Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I will admit, I don't think this is one of my better chapters but I'll be honest I've been focused on getting this horrible pain from my shoulder. I still hope you enjoy this chapter. The next chapter will have two time jumps and it will be nice and long. We get to the bad Reid in the next chapter. To calm some worries, bad Reid won't be like a mass murderer. Don't worry, I have a nice bad version of him ready to rock! Connection will get updated tomorrow.

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The next day

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Morgan screamed at Agent Grant. "How are they gone? They're supposed to stay in custody."

"I'm just as angry as you are," Agent Grant vented back. "They are getting taken out of the county, out of my jurisdiction and out of my custody. I can't even punish the guy that employed them. All I can do is get back the stolen tech. I'm sorry but this is it. I feel like I've failed everyone they have ever hurt. Especially, your agent."

"This can't happen," JJ shouted.

"JJ, take it easy. The doctor said you needed to stay calm," Blake said.

"I don't care," JJ snapped. "Jason Mordo beat him with a crowbar and raped him. I saw the video. He pinned the godfather of my son to the ground and violated him. You stand here and you tell us, his family, that he will never get justice. You brought us into this!"

"You think I don't feel guilty," Grant said loudly. "I saw what they did to Spencer. I have to walk around with the guilt. I didn't know that their employer had diplomatic immunity. He arranged for their transfer. Most probably, he sent them to a country where there is no extradition rights for the US. The only one I can make sure pays, is Agent Fraser. I'm so sorry that I ever brought you into this. I thought when we found them, they would pay for their crimes. Your friend got hurt because of my judgement. I'm sorry."

"I can't believe this," Hotch said. He grabbed a nearby chair and threw it against the wall. Morgan stood against the wall, barely able to control his anger, and surprised at Hotch's outburst. Their leader was usually the one to calm him and the others down.

"We failed him!" Hotch shouted at Grant. "He has gone through too much in his short life. You didn't look into his eyes when he was bleeding to death. You didn't see the fear and pain in his eyes. What am I supposed to tell him when he wake's up? He is going to wake up and have to know that his rapist is still out there."

"I'll tell him," Morgan said quietly.

"What?" Hotch said quickly. "That isn't your responsibility, Morgan. I'll tell him."

"With all due respect, Hotch. He's going to need someone who understands what he has gone through. I'll tell him and then you can talk to him. He won't ever be the same after what he has gone through."

Hotch and Morgan stared at each other for a few seconds before Hotch let out a deep breath. "Okay," he agreed. "This is what is going to happen. Blake, I want you to take JJ back to the hotel room where Garcia is. You are to get some rest, I don't want any of you back here within the next twelve hours."

"I'm not going anywhere," JJ argued.

"Yes, you are!" Hotch shouted as he looked at her. "That's an order as your superior. Get some rest, eat and have some time to deal with everything that has happened. Morgan and myself will stay in the hospital."

"No, you won't," Morgan shook his head. "Hotch, you're exhausted. You've barely slept since everything that has happened. Go back to the hotel. Sleep and then talk to your son. Talk to a source of good."

Hotch brushed his hand through his hair. "I want to stay here and be here when he wakes up."

"I'll call you when he does," Morgan said.

Eight hours later

Reid felt strange, almost floating. A weight suddenly pulled him back to awareness. After a few attempts, he managed to get his eyes to flutter. It was so hard. Why was waking up so hard? His breathing didn't feel like his own. He sluggishly opened his eyes for everything to be blurred. His vision soon cleared. He looked to the side to see Morgan sleeping. He tried to call for his friend but a fierce, sharp pain ripped through his throat. Tears burned his eyes. Slowly, he moved the arm that hurt the least and weakly hit his sleeping friend's arm. Morgan stirred immediately and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Reid, you're awake," Morgan smiled. Reid moved his arm near his throat. His eyes expressed his fear. "There is a tube in your throat to help you breathe. The damage to your throat means you won't be able to talk for a while. Do you remember what happened to you?"

