Morgan drove as quickly as he could, but it still took over fifteen minutes to reach the BAU. When he arrived the entire unit had assembled in the bullpen, and he was immediately—an surprisingly—cussed out by Hotch, who was in a rage that Reid hadn't been taken straight to the hospital. The entire team was on-edge as they piled into the two black SUVs and drove to the hospital—Morgan, Rossi, Hotch and Reid in one, Prentiss, Garcia and JJ in the other. No one knew any specifics besides Reid and Morgan; Reid was unconscious and Morgan might as well have been for the silence he kept.

"What's wrong with Reid?" Rossi asked with concern etched across his face; frustrated is more like it, Morgan thought. He held Reid up against his side and squeezed his Pretty Boy's shoulder while saying,

"I'm not sure if it's my place to tell. When Pretty Boy gets up, he can tell you. But, right now we have to get him to the hospital and find that bastard. This guy did awful things to Reid, and we are going to find him." Everyone solemnly nodded in agreement and Rossi called Garcia; she whispered to JJ nervously, and soon everyone was ready for a man-hunt.

Morgan didn't waste any time picking up Reid and following the team to the hospital emergency entrance. Once the doctors had Reid on a gurney, and several of the attending had forced Morgan to stay put, they sat in the waiting room; absolutely silent. No one spoke until a grey-haired and completely exhausted doctor entered. His wrinkles spoke more loudly than he did;

"Dr. Spencer Reid?" All six of their heads perked up and the doctor continued, "His case is serious, but it could've been worse. He'll need several days of rest, but we can release him tomorrow into someone's care. He didn't want the Rape Kit at first, but we convinced him otherwise. The results have been sent to the lab and we expect them within a few hours." The doctor bowed his head in a farewell and continued down the hall.

"Reid…"

"I can't believe it."

"What happened?"

Morgan paced back and forth across the room; hoping he wouldn't have to admit to the three women what had happened. He couldn't do that to Reid. His broken Reid. His Reid that wouldn't be able to be at Quantico for the next few days; the only place he'd never get hurt. Morgan put his face into his palms and sighed; all he wanted to do was see Reid. To look into his eyes and know that nothing had changed. That would never happen.

"I think I should call Gideon."

Everyone turned to Hotch, who was standing in the corner with his trademark solemnity still intact; it was as though the outburst earlier had never occurred. Prentiss and Rossi nodded, but all Morgan could do was stare and let Garcia hold his hand reassuringly—or as close to reassuringly as she could manage. Rossi left the room, cell phone in hand, to call Gideon.

Hotch walked towards Morgan and put his hand on the black man's shoulders, "Reid will be fine, Morgan. Don't worry yourself. It'll just make it harder on you."

"But Pretty Boy is in pain, and I should've been there earlier. I just thought he was drunk. I didn't know… Hotch…" Morgan sat down, his breathing hitched. Eventually JJ, Garcia and Prentiss had to leave; it'd been hours and they had to sleep. Rossi only agreed to stay because he was worried about Morgan (even though he'd never admit it). Hotch stayed because, 'If a member of his team was hurt, he was going to keep watch.'

They sat in an awkward silence for half an hour before Rossi offered any words, "I hope the kids alright. Do… um… either of you want to explain it?"

No one answered and Rossi stopped talking. Finally the Doctor came out and told them they could see Reid for a few minutes if they wanted to. Morgan jumped up and tore down the halls. Rossi and Hotch trudged sleepily after him; Hotch slightly more attentive than Rossi.

"M-Morgan, is that y-you?" They all heard Reid's normally confident voice broken and battered. Hotch let out a deep breath and entered into the hospital room; hoping Gideon would arrive soon and maybe help Reid like he'd done at the beginning.

"Hey kid." Reid smiled half-heartedly at Hotch, and then turned and offered a thankful look to Rossi. Morgan was kneeling next to the bed, almost lost in Reid's drained face.

"Pretty B—Reid. Reid, how are you? Hows it feel?" Morgan caught himself, but the wince was still visible and Rossi and Hotch shared a look; they were disturbed at what that meant.

"Fine, Morgan. Just a little tired." Reid's cheeks were hot and red, he wouldn't make eye contact with any of the men and his thumbs twiddled uselessly. He had no pent up statistics, no periodic table to mumble; he was empty.

"Kid, we'll take care of things for a few days, you just rest up. I have a guest room if you can't find anywhere else," Hotch gave a smile and walked a few steps further into the cramped room, hoping to make Reid as secure as possible.

"Ditto." Rossi's words were appreciated, but Reid hoped he didn't have to stay with the man who couldn't stand his ramblings. He didn't hate Rossi, he just felt so useless around the older man.

"You know the same always goes for me too," Morgan put his hand on Reid's and Reid nodded.

"I wouldn't want to bother any of you though…" Reid turned scarlet when Morgan immediately demanded he come to his house. Rossi and Hotch both nodded and said their good-nights, Hotch promising to visit the two tomorrow, and muttered something about Gideon that made Reid smile. Hotch nodded and Reid looked himself for several seconds before remembering. Hotch inwardly groaned; it would be a while until the boy he'd come to love like a father would ever be right.

After the two men left Reid broke down and began to cry. Morgan couldn't console him for nearly half an hour, when finally the tears stopped.

"Everyone knows… everyone thinks I'm weak and that I wanted it. Did you see the way they looked at me? God… I'll never be able to work with any of you again."

