Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. That's CBS.
Disclaimer 2: There is mild depiction of rape in this chapter, so please know that you have been warned.
A/N: This is the last chapter and it's been a wild (and long) ride. I hope you enjoy it, and be sure to let me know what you think.
Hotch walked up behind Morgan. He looked at the darker man standing there, staring at the board.
“Why did you leave Reid alone?” he asked.
“Hotch, I already told you. I went for a drink. I broke the rules and I know I shouldn't have,” Morgan told him, voice thick with emotion, “so don't you dare give me a lecture. I've got more than enough to deal with now.”
Hotch looked down and then took a step closer, turning Morgan around to face him. “Morgan, I'm going to have to take you off this case. You and Reid have an intimate relationship and I feel that it's going to cloud your judgment on this case.”
“Hotch, don't you do this to me.” Morgan shook his head. More tears threatened to fall. “Don't do this. You need every one of us to catch this son of a bitch.”
“We're close enough that I think you can sit the rest of this case out.”
Morgan shook his head. “Goddammit Hotch.”
“I'm not forcing you to leave town. I know you'll want to be here when we get Reid back. But if I find out you're not staying away from this case, I will have to report you.”
Morgan stayed silent.
“Do you understand me?” Hotch asked.
“Yeah, I got you.” Morgan replied, storming away from Hotch and out of the police station.
Emily walked up behind Hotch and asked, “What was that all about?”
“I just told Morgan that he's off the case.” Hotch answered.
“He looks like he took it well.” Emily replied.
“Let's just get Reid back safe and sound. I'll deal with Morgan later.” Hotch said as he walked back towards their information board.
Morgan walked out of the police station, not really sure what he was going to do or where he was going to go. He looked around at the handful of people walking up and down the street. He turned back towards the building and slammed his fist against the wall, taking comfort in the pain that radiated through his hand.
Shaking the pain out, he walked towards his car. Getting in, he drove back to the motel, stopping to pick up a local map on his way.
Morgan walked into his motel room and placed the map down onto the bed. He caught a glance of some of Reid's clothes strewn across the other bed and took a deep breath.
He focused his attention back to the map and started marking off places to look with the information that they'd already gathered.
“What do we know about Matt Greene's life?” Hotch asked staring at the map.
“Pretty routine. He went to the same bar every week, he went to work, occasionally would hang out with friends or family.” Emily replied.
“What time is his family supposed to be here?” Hotch questioned.
JJ looked down at her watch. “His sister said she'd be here within the hour.”
“I want to speak to her when she gets here.” he answered.
Reid's eyes fluttered opened. The room was dimly lit. Feeling slowly began to return to his limbs and he discovered that he was tied to a bed, stripped down to nothing. His heartbeat raced and his breathing was thready. It had been several years since he'd been kidnapped and tortured by Tobias Hankel, but Reid had never really been the same after that occurence.
Light flooded the room as a door on Reid's right opened and a dark shadow entered the room.
A face came into view: handsome, lighter bone structure but still a strong looking face, short, dark hair, deep brown eyes.
The rest of the profile clicked into place in Reid's mind. The victims were replacements for this man. By killing each of the victims, he would be getting rid of that part of himself that he hated.
Reid cleared his throat. “I know why you do it.”
“Do you now?” Jimmy asked him, voice calm and collected. “So, FBI guy, why do I do it?” he pulled a chair over and glared down at Reid.
Reid nervously licked his lips before answering. “Each victim, each person you take, they represent a part of yourself. Something you despise.”
Jimmy stood and punched Reid in the face knocking his head to the side and straining the muscles in his neck.
He turned back to face his captor and continued, eyes defiant despite his fear and panic. “You suffered some sort of major trauma, most likely abuse from your father or a father figure because of your appearance and by seeking these men out and killing them, you can kill that part of you that they abused you for, the part that no amount of exercise and physical fitness can get rid of.”
Jimmy hit Reid again and this time he tasted blood on his tongue. He was right and he knew it.
Jimmy flexed his hand. “Anything else?” he smirked.
“I know that you think you're going to kill me.”
“What do you mean, 'I think' I'm going to kill you?” he tilted his head to one side.
“My team is gonna find me before you get the chance. My guess is that Matt's death was an accident. He died before you could properly torture that section of your past out of yourself.” Reid took a deep breath and steadied himself. “You're going to be more careful with me. And that carefulness is going to give them the time to find you and me.”
Jimmy laughed. “Well smart guy, let's just see.” He brought his fist down on Reid's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Pain surged through Reid's body and memories flashed through his head of another dark time.
They'd saved him then. Despite what he'd just told his captor the probability that another rescue like that would happen wasn't very high.
And Reid was a man that lived his life believing in nothing but facts and statistics.
“Hey, baby girl, is there any chance that you can run a trace on Reid's phone for me?” Morgan asked.
“Hotch already had me run one and the signal's dead. I have no clue where he is.”
