Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this but I hurt my shoulder which slowed down my writing a lot as I couldn't keep my arm in a position for too long. It's all better now. There is a small time jump in this chapter and we begin the healing process, in more ways than one. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Reid opened his eyes to see Garcia, Emily and Morgan in his room. Morgan was making the girls giggle by giving Garcia a shoulder massage. He smiled as Garcia let out a little snort as she laughed. "Morgan, always clowning around," Reid said causing them all to look at him.

Morgan stopped and came to Reid's side. "Hey, kid. How are you doing?"

"Better," he sighed. "Why were you massaging Garcia's shoulders?"

"You know me, kid. I'm always around to make the ladies relax. Garcia is a little ticklish though," Morgan chuckled. "Emily also needed something to take her mind of her headache."

Garcia stroked Emily's fringe out of her face. "Don't worry, Emily. Once the doctor comes and gives you one last check, I can give you some pain medication."

"I'm fine," Emily shrugged. "I've had hangovers worse than this."

"Like Vegas," Reid smiled as he reached out for her. She put her hand over his hand and let out a small smirk.

"Vegas shouldn't be so fun," Emily said. "It's wonderful that you're doing better. You don't feel as warm. Do you want anything?"

"Some cold water would be nice."

"I'm on it," Morgan said as he rose up from the bed and gave Reid's hand a small squeeze. "I'm also going to see if you can have anything to eat. Might even see if I can even score some jello."

Blake and Rossi walked into the room where Malachi was currently handcuffed to the bed and talking to himself. Rossi closed the door causing Malachi to notice their arrival. "Malachi, I'm Agent David Rossi and this is Agent Alex Blake. You attempted to kidnap one of our fellow agents and we want answers. We know that Carey Lock told you to go after the person that we love the most."

"I would have completed his order if it wasn't for that bitch!" Malachi snarled as he pulled against the handcuffs.

Rossi slammed his hands on the metal bars of the bed. "You watch how you speak about my family," Rossi growled. "We know that Malachi isn't your real name. Let me guess, Carey kidnapped you and beat you till your mind accepted that killing was the only way to make the pain stop."

"No, he's my father and he always has been," Malachi shook his head before scratching at his hair. "Stop it."

"You had a life before Carey took you. So did Dell, his real name was Declan Wilson. He was kidnapped from his room and brainwashed by Carey Lock. What is your real name?"

"Malachi," he grunted. "My father calls me Malachi. It's always been Malachi. Dell was nothing! He failed and I made him pay. He thought he could get ahead of me but I've been carrying on our father's work, not him. He couldn't even kill that scrawny and weak agent."

Blake surged over to the bed with her fists clenched but Rossi held her back as she spoke. "He's not weak. You call him that again and I'll make what my friend did to you seem like a spa treatment. What is your real name? You had a family. I bet Carey beat you the most because he thought you were the weaker one. He favoured Dell over you. You know, we did some digging on your so called father's background. His grandfather was called Dell. It's rumoured that they were very close. It's clear to us all that Declan was given the new name of Dell because Carey loved him the most."

"NO!" Malachi screamed. "He was only the favourite because he broke first."

Malachi's eyes went wide at the words that had come from his own lips. He grabbed his hair with his free hand and began to rock back and forth. "You're just trying to trick me."

"What is you real name?" Rossi demanded.

Malachi bit his lip so hard that it began to bleed. Rossi slammed his hands down on the bars and knew he was close to cracking the young man in front of him. "Your name!"

"JASON BERG!"

Garcia brought a small helping of jello onto the plastic spoon and brought it up for Reid to eat. He was already halfway through the pot which made her immensely happy. She watched Reid let out a small smile as she put the spoon in his mouth. She knew that he was enjoying the normalcy of everything. He didn't like talking about what had happened to him and she wasn't going to push him. Morgan was playfully feeding Emily some jello. Emily's first attempt at eating the jello had not gone well. Her knuckles still hurt and she couldn't grip the spoon without a lot of pain.

Hotch walked into the room and let out a chuckle at the sight in front of him. "Should I come back later?"

