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Reid tugged weakly at the binds that kept him strapped down to the trunk. "Hmm," he moaned into the tape as he tried to call out. He listened as Morgan spoke with Dell.

"I'm just heading to see family, sir," Dell said in a polite voice. "My sister just had a baby. Can't wait to see the little angel. This road block usually isn't here when I visit."

"We're looking for someone who is of interest to the FBI," Morgan's voice echoed through the trunk.

Reid turned his head and cried at the pain that filled his head. It almost felt like someone was slowly driving a nail into his skull. He caught the edge of the tape on the floor and slowly began working to get it off his mouth enough to call out or at least try. He couldn't let this chance go by. The body could only go through so much and his couldn't take any more. He couldn't see anything, both legs were broken, bruises covered his body and throat and his head was swimming with pain. More of the tape began to move away from his mouth.

Morgan looked at the man in front of him and felt there was something off with the man. "I need to see your license and registration. I just need to check your identity."

"No problem," the man shrugged before pulling his wallet out of his pocket, Morgan took the license as it was handed to him.

"So, Darren Welsh, how often do you visit here?"

"When I can usually but I took time off work to see my niece."

"You haven't seen any odd behavior with other drivers on the road, have you? We're asking everyone."

"No, nothing odd. Just the occasional middle finger," Darren answered. Morgan was about to speak again when he heard a small noise. He frowned and looked around for the source of the sound. "Is there a problem, officer?"

"MORGAN!" Reid's voice screamed from the trunk of the car. Morgan brought his hand to his gun but have to dive out of the way as Darren whipped out a gun and fired at him.

"Shoot out the tires!" Morgan yelled to fellow officers around him as the car shot forward towards a barrier. He took careful aim and began shooting at the back tires. The sound of the gunshots wasn't the sound ringing in Morgan's ears. The only sound was Reid's voice screaming his name. He landed two shots into the back tire as it smashed through the barrier. The car veered down to the left and flipped down the grass verge near the roadside. He raced in front of the other officers down the verge to see a flash of a black coat running into some bushes.

"Go after him," he ordered the other officers. "Do not let him get away."

Morgan holstered his gun and slid next to the trunk of the upside down car.

"Reid, kid! Can you hear me?" he yelled as he tried to get the trunk open. A crowbar appeared next to him in a female officer's hand. He swiftly grabbed it and pried the crooked trunk open. The crowbar slid from his hands as the sight of his best friend fill his vision. Hanging from the upside down trunk was a bloody, beaten and injured Reid.

"Oh, god," Morgan shook his head as he rushed forward. He pressed his fingers to Reid's neck and rejoiced at the pulse under it. It was a pulse, a beautiful beacon that he was still alive. The female officer unbuckled the restraints around Reid's wrists as Morgan held him. He brought him into his arms and laid him out and away from the car. The sun hit Reid's face giving him a look at the true extent of Reid's injuries.

"I'll call an ambulance," the female officer said. "I'll grab the medical supplies and blankets we've got in the car too."

"Morgan," Reid wheezed.

"I'm here, kid," Morgan almost cried. "I'm here. You're not with that bastard any more. I need you not to move."

"I-I can't see," Reid coughed harshly. "I-It hurts to move."

Morgan's hand hovered over Reid's face and his swollen eyes. The youngest of their team was barely recognizable through all the blood and bruises. "I know but I need you not to move. You're in bad shape but an ambulance is coming. Just hang on, kid. I'm so sorry we didn't find you sooner. You're going to be okay. Stay awake and keep talking."

"He broke my legs," Reid sobbed before letting out a rattle of harsh coughs. Morgan brought up Reid's pant legs and felt sick as he saw the damage. The splints around his legs were beginning to fall apart and a bandage was covered in blood with part of the bone visible out of the skin. The officer returned with blankets and a small medical bag.

"An ambulance is six minutes out, Agent Morgan."

Morgan covered Reid's body with two blankets and folded one under his head. He unscrewed a water bottle and brought it to Reid's lips. "Reid, drink some of this."

Reid remained silent. Morgan leaned down and listened to Reid's shallow breathing. "He's unconscious, dammit."

Morgan climbed in the ambulance with his phone being held against his shoulder with his head.

Hotch picked up the phone immediately. "Morgan, what is it?"

"I've got Reid," Morgan said quickly.

"What?" Hotch said with joy. "Is he okay? Where's Dell?"

"He pulled up to the road block and Reid managed to scream from the trunk. We shot out the tires when he tried to drive through the barrier. He took off into the bushes and the local department is searching for him. Reid is in bad shape but we're in the ambulance now. Hotch, I can barely recognize him. Dell has almost killed him. Just get to the hospital."