“Can you tell me where the signal stops?” he continued.
“A few blocks from the hotel. Why are you asking me? Hotch should have told you this already.” Garcia questioned.
“Thanks Garcia.” Morgan hung up the phone, ignoring her question and continued walking down the street.
He called Reid's phone. It rang continuously until finally his voice mail picked up. Shutting the phone, he put it back in his pocket. He was getting nowhere and it was making him upset which was making him sloppy. What did he know about this guy?
He knew that this guy took feminine men, he knew that he tortured and killed them. He knew that he'd need somewhere private, somewhere secluded. None of the victims had any drugs in their system, so he knew that they could feel everything that was being done to them. He knew that there probably was no sexual satisfaction from the killings, or even the torture itself: the rape was a way to demean these men; to make them inferior.
It clicked in his head, the thing they'd been missing: he made them inferior to make them substitutes for someone and since they were men, they were probably substitutes for himself.
He pulled his phone back out and called Garcia back. “Hey, I need you to run a search for me.”
“I need you to check local records for cases of child abuse, specifically one or both parents physically abusing a son. Check records going back ten to fifteen years.” Morgan tried to keep his voice calm.
“I'll call you back in a couple minutes with what I find.” she told him.
Before searching she called Hotch. “Hey, is Derek with you?”
“No. He's been taken off the case. Why do you ask?” Hotch wondered.
“Cause there's a search he wants me to run and I know he's worried about Reid and I want to get him back too but things don't seem right with him and I'm worried.” Garcia told him in a rush of breath.
“Can you call him back and have me on conference with you? This way I can hear everything that goes on between you two.”
“Easy as pie.” Garcia paused a moment before continuing with her search. “Please don't be hard on him.”
“We'll see.” Hotch replied.
“What do you got?” Morgan said, answering his phone.
“I have six cases of child abuse, and two that fit that your criteria.” Garcia told him.
“What can you tell me about them?” he asked.
“The first is a guy named John Steltz, he used to knock his wife and teenage son around when he was drunk. One night he killed his wife and is doing twenty years in prison. Son went to a foster family and graduated from UCLA two years ago, he now lives in Santa Barbara.”
“And what about the other one?” Morgan kept his fingers crossed. This one might very well be it.
“Father, Micah Ferguson would beat his son James. Apparently Mom would sometimes hit him too. When James was fifteen he killed both his parents with a kitchen knife. He spent three years in a facility for traumatized and abused teenagers until he turned eighteen and was released. Morgan, he lives ten miles outside of town. Sending the address to your phone now.” Garcia swallowed.
“Thank you baby girl.” Morgan told her, hanging up.
Once off the phone with Morgan, Garcia spoke again. “Did you hear all that?”
“Yeah I did Garcia. Thanks for letting me know.” Hotch answered her.
She hoped they could save Reid before something terribly bad happened, but there was this horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her nothing was going to be the same again.
Morgan rushed back to his car. Reid had to be there. He was gonna get his boyfriend back. He just hoped he'd be in time.
Reid's lip trembled. He'd done a good job so far of keeping himself together, but he was starting to break. His lip was busted, a tooth had been knocked loose, he was having trouble breathing, mostly because he was hyperventilating. He'd never fully gotten past Hankel no matter what the psychiatrist had said.
At the very least he knew there were going to by physical scars this time.
Tears threatened to roll down his cheeks. He didn't really want to give this guy the satisfaction of knowing he'd been broken, but soon he wasn't going to have much choice.
The ties around Reid's legs were loose enough that Jimmy could fit right in the space between them, but Reid couldn't do anything else. Pain bloomed in his lower back as the head of Jimmy's cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle.
Reid couldn't stop the wail that seeped from between his gritted teeth. Jimmy pushed in farther and soon Reid was crying out in pain.
Fingers dug into his slim hips as Jimmy pushed himself in farther and farther.
The only thing Reid wished for was for all of it to be over.
Morgan pulled up to the cabin. It was exactly the type of place that they were looking for: permanent and secluded. He got out of the SUV and slowly made his way towards the home.
Pulling his gun out, he checked the door. To his dismay it was locked. Morgan walked around to the side and found the back door open. He stepped through and quietly searched around the room. He knew Reid was here. He could feel it in his gut and his gut was never wrong.
Hotch raced through town. They had to get to James Ferguson's residence as soon as possible. If Morgan made it there before them, who knew what would happen. Especially if he believed that Reid was there.
Jimmy pulled out of Reid and stood over him. He tilted his head to the side and stared down at the man. “You know you're disgusting, right? You let that man fuck you. You fucking fairy. You're a disappointment to men everywhere and you brought this on yourself.” he said, slamming his fist into Reid's side.
A scream escaped Reid's throat and Jimmy used his open mouth to shove his cock down into the tightness of Reid's throat.
