"What do we do?" Garcia whispered, tears streaming silently down her face.

""We do what he says," all eyes turned to Tara in shock.

"We can't just leave him here!" JJ argued.

"She's right," Will mused. "Right now, he wants to be left alone and we have to respect that."

"Like hell! We are not leaving him to get home alone! Does nobody remember the last time we left him to recover on his own devices?" Morgan shouted.

"Morgan!" Hotch returned fire. "We are going to give him the space he needs, but we won't be far. We'll make sure he won't go down that route again."

Tara looked from person to person, unsure of what exactly Hotch was talking about. She figured now wasn't the time to ask.

"I've gotta stay," Will drawled. "I'm still waiting for the SVU detectives. They wanna do they own interview before Spencer gets outta the hospital."

"Well, I'll stay with you," JJ said, hoping her offer would let her stay and keep an eye on her best friend.

"You'll do no such thing," Rossi said. He started toward the elevators, turning to say, "Come on, now. Before they call security on us. Will, you'll call us if anything happens?"

Will nodded, giving JJ the nudge she needed to leave the hospital.

….

An hour later, Will led Lucia Adams and Terrell Johnson into Reid's room.

He knocked, half expecting Reid to not respond. But he did, rasping a hoarse, "Come in."

The three detectives entered, and Will was surprised to find Reid propped up under the covers.

"Spencer, these are Detectives Adams and Johnson from SVU. They've gotta ask you some questions."

Reid nodded, his head leaning back against the pillows and his eyes closed.

"Dr. Reid, we've got a picture of the suspect, would you mind taking a look at it" Adams asked gently.

Reid nodded again, opening his eyes and sitting up. Detective Johnson offered him an iPad with a picture of Robert Morris on it. Reid looked at it for a good thirty seconds.

"It was dark. I never saw his face," he said as he handed the tablet back. "I'm sorry." He looked down and started anxiously picking at the frayed ends of his blanket.

"Don't worry about it, Dr. Reid. Look," Detective Adams said, taking the empty chair and pulling it closer to Reid's bed, sitting. "We've got more than enough evidence to get this guy. He spent time in Attica for a similar assault. We've got his fingerprints and his DNA. But, Dr. Reid," she said, placing a gentle hand on his bed, "we need you to tell us the whole story. Look, we found semen at the scene. We expected that. But we also found urine. If you have to testify, the judge need to know exactly what happened. Is that something you think you can do right now?"

Reid looked up through his good eye at Will, who had maintained his post next to the closed door, like a bodyguard. Will wasn't sure if the look was a sign to leave or to give some kind of assurance.

Will decided to go with the latter, nodding and giving Reid a gentle smile, letting him know that he wasn't going anywhere. Reid looked back down and continued to play with the blanket, before nodded.

"Good, that's really good," Detective Adams said. "Take your time."

"The printer was out of ink, and I went to get a new cartridge from the supply closet by the elevators," Reid rasped. "He came in behind me and pulled me off the stool by my hair… He said, 'Hey pretty boy.' He was wearing a mask and gloves. I pulled the right one off and left a scar. He did rob he, like I told Detective LaMontagne. But after he took my wallet out of my pants' pocket, he… he, uh…"

"Take your time, Doctor."

"He unbuckled by pants. I tried to fight back but he was so strong. He pushed me into the filing cabinet. I hit my head. I remember going in and out of consciousness, and I slipped on some blood… and then I was on the ground and he was on top of me… When he was done, he, he, uh, he urinated on me."

Will shut his eyes, trying his best not to vomit right there in Reid's room. He wanted Robert Morris dead and he wanted to be the one to do it. He found comfort, however, in the thought that he'd be standing in line behind his wife and her team for that honor.

"He left," Reid cleared his throat. "He left, and I tried to look for a first aid kit, but that's when Agent Morgan came in."

"Thank you, Dr. Reid. I know that was difficult. But I want you to know that you've done really well. The fingerprints we found in the closet were a match to our suspect, Robert Morris. The urine and semen are still being run, but we're confident they'll be a match as well. We'll keep you in the loop, I promise."

Reid nodded, and mouthed a "thank you," all the while looking at the sheets.

The detective got up to leave, followed by her partner. Will opened the door for them and stepped out, hand still on the door handle.

"We'll keep you posted, Will," Adams said.

"That's, Lucia. I appreciate that. Spencer's a member of the family. We've got to get this son of a bitch."

"We will. We've got our best guys on it," Johnson chimed in.

Will said his goodbyes before knocking and entering Reid's room again, this time not waiting for Reid to respond.

When Reid didn't look up, Will said, "Thank you for doing that, Spencer."

Reid looked up, and Will didn't know if he was going to yell or cry. When he didn't say anything, Will continued. "Spencer-"

Reid cut him off. "Did they know about-"

Reid's voice hitched, so Will offered, "Do they know that he pissed on you?"

Reid nodded.

"No, I don't think they do. They only know that your rape kit was positive."

"That's still more than they should know."

"I know, Spencer. And I'm so sorry. If I'd have known what they were doing, I would have tried to stop it. I would be just as angry if I were you. And I understand that you don't want to see them, or talk about it, but they were right about you not being able to drive. I hate the idea of you taking a cab."

Reid opened his mouth to protest, but Will continued. "I know you're not a child Spencer, but I can't in good conscious let you go home like this. Let me drive you. I promise, I'll drop you off, make sure you get into your building okay, and then I'll leave."

Will didn't say it, but he knew if he let Reid take a cab home by himself, JJ would all but serve him divorce papers.

Reid finally nodded, managing to stifle a yawn. Will noticed and added, "You've got a few hours before they let you out. Why don't you try and get some sleep, and I'll be right in the waiting room, okay?"

Will stepped closer to get a better look at his sons' godfather, not surprised to see that he was already asleep.

"Sleep well, Spencer," he whispered, before quietly exiting the room.