"I'll meet you at the hospital but I'm going to have Rossi and Blake join the officers in their search," Hotch said down the phone quickly. "Don't leave Reid's side till you have to. Morgan, I know he wouldn't want narcotics but he's going to need them."

"I won't and I'll tell the doctors," Morgan assured him before hanging up the phone. He shoved it back in his pocket and held Reid's uninjured hand with both of his own. He watched two paramedics place IVs into his friend. They placed an oxygen mask over his face and began cleaning what blood they could.

One of the paramedics shook her head at the state of Reid's leg. She turned to her partner. "Radio the hospital. He's going to need immediate surgery. Tell them they need to red line him to the OR. Agent, what's his blood type?"

"AB+," Morgan answered immediately. He turned to Reid and stroked his thumb over the back of his friend's hand. "Don't give up, kid. You need to survive. We can't lose you."

Hotch walked into the waiting room where he found Morgan pacing up and down. They were alone in the room. "How is he?"

"I don't know," Morgan shrugged sadly. "They took him away and told me they would bring news when they have it. Hotch, I could barely tell it was him. That son of bitch beat him near to death. He can't see because his eyes are swollen shut. I could see the bone sticking out of his leg. I didn't go after Dell. Have they got him?"

"They're still looking," Hotch said. "You did the right thing going to Reid first. We'll find Dell but getting back Reid is the most important thing. Are you okay? I heard Dell took a shot at you."

"I'm fine, I dived out of the way. He gave me a license with the name Darren Welsh on. Did they recover it from the road?"

"They did and Garcia has already checked it out. None of the details match any records. The real Darren Welsh is fifty four and bald. It was a fake. We have a picture though. The roadblock camera we set up caught his face and we have the license. We're going to catch him and he'll pay for what he's done. Garcia and JJ are also flying here."

Ten hours later

Morgan began to close his eyes as exhaustion tried to take over him. He straightened in his chair and gave himself a little shake. JJ and Garcia had arrived and now sat together across from him. Hotch focused in the door, waiting for the doctor to come and give them news about the youngest of the team. Every attempt to gain some news was only met by disappointment.

The door opened and a middle aged doctor walked in with a look of exhaustion on his face. "Spencer Reid family."

"Is he okay?" Hotch spoke first. "I'm his medical contact. We're his family, you can speak with all of us."

"It was touch and go in the operation room. His heart stopped once during the surgery but we brought him back. My biggest concern are his legs. The damage to both legs is very extensive. We've had to place multiple pins in the bones of his leg due to the severity of the breaks. We've also placed a metal brace on both legs to keep them stabilized and still while they heal. It will take months before they heal fully and even more time before his legs are capable of withstanding the pressure of rehabilitation. We've started him on a strong dose of antibiotics due to some of his wounds being infected. We're keeping a close eye on the infection as it can lead to complications if we can't get it under control."

"What complications?" JJ asked.

"His body isn't strong right now," the doctor sighed. "He's been through a tremendous amount of abuse and torture. We need to keep him calm and avoid putting any stress on his heart. He has four broken ribs but by some miracle they avoided piercing his lungs. Burns scars on his stomach which we suspect are from a cattle prod, we've seen the burns before on other patients. A broken finger on his left hand, a very small stab wound to his arm and some bruising around his wrists from being restrained. He's sustained multiple blows to the head which have caused multiple cuts which we've stitched up. He had a rather large cut under a bandage which looks to the be the oldest of the cuts. Spencer also has very deep bruising over seventy five percent of his body."

Garcia let out a small sob and leaned against Morgan for support.

The doctor continued. "He can't see due to the swelling around his eyes. He's received such strong and repeated blows to the face that it has bruised very severely and is very swollen. We're giving him medication to bring the swelling down but it'll be a few days before he'll be able to see. Even then, I'll have to check that his eyesight hasn't been damaged. He may have some trouble speaking too. We found a dark bruise around his neck and it looks like someone strangled him."

"That son of a bitch," Morgan growled before taking a deep breath and clenching his fist.

"His throat is swollen but he's breathing on his own. He has an oxygen mask on to help him and it must stay on till we can give him a oxygen cannula. Would you like to see him? He's in a private room with a guard outside as requested."

"What about his pain?" Hotch questioned.

"We've had to put him on a morphine drip and we will keep him on a level of pain medication that will allow him to recover comfortably. Without the morphine, he most likely wouldn't survive with the pain for very long. His heart wouldn't be able to take the stress of his pain."

"Please take us to see him," Hotch said sadly.

All four of them followed the doctor to the private room down the corridor. He opened the door to show them Spencer Reid. Except they couldn't see Spencer Reid. All they saw was the broken and bruised figure that used to be Reid.

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