Reid started coughing and sputtering as Jimmy grabbed a hold of the long brown hair, pulling and yanking Reid's head up and down the length of his dick.
Morgan heard a scream come from across the house. He dropped his guard and ran, gun pointed forward.
He pushed doors open, one after another, until finally he found Reid and his anger boiled over. Reid was tied to the bed with their guy, the guy who'd taken him, over him, pushing himself in and out of his boyfriend's mouth.
Morgan yelled over to the guy, “Hey. Asshole. That's my boyfriend you've got.”
Jimmy looked over at Morgan and moved his hips faster.
Both vehicles pulled up behind Morgan's SUV. Hotch got out of the car just as the sound of two gunshots rang out from the cabin.
The team rushed forward, knocking the door down and entering into the home. They cleared each room they got to until they found Morgan untying Reid.
Morgan was whispering to Reid, “Shhh, it's ok Spence, it's ok. It's over now. You're safe.”
All Reid did was curl into a ball and sob.
On the ground next to the bed was the body of Jimmy Ferguson.
Two weeks later...
“Derek Morgan, after thoroughly reviewing all of the evidence this disciplinary committee finds you guilty of conducting an interoffice affair, ignoring the direct orders of your superior officer and interfering with an ongoing investigation that your BAU team was consulting on. As such, you are temporarily suspended, without pay, until the mental and physical health of your team member, Spencer Reid, can be fully determined. If you wish to contest any of these charges against you, please talk to your union representative. During your suspension, I would ask that you turn in your badge and gun.” the woman at the head of the table spoke.
The words were meaningless to him. Simply put, he didn't care. Reid was still alive and that was all that mattered to him.
“Hey there sweetie, how are you feeling?” Garcia asked as she walked into Reid's hospital room.
He smiled weakly at her. “Better.” His voice was thin and she knew he was lying, but he was at least putting in some effort and he'd actually started allowing some of the others in to see him.
It was tough for them to hear the damage that had been done in the short time that Reid had been held captive: torn tissue on the inside of his body, both rectally and orally, the pulled muscles, the slightly bruised organs. Jimmy Ferguson could pack one hell of a punch.
“Derek misses you.” she told him.
He nodded at her. “I know.” he replied. He missed Morgan too, but there was no way he could see him just yet. He still wasn't able to sleep at night; he kept having nightmares about being taken by Ferguson. Even Hankel was mixed in some nights. Seeing Morgan now would bring all of it back up.
“I'm tired. Tell Emily I'll call her when I get the chance.”
It was Garcia's turn to nod. “I will.”
Morgan walked into the hospital. Reid had called and said he wanted to see him. It had been two weeks since he'd been suspended, a full month since he'd shot Ferguson, and this was the first he'd be seeing Reid since either.
He knocked on the door, gently pushing it open. “Hey.” he called out.
“Hey.” Reid smiled gently at him. “Sorry about avoiding you this last month.”
“Don't be sorry. What you went through? I know how traumatic something like that can be.” Morgan reassured his boyfriend. “You take as much time as you need, but know that I'm here if you ever want to talk.”
Reid smiled. “I heard that you were suspended.”
Morgan looked down at the floor. “Yeah. My best guess is that they have me leave the BAU. I'll have to get a normal job.”
“I'm leaving the BAU too.” Reid told him. “I've already set things up and I'll be teaching profiling classes in Quantico. Profiling is my life, but I can't stay in the field. This is the second time I've been abducted, I can barely pass the test to keep my gun and I just...” Reid paused to figure out how he wanted to word what he wanted to say. Finally he took a breath and continued, “I guess, I just can't take it anymore. All those years ago Gideon left and I was so confused as to why he did it, but now I think I truly understand his motives.”
“I respect that. So where does that leave us?” Morgan asked him. He stared at Reid, the man he'd given everything for, the man he loved more than anything else in the world.
“Us?” Reid asked. “What do you mean?”
“Spence, you know just as well as I do that people in your position don't usually go back to relationships right away.” Morgan answered.
“What I went through was traumatic and I'm going to have to deal with the scars for a while. But I hope that having you there will make things easier.”
A half-smile spread across Morgan's face. “You really mean that?”
Reid nodded. “Of course I do. If there's one person I want by my side to help with the nightmares, it's you.”
Morgan sat next to Reid's bed and the two of them continued to talk until visiting hours were over.
Finally, Morgan stood and walked towards the door. He turned around one last time and said, “You know, Clooney's going to be really happy when you finally come home.”
“Let Clooney know that he's gonna be sleeping on the floor when I get home. Don't think I don't know that you let him into the bed when I'm not there.”
Morgan laughed. “Spence, I love you.”
Reid smiled. “I love you too.”
Reid looked up at the house. He'd finally been discharged from the hospital. Clooney bounded out the front door and started sniffing him, tail wagging wildly from side to side while Morgan stood in the doorway.
It was the most beautiful thing he could ever wish to see.