Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Small change of plan for Connection. I have to double-check something with LaRieNGuBleR but it will get updated tomorrow. It will have a nice long chapter. I am posting my new fanfic today though and that will also get updated daily. I have a ridiculous amount of time on my hands lately.

My new fanfic is called Broken By Blood. I really hope you enjoy it and it's being posted the same time as this update.

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Tom rushed into the building and into the room where he heard Blake calling Spencer's name. He felt sick as he walked in and looked to the bathroom. Spencer was bloody, bruised and unconscious. He rushed into the bathroom and skidded on his knees next to the man he considered his brother. "Spencer! It's Tom. Wake up!"

Blake pulled out her phone. "What are you doing?" Tom asked.

"He's lost too much blood, we need to get him to a hospital," she said. Tom grabbed the phone and shut it. "What the hell are you doing?! Give me back the phone. We need to call for help."

Hotch had now joined them next to Reid. His mind brought back the memory of holding Reid's throat as blood poured from it. He still had nightmares about that day for months after Reid had left them, he sometimes imagined the blood dripping from his hands.

"Look, there is someone we can take him to. We have medical supplies and I have his blood type in the car. We can't take him to the hospital. He's wanted and they won't let him leave that place. It is also going to bring a lot of trouble that we don't need now. There is a friend in the city, not far from here. He used to practise as a doctor until he lost his licence. He's known for doing treatment for people like me and Spencer. He's the same man who Spencer learned his medical skills from."

"Why do you have his blood type?" Hotch asked.

"Jake and Spencer are the same blood type. Jake got hurt and we went to get the supplies. We managed to steal some blood but Spencer had already given him some of his own. I brought the medical supplies expecting the worst. We have to go now," Tom explained. "Doctor Manute can help him but we need to get him there now."

Blake and Hotch looked at each other. Both torn between what to do. Hotch looked down at Spencer and pictured him behind bars, a prisoner for all his deeds. Bending down, Hotch grabbed Reid and brought him into his arms. He felt the fresh blood down Reid's legs.

"Tom, get in the car. I'll bring him out. This guy better now what he is doing," Hotch ordered. Tom got to his feet and rushed out of the room back towards the car. Walking out of the bathroom with Reid in his arms, Hotch saw Rossi and JJ looking at William Johnson, who was now unconscious and bleeding from a bullet wound to his thigh.

"Hotch, what do you want to do about this piece of crap?" JJ said as she looked at William with pure hatred in her usually innocent eyes.

Hotch looked down at the man. "Wrap up his leg with something and keep him here. I'll be back in a few hours and then we'll deal it. I'm not letting him get away this time. If we want to become a part of Reid's life again, we can make a start by making sure we don't let him down again. Just stay here and keep him secured somewhere."

Hotch sat in the back seat and was thankful for the dark tinted windows as he tended to Reid's wounds. He wiped the blood from the Reid's swollen and blood covered face. He couldn't do anything for Reid's more internal and private injuries. He hated that the young man had gotten subjected to the horror of rape again. He felt anger through his veins that caused his fists to clench. William Johnson had paid that man to hurt Reid, he was the reason they had lost him in the first place two years ago. Nothing had ever been the same since they had lost Reid.

The team had struggled for months after he disappeared. Garcia had tried to find him and he had often found her in her office, asleep in her chair where she had spent all night trying to track him down. Morgan had buried himself in his housing projects when he wasn't at the BAU. Blake and Rossi regularly had talks and reminisced about Reid and his strange but wonderful attitude to life. JJ had cried and she had told Henry that his Uncle Spencer was on a very long trip and she wasn't sure when he would be back. Hotch had felt nothing but failure after Reid had disappeared. Failure at letting the man who had raped Reid walk away and for not being there enough during the recovery. Everything that Reid had left was in a storage locker that Rossi paid for. They had kept the items but had let the apartment go. They had kept the stuff for the day they hoped Reid would come back to them. He never did and instead, reunited by anger, hate and the loss of innocence.

"We're here," Tom called. "He knows we're coming."

The car stopped and Hotch saw through the windscreen a door open and an older man step out. He opened the back door and brought Reid into his arms. He carried him inside and up some shifty looking stairs. He walked into a room where he saw an array of medical equipment. He had no doubt that this had all been stolen but he didn't care. All he wanted was to get Spencer to a stable condition.

"You can't keep me here!" William yelled at them. JJ finished wrapping his bloody thigh, she tied it and gave it a sharp tug causing William to grit his teeth. "You have no idea who I am. I'll make sure you die after this."

"You assume that you are going to leave this place," Rossi said, resisting the urge to put a bullet in the man's other thigh. Blake was outside in the car taking a few minutes for herself.

"I know what you are and you aren't a cold blood killer," William said as he leaned back in the chair he was bound to.

"Spencer Reid wasn't a killer once," JJ said. "He was a good man who had a family, a good job and a wonderful spirit. You sent a man, two years ago after him to send a message to us. Spencer got raped and almost killed. You may have managed to let them walk away back then and walk away yourself but you won't this time. It's funny how much people can change. Spencer isn't the same man he once was and we are certainly not the same team we were before. You aren't walking away from here alive."

Tom and Hotch sat in another room. Both hoping that Doctor Manute could help Reid. It had been a few hours since they had arrived at the building. They had called Garcia, Morgan and Jake and told them everything. Hotch had told them to stay put at the warehouse.

"Why does he mean so much to you?" Hotch asked, breaking the silence. "It isn't hard to see that you consider him your brother."

"The first time I met him was only for a few seconds. He told me good luck on my assignment. I had tried to break a code and I had to do some complicated math crap to do it. He had answered everything and just left. After a few months of being with us, he showed how much of a good man he is. He gave us a code to work and live by. We've done some bad things, mostly what Dante had ordered us to do before. Spencer came along and made sure that we only killed if someone deserved it. We tried to do good. He isn't the same man you once knew, he has some darkness in his soul but he is still a good man. I know what he has gone through, I've run into his bedroom when he has had nightmares to comfort him. He takes care of us and I intend to make sure he gets taken care of from now on. I want to be there to help him through the nightmares again."

The door to the room opened and Dr Manute appeared through the door. Tom stood up with Hotch. "How is he?"

"Sedated but I repaired and stitched his internal injuries. I've treated the wounds from the beating and treated the burns. He had a deep cut to his wrist which I have also stitched up. He has a mild concussion. Nothing broken but he is receiving blood till his levels are back up. He's lucky to even be alive."

"Thanks, Doc," Tom said. "I'll settle up with you later."

Hotch and Tom walked into the room and saw a fragile, pale and sleeping Reid in the bed. Tom walked over to the bed and took Reid's hand. Hotch walked to the other side of the bed and took Reid's other hand.

"We're here, Reid," Hotch said gently. "Both of us."

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