A/N: For anyone worried this will turn into something more it won't. This is not slash but remember that Morgan went through a lot in his childhood and Reid is afraid that what happened to him now might push Morgan away because of the horrible memories.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

Warning: Rated for the mention of drugs, language, and torture.

Chapter twelve: Promises

"It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises."

-Chief Joseph

Morgan's P.O.V.

Reid came back and I heard his soft sobs. His head was on my chest. He knew I wasn't dead but yet he didn't move. I guess he needed the comfort. My eyes flung open when the crying stopped and I sighed. My should was killing me.

Reid was still on top of me. I stroked his short wavy hair.

"Why did you cut it?" I asked.

"Hm?"

"Your hair?"

He shifted a bit minding my wound and sat up.

"I dunno," he shrugged.

I looked in his eyes for a hint of deceit. There was no emotion in them. He was in an abyss now and I don't think I'll be able to get him out. I sat up slowly.

"Reid...talk to me," I pleaded.

"I...I can't," he whispered.

"What happened?" I questioned.

"I can't," was all he replied.

I sighed and moved closer. He tensed up. I continued and put my good arm around his shoulders.

"I know..." I began.

He didn't answer me.

"He did things that hurt I know pretty boy," I whispered.

"Aren't you disgusted..." he whispered softly.

I heard the hurt in his wavering voice. It took all the courage I had to face him and look him in the eyes. Now they weren't empty. They were full of pain and hate.

"I'm not...I couldn't be...not at you," I replied.

"B-but-"

"But nothing...this wasn't your fault. He's playing with us...Reid the longer we hold on. The longer we remain together we have better chances." I interrupted.

"I won't survive next time," he replies.

"You have to try," I urge.

"I know... how long...have we been...kidnapped?"

"Let's see...he got us the day we were going back around four...then he woke us up at one...the next morning he came back...I'm guessing two to three days," I shrugged.

"Morgan?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever do that again," he scolded quietly.

"I won't...I prom-"

"Don't promise...not in this situation," he interjected.

"...Why?"

"It's impossible to keep promises...they'll only break," Reid sniffled.

"Then I promise not to promise," I say trying to make a light mood.

"He's poisoning us everyday you know," he replied after a while.

The lighthearted mood dying quickly.

"Reid-"

"The bullet...it's still lodged in," he continues.

"I've noticed," I say.

"You have to take it out..." he sighs.

"It'll hurt like a bitch," I smile.

"Then let me," he offered.

I nodded and watched as his slim fingers ripped the fabric. His long slender fingers traced around the blood hole.

"Ow..." I groan.

"It'll hurt," he warned.

"...I figured as much," I sighed.

He looked around and found something that seemed like a small knife.

"It's not sterilized," he said.

"Anything better than a bullet in my should," I shrugged.

He nodded and dug with it deep into my torn skin. I yelled and squirmed at the uncomfortable pain. He smiled in triumph when he got the bullet.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Sorry," he smiled sadly.

"You got it out didn't you?" I panted.

"True...here," he handed me the bullet with his bloodied hand.

"Great memory to have," I smile.

"If we live that is...C-can I?" he asked.

I smiled. He placed his head on my good shoulder and closed his eyes. Instantly he fell asleep.

"I know what you went through and I know you're scared and disgusted about yourself. But trust me I've been there and it's hell...I'm not worried about anything just worried that you might die...so please hang on," I whispered softly.

He stirred a bit and fell back to sleep. I closed my eyes and joined him in deep slumber.