Oh. My. God. I have updated. I am so sorry I haven't updated since… A long time ago, but I'm back now! I went through a terrible bought of depression which lasted pretty much all summer and up to probably Thanksgiving, maybe a little after that. But I'm doing better now and life's actually going pretty well. I'm trying desperately to find a job, I'm trying to keep my grades up, and I got tickets to a Weezer concert in June! Yay! This will probably be the first concert I will actually enjoy, since all the concerts in the past my parents have chosen the performer. Anyway, please review the story and let me know what you think, that'd be great! Thanks!

Disclaimer – I do not own Criminal Minds and all that crap…

"That. Was. Awesome!" Spencer cried as himself and Morgan walked off of Test Track.

Morgan chuckled at the kid's enthusiasm, gripping his small hand tight in his, still stressed about what happened yesterday. He still couldn't believe it had happened. How could anyone take a child? Hurt them, much less. Morgan was always overprotective of Spencer, but now more than ever.

"What are we gonna do now? We can do Mission Space! I've heard it feels like you're actually in space!" Spencer continued to ramble as Morgan pretended to listen, mostly he was trying to find their group.

They had said they'd be nearby, but he couldn't spot them through this massive crowd. Whilst looking for them and as Spencer continued to ramble, hopping up and down a little in excitement, Morgan spotted a familiar face, but not the good kind.

The man he spotted looked familiar, and it gave him chills when he realized who it was.

The man from yesterday.

He'd thought the police took care of him? How was he here? Why was he here? Morgan looked around, stopping in his tracks, making Spencer skid to a stop as well, quite suddenly. Spencer stopped talking and looked up at Morgan curiously, one eyebrow raised.

"Morgan? What's wrong?" The boy asked, confused.

Morgan stared across at the man who was also standing still in the crowd, staring right back at him. Spencer figured Morgan hadn't heard him, but instead of asking him the question again, he decided to follow the older man's gaze. His face went white and his eyes went wide. How?

"M-Morgan…" Spencer gripped the man's hand tighter, absolutely terrified.

Morgan broke his gaze with the man and looked down at the white as a sheet eleven year old. Realizing that Spencer had noticed the man who had tried to kidnap him just the day before.

Morgan looked at the man once again then lurched down and lifted the kid off his feet and hugged him tight to him, "It's alright, kid. We'll get back to the others and go back to the room, okay?"

Spencer wanted to protest, not wanting to ruin their day, but was too shocked to form words.

Morgan carried young Spencer through the crowds and searched around for their group, finally finding them all sitting on a bench near a gift shop. The rest of the group saw Morgan and Spencer and stood with smiles on their faces before they noticed the worried look on Morgan's face.

"Morgan? What's wrong?" JJ asked, looking at Spencer's terrified pale face.

"The guy from yesterday. The guy who tried to take Reid, he's here," Morgan said, looking around anxiously.

"What?!" Almost everybody cried in unison.

Morgan nodded, his grip not loosening one bit on his little brother, "I don't know how, but he got out of police custody."

"Oh no," Garcia groaned, her face turning from extremely happy to extremely worried in a split second.

"We've got to get back to the room," Morgan said, patting Spencer's back for reassurance.

"Yeah, okay," JJ said, a little shocked herself, "Let's go."

An hour or so later, the group had returned to the room. Spencer had gone from shocked, to worried, to sad in that amount of time. He was shocked that the kidnapper had gotten out of police custody, then worried he'd been stalking him, but now he was sad. Sad that the man had to come between the group and their fun. This was supposed to help them, help them become closer and relieve some stress, but it seemed as if it was having the opposite effect.

After getting into the room, Hotch had locked the door, both the door handle and the deadbolt. The curtains were also closed. Morgan had set Spencer on the bed and sat at the table with Garcia, Rossi and JJ.

"This is an unexpected turn of events," Garcia said obviously, though nobody really acknowledged her.

Spencer sighed as he sat cross legged on the bed, his little arms crossed and his head hung low, "I feel like this is my fault…" He mumbled.

"What was that, kid?" Morgan asked, jerking his head up to look at the kid.

Spencer sighed once more and looked up, an angry look in his eye, "I said I feel like this is my fault."

"What?!" Morgan cried, standing, his fists clenched, "Why would you say that?"

Spencer flinched at his angry tone, but knew it wasn't directed towards him and continued, "Because… I didn't give the police a detailed report. I just told them that the man had tried to take me, nothing about him grabbing me too hard and leaving a couple of bruises or—"

"He left bruises?!" A couple members of the team cried.

Spencer flinched again but nodded, "Yeah, of course. He had his fingernails dug into my skin."

"Spence, why didn't you tell us this?" JJ asked, standing as well.

"It didn't seem important," Spencer shrugged.

"Of course it's important, Spencer," Hotch suddenly said in his deep commanding voice, "You need to tell us stuff like this."

Spencer looked down at his feet, suddenly feeling ashamed, "Sorry…"

"It's alright, Spence," JJ said quietly, looking down at the saddened boy, "You know we're going to need to see the bruises, right?"

Spencer nodded and sighed in embarrassment. He didn't like taking his shirt off as an adult, it would be much more embarrassing now.

When Spencer didn't make a move to remove his red t-shirt, Morgan stepped forward and kneeled in front of the boy, "Reid, we need to see the bruises."

Spencer closed his eyes, tears forming in them. He didn't like all this attention, especially if people were feeling sorry for him. He sniffled and nodded. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he slowly pulled it up and over his head before setting it next to him on the bed, still not looking up at his friends.

Morgan nor the others could see his arms and chest the way he was sitting all hunched in, so Morgan lifted the boy's head with his two fingers, making Spencer open his puppy dog eyes.

A collective gasp travelled around the room before reaching Spencer's ears. It was a terrible sound.

The group saw the red scratches from the man's fingernails on Spencer's upper arms and shoulders and a bruise on his chest. That was probably from the way the man was holding him.

"How tight was he holding you, Spence?" JJ asked, her gaze sad.

Spencer sniffled, his brown eyes glazed over with fresh tears, "I couldn't breathe."

Morgan couldn't help himself, not with his little brother like this. He ran a hand through the little boy's hair before wrapping his arms around him gently. This is when Spencer broke. He let the tears fall down his face and let out a few suppressed sobs.

"What if he gets me?" The small boy whimpered into Morgan's shoulder.

Morgan put a hand on the boy's back and shook his head, "He won't…" Morgan closed his eyes, "Trust me. I won't let anything happen to you."