"Spencer Reid, shut up right now. No one is thinking anything like that about you. We all want you safe and we've already started looking for the ass-hole that did this to you. As soon as you're ready to give us a description we're going to find him and we are going to make him suffer for this." Morgan stood up and pulled Reid into a hug; Reid winced when his back was rubbed, but he didn't pull away. Morgan was almost beaming when he felt his pretty boy cave into him. His heart skipped a beat, but Morgan knew that Reid was not only straight, but that Reid would never be into him; especially now. He sighed and let his Reid lie back down. Then he began to feel sick; lusting after Reid now was awful. It was sick and he was disgusting.

"I'll be back tomorrow morning. I just need to get the guest room ready. Get some sleep." Before Morgan could stop himself, he kissed Pretty Boy on the forehead. Both looked embarrassed, but Morgan left before it could ruin the moment; he wanted to slap himself.

Reid fell asleep, but it didn't last, all night he had nightmares to the point where he stopped trying to sleep and instead watched infomercials until morning. He was bored out of his mind, but at least he wasn't plagued with images of last night. The phone numbers and prices were seared into his memory.

"Morning Reid." Reid was startled out of his fascination with the television by Morgan, who luckily entered holding a cup of coffee. It was black and had four sugar packets in it; just the way he liked it. Reid sighed and grabbed it hungrily.

"Thanks, I've needed a cup." Morgan sat and watched as Pretty Boy drank down the steaming coffee and then laughed when he looked almost expectant for another cup.

"We can get you outta here if you're up to it."

"Morgan, I don't need to be babysat. You could leave me at my place and tell the others I was staying with you. I'm fine, sincerely. I just need to be alone." Even Reid didn't believe the words as they poured from his cracked and dried lips. It wasn't his fault he said the words; they were what he wanted to be true. Reid wanted to go home and sleep; to read a book and shower. He wanted things to be normal. He didn't want to admit the awful thoughts, he didn't want to sleep at Morgan's.

"Spencer. You're coming to my place and that's final." Morgan's tone took Reid by surprise, and he nodded without thinking.

Several hours later the two had left the hospital—Reid in an oversized pair of Morgan's sweats—and had picked up a weekend bag from Reid's apartment. It was surprisingly a lot smaller than Morgan's; Reid must not have company often, Morgan thought with a mix of joy and guilt—so maybe he didn't want Reid with anybody else, that didn't mean he should be alone all the time.

"Rossi called me and said Gideon's going to make it to the apartment today."

"Would… would you l-leave us alone when he gets here? I w-want to talk to him a little bit. Is that okay?" Spencer Reid was nervous talking to him. Morgan's face burned red with anger and more unneeded guilt.

"Sure, Pretty B—Reid, sure," Morgan smiled as best he could and headed towards the kitchen; he made another pot of coffee and sat in silence with Reid for an hour until the doorbell rang. "Okay, kid. I'll go get some eggs and bread or something, I'll be back in an hour or so. You'll be okay right?"

Reid nodded without conviction and Morgan almost second-guessed going to the market, but seeing Reid glow when Gideon walked in was enough to keep him away; Reid needed to talk to someone, even if it wasn't him.

"Gideon… I- I've missed you," the words were simple and quiet but both Gideon and Reid felt the tension and the pain.

"I'm sorry, kid. I've missed you, too. But, I've emailed ever week, like I said," Gideon sat next to Reid on the couch and pulled Reid close to him; a hug without pressure. Gideon was all too aware of the injuries Reid had sustained.

"I know."

They both stopped talking then; wound up in memories they'd both repressed:

For five months Gideon and Reid had been lovers—no, friends with benefits, Reid corrected. Neither of them had been in love, Reid had been confused about his sexuality and needed someone safe. Gideon had been lusting after the boy's mind and body for weeks. They both knew it was still a friendship; just further.

Gideon had been the first to take Reid's virginity. Yes, he had had blow-jobs—he'd given a fair share during college too. Yes Reid had made-out and had sex with women—not very many, but he had. It was male on male sex that Gideon opened for him. Reid had always secretly known he preferred men, but he didn't want to be that much weirder. Gideon had shown him it was natural and amazing. When Gideon left, the relationship ended, and they both filed it away. No one but the two of them knew.

Reid had continued on to have two serious boyfriends—one six months, and one only four. He'd never loved either of them, but he'd wanted to. Reid had always dreamed of being in love; after last night he didn't imagine he'd ever be able to.

"Reid…," Gideon turned Reid towards him and their lips met, it was a greeting—nothing sexual—and it brought a smile to both of their lips, "Are you alright?"

"No… Jason, I don't think I'll ever be again. He didn't get to take my virginity… but it was just as bad as if he had. He took so much from me. I just wanted to forget about the case. I really just wanted to find love. I didn't want him. The wall was sharp and I was bleeding… I felt all of him. It was too much." Gideon let Reid talk until he had nothing else to say, and then they kissed again. It was sweet and simple and it was what Reid needed; gentleness and kindness without pity, without apology.

"I'm sorry I couldn't ever love you."

"Me too, Jason."

They began to kiss again—no tongues and no groping. It was all for Reid's comfort. He felt safe and he felt whole; not used and filthy. But beneath the surface he wanted more. Reid wanted to love the person he was kissing—Reid wanted the person he was kissing to be his lover. He didn't want Gideon sitting there. He didn't know who he wanted. He kissed anyway—abandoning his thoughts.

Morgan opened the door to his apartment and dropped the Ralphs bags; their contents spilled across the floor. Reid and Gideon were kissing on his couch. His Reid was kissing Gideon on his couch. His Reid was kissing Gideon.

A/N- Sorry for how long it took me to update. I was stuck. If anyone has any suggestions can you message them to me… I don't know why but this one just keeps getting me stuck. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm guessing 2-3 more before it's over. I think I'm going to throw some of the manhunt and another case in there. (: