and wrapped his arms around Reid, he kissed the back of his hair before deciding to get out of bed. He got dressed and left his house. Ever since that day, that horrible day where he'd been helpless to save the man he loved from being dragged into a bedroom and almost raped, they had lived in his house. Ever since that day he'd had nothing but nightmares too.

Reid woke up as a chill came over him and pulled the cover back over himself, he reached out his arm but didn't find Morgan next to him. He sat up and stroked his hand through his hair. "Morgan!" he shouted but he didn't receive any word back and could hear any noise.

Sliding out of bed, he walked around the house but didn't find any sign on his boyfriend. "Where are you?"

Rossi weaved his way through the multitudes of people at the bar, he found Morgan sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand, when Morgan went to take another drink, Rossi stopped him. "I think you've had enough. What are you doing here?"

"Trying to get rid of the guilt," Morgan shrugged, he was a little wobbly and Rossi knew he was very drunk.

"What guilt?"

"My job is to protect him," he slurred. "He's innocent but I see the way he shakes when we're out of the house and in a crowd. I had to watch them drag him into the bedroom and he was so damn scared. They closed that door and I had no idea what they were doing to him. I'm not strong enough for him, he deserves someone who can look after him."

"He wants you, Morgan. He doesn't want anyone else to protect him, he just wants you. Listen, you had no idea that those men had broken into the house and you got shot with a taser. I know how strong that voltage is and I'm surprised you were even able to focus on what was happening. He didn't get raped, he's safe and he's getting over it. What he doesn't need is you getting drunk. Martin was a drunk and he hurt Reid. You're going to stay with me tonight."

"Whyyy?" Morgan slurred again before wobbling in his seat.

"Do you want to scare, Reid?" Rossi asked. Morgan shook his head and rubbed his face. "That's what I thought. Just come back with me and we'll get you sobered up by the morning."

Morning

Reid was cooking breakfast when Morgan walked into the house, he finished the eggs and bacon and put them with the other pieces of the breakfast. He pushed a plate in front of Morgan when he took a seat before grabbing himself a plate of food. He grabbed two mugs of coffee and gave one to Morgan. They remained silent for the first few minutes before Reid broke the silence. "Why would you get drunk?"

"I had a nightmare and it affected more than I thought. I went to the bar to try numb some pain."

"You never drink because of me and I've never asked you not to drink, I love that you respect me enough not to drink around me but I get upset when you go and get drunk. At least you called Rossi to pick you up."

"I had a few drinks, Spencer, it's not like I went out and got out of my mind drunk," Morgan snapped. "I was trying to numb this feeling of failure that I feel. You got dragged into that room and I thought I was going to lose you forever."

"How do you think I feel?" Reid argued. "The last thing I saw before they closed that door was you, they had you restrained with duct tape and you couldn't even call out to me. I thought they were going to kill you. I got trapped with two men who wanted nothing more than to use me as a whore. All I could think about was you, I didn't want to see you dead. If you had died and if I had survived, I don't know what I would have done. I love you, Derek."

Morgan looked up at those words, they had never said those three words to each other. He had but Reid was sleeping at the time.

He reached out and took Reid's hand into his own. "I love you too, Spencer, I don't want to lose you. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

Getting out of his seat, Morgan walked over to Reid and kissed him. He felt Reid's lips responding and smiled inside. He came away and stroked his hands through Reid's hair. "I won't drink again, I promise."

One month later

Reid felt more nervous than ever as they approached Morgan's childhood home, they were visiting Morgan's mother, Fran, and he was also visiting Désirée and Sarah. Morgan had called them a few weeks before and explained about his sexuality and found himself delighted when they had all accepted him for who he was. His mother had insisted that they come down for a few days. Morgan pulled up outside the house and smiled. "You ready?"

"Derek, the last time I met them, they thought I was weird."

"No, they didn't thing you were weird, they found you a bit quirky though. I've told them all about you."

"All?" Reid questioned.

"Not everything, you know I wouldn't do that to you, they know facts about you and I tell them stories from work."

"Are they going to accept me?"

"Yes, stop panicking and let's go. My mom is making dinner and she makes the best gravy in the world."

Reid got out of the car and walked with Morgan to the front of the door, he straightened himself out and jumped a little when the door opened.

"There's my wonderful boy," Fran giggled happily before throwing her arms around her son. "Oh, you don't visit enough."

"Sorry, mom," he smiled before looking to Reid. "This is Spencer."

"Oh, I know who he is," she smirked before throwing her arms around Reid and hugging him. "You're the one that makes my Derek happy."

"It's wonderful to see you again, Mrs Morgan."

"Fran, call me Fran. Come in, dinner will be ready soon and I've made Derek's favourite gravy, I have a secret ingredient that makes it taste wonderful."

"A secret ingredient that I'm not allowed to know," Morgan chuckled.

"Hey, big brother," Désirée grinned at Morgan as they came into the kitchen. She hugged Morgan before coming over and hugging him. "Nice to see you again, Spencer. I hope you're hungry."

"He hasn't eaten today," Morgan told them.

"Well, we can't have that stomach grumbling," Sarah said as she stirred the gravy. "By the time this weekend is over, Spencer, you'll need to use a new notch in your belt."

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