Reid scrunched his brow for a moment before memories assaulted his mind. He closed his eyes as they came forward.

The sound of the crowbar as it struck into him over and over.

Cold water like knives to his face.

Jason's eyes looking down at him before turning him over and ripping the away his pants.

A white-hot pain as he screamed.

A burn across his throat, followed by the feeling of choking.

Reid opened his eyes and shook violently with fear. Morgan held his hand. Reid tightly gripped Morgan's hand as he remembered everything. "Reid, it's okay. You are in the hospital. I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you."

Reid began to cry, tears running down his cheek. He squirmed in the bed. He took his hand away and made motion for a pen. Morgan reached into the bedside unit and pulled out a small furry pen and pink paper. Garcia had left them for when Reid eventually woke up and was able to communicate. Reid took the pen quickly and scrawled on the paper. Morgan looked at the paper.

Jason, where is he? Did you get him?

Morgan closed his eyes, his heart heavy with dread. He looked him in the eyes. "Reid, we did get them but they are gone now. The man who hired them has diplomatic immunity. I don't know the full details about him but he arranged for Jason and the other two surviving ones to get removed from the US. We can't punish them. I'm so sorry."

Reid stared at him with wide eyes. He scrawled on the notepad again.

No! He hurt me. He raped me. He almost killed me.

"I know," Morgan said tearfully. "If I had my way, Reid, they would die a painful death. I'm so sorry. I want you to know that I'm going to help you through everything."

Reid closed his eyes and began to cry heavily. Small pained sounds escaped his lips. He threw the pad and pen to the floor and hit Morgan's hands away. The heart monitor began to beep faster.

"Spencer!" Morgan called. "I need you to try to calm down. They will have to sedate you if you don't."

Closing his eyes, Reid struggled to control the anger and rage inside of him. This wasn't fair. Jason had made him feel hollow and used. For twenty minutes, he had cried and cried. His muffled pleas meaning nothing to the man who was hurting him. Reid closed his eyes, he couldn't stay awake any longer. There was no point.

Reid

The voice pierced the veil of darkness that Reid had surrounded himself with. It took his foggy mind a moment to recognise. It was Hotch. He kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to face the world. Not after its betrayal to him. He listened.

"I think earlier was too much for him," Morgan's voice said. "He is too upset to even stay awake. He hates us."

He couldn't keep a thought from racing into his mind. Part of him did hate the team. They had broken rules before. Why had they not broken some now? Fear crept into his mind as he imagined Jason laughing in his ear. He remembered the taunts Jason had whispered to him during the attack.

'Good little whore'

'Bet you never had it this good'

'The more you cry, the better it gets for me'

He took his mind away from the attack and focused back on Morgan and Hotch speaking. Another voice joined.

"How is he?" Rossi's voice came.

Relief flowed through Reid at Rossi's voice. He was alive.

"Distraught and broken," Morgan sighed. "He completely broke down earlier."

Reid opened his eyes and looked up at Hotch. Hotch looked down.

"Reid, hey," he smiled. "It's wonderful to see you awake."

Morgan took notice of the dark and angry look in Reid's eyes. Hotch had noticed it to. Grabbing the pad and pen, he slid it under the Reid's hand. Reid took the pen and scribbled out a long note as they waited patiently. He slammed the pen back down weakly and pushed the note towards them. Picking it up, Hotch began to read.

He never stopped, not matter how much I cried. He slit my throat and I felt myself suffocate on my blood. He got away. How could you let that happen?
He'll never pay. He deserves to die after what he did. I'm nothing now. I'm nothing more than a toy that got used. He took away part of me and laughed as he did it. And you let him get away.

Hotch's hand shook as he read the note. "Reid, we can't do anything. I promise you that if I had my way, they would rot for the rest of their lives."

Reid looked away from them, his good hand clenched into a fist. Their words meaning nothing.

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