"No," Emily said. "Garcia and Morgan are just practising for any future babies they might have with their respective partners. I can't grip the spoon properly. How are things going?"

"We can officially put the case to rest," Hotch sighed. "We found out the name of the man whom tried to take Reid. His real name is Jason Berg. We've notified his parents and explained what happened and they're going to come to see him."

"Even after what he's done," Garcia said.

"He's still the son they've been looking for. Ten years is a long time to never see your child. We did some research and found that he was suspected to have been abducted on his way home from a local youth centre where he volunteered. He was also eighteen."

"What did Casey do to them to make them killers?" Reid spoke gently from the bed as he stared into Hotch's eyes. "Hotch, there must have been something that made them his choices to become protégées. There is killing because you were brainwashed and there is killing for pleasure."

A stray tear came down Reid's cheek. "Dell or Declan, whatever you call him, enjoyed hurting me. You don't just develop that kind of pleasure from killing from nothing. Son of a bitch had so much glee when he was strangling and beating me."

Reid scratched at his throat with his hand and began to feel overwhelmed. Hotch rushed over and held his hand away from his neck. "Get his hand off my neck!" Reid cried out as he closed his eyes. He began to struggle and the heart monitor beeped faster. They all knew he was slipping into a flashback.

Emily rose above him and put the back of her hand against his cheek before leaning down and whispering something the team couldn't hear. Reid began to calm and fell back to sleep as exhaustion flooded through him. Emily stood back up and let out a shaky breath. "We can't let him get that upset again."

"What did you say to him to calm him down?"

"I just told him that his family was here and was never going to let him be hurt again. We all need to keep that promise because if we don't, he won't make it through this," Emily said sadly. "We keep him safe no matter what."

A month later

Reid stared up at the blue sky and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his body as he sat in his wheelchair. He had only been home a few days but the feeling of being outside in the fresh air was the best thing in the world to him. The hospital had begun to feel too confined and it was a relief when the doctor had given them a permission to fly him home on the jet and to be taken care of at home. His legs were still in cages with casts around them but the surgery to treat the infection he had developed had delayed his recovery slightly. Everything was healing well except the memories of his abduction and torture. He would wake up at night and hear Dell's voice in the darkness and sometimes woke up screaming for someone to help him. Emily was always the one to rush to him at night when the nightmares took over. Rossi was more than happy to have Reid and Emily stay with him while Reid recovered. Reid's flat just wasn't going to be a good place to heal.

Emily had made a big decision a week ago and Reid couldn't help but be happy about it. She had resigned from Interpol and had decided to come back to the BAU after taking some time off first. She had travelled back to England and collected some more of her things over the weeks he was hospital and Garcia had joined her during the trip back to help. It had been a lonely few days at the hospital for him but he didn't mind if it meant Emily was coming back permanently. The team had travelled home a few days after closing the case but Garcia had stayed behind to care for him. Hotch had explained everything to Cruz and they had worked everything out.

Now, he was home and felt safe with the team around him.

Hotch had told him about Jason Berg. He had been deemed unfit for a standard trial and was being submitted for psychiatric evaluation and would most likely spend the rest of his life in a mental institution. The blurred line between who he had once been and what Carey had turned him into had become too much and he had suffered a severe mental break. Reid still didn't know to feel about it so he chose not to. He needed to focus on getting his life back together.

A cold glass of lemonade appeared in front of him as Emily came out onto the deck. He brought up his hand and took the glass from her. "Thanks, Emily."

"You're welcome," she said before sitting next to him. "How are you feeling, Reid?"

"I'm feeling really good," he smiled. "I feel normal sitting in the sun and it's easier to forget what happened when I'm with everyone. Especially you. You can't imagine how excited I am to have you come back to the BAU."

"Being here reminded me where my home truly is and it's not in London. It's here with you all," Emily grinned before bring her glass of lemonade up. "To fresh starts and amazing family."

They clicked their glasses together and both drank from the cold drink as they celebrated the family coming back together.

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