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Tossing and turning in his bed, Morgan could only think of Reid. The young agent had swore to his boyfriend that he'd be fine alone, but Morgan severely doubted it after the last couple of days.
They'd been up against an unsub that had a grudge against Morgan and Reid. Of course, no one figured that out until the two were tied up in his basement.
The team had located and saved them within 72 hours of their disappearance but not soon enough.
'Well fine then, if you don't want it, I can always just give it all to your boyfriend here.' Williams lazily waved the needle around, pointing it at Morgan.
Not Morgan. Please not Morgan.
'No! You can't do that, please don't.'
Williams had done his research, unfortunately this included finding out about Georgia and the repercussions months after.
He'd given a choice.
To quote the sadistic prick, "Either I can give this to him," he said pointing the needle full of dilaiudid at Morgan, Reid's eyes widening, shaking his head no.
"Or you can take it yourself," he leaned down in front of the kid, lightly running the needle along his chin, "You know you want it." He finished, whispering almost seductively.
Morgan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the mental images.
They shot back open again at the high shrill of his phone ringing, the screen lighting up the dark room.
He sat up quickly and grabbed his cell phone. 'Pretty boy' the caller ID claimed. Morgan's heart fell into his socks, no one just made social calls at 2:35 in the morning.
He swallowed roughly, and pressed the green answer button. "Kid?"
Nothing for a moment then a sharp intake of breath and, "Hey Morgan."
To the naked ear, he sounded nornal. But to Morgan, he could tell that Reid was trying just a bit too hard to sound casual.
He could hear the strain and the exhaustion lurking underneath.
"Reid, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Morgan was already getting up and out of bed, shoving his feet into the sneakers beside his side table.
Reid coughed a couple of times and poorly hid a soft groan. He took a couple of good breaths and then responded.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Could you maybe come down here...please." He added at the end, desperation leaking through his voice.
Morgan's features contorted with worry, already at his front door, grabbing his keys.
"Already on my way kid, what's going on? Should I call anyone else?" He asked, trying to keep the fear from getting out of where he was keeping it contained in the back his mind.
"No!" Reid exclaimed, before softening his voice, "Sorry. No please just you."
Morgan nodded, worry spreading through him as he stepped into his car. "Okay Pretty Boy, I'm on my way, alright? Just hang tight."
"Okay, thanks." Reid hung up the phone abruptly, not giving Morgan a chance to say anything else.
Morgan pulled out of driveway as quick as possible, starting the 22 minute drive to Reid's apartment.
Not knowing what was going on, or if his lover was okay was killing him and he slammed his hands down on the wheel, his anger directed at Williams once again.
'Don't hurt him. Please don't hurt him.' Reid begged Williams.
Williams turned around to respond but Morgan interrupted, "Pretty boy it's fine. It's fine. It'll just be a couple days and I'll be fine."
He could not let Reid be forcibly drugged for the second fucking time. He had worked so hard, it'd kill him to have to start all over again.
Williams laughed out loud, whirling around to glare at the older agent, "You hear that Dr. Reid?! Just a couple days, fuck that!"
He wiped faux tears out of his eyes and sat down in between the two tied up agents.
"It is never just a couple days Agent. It's life long. It never completely goes away. Does it Doctor?"
Both of the older men turned to look at Reid, who had fixated his eyes on the ground.
Williams flew into a rage and shot of the floor slamming a fist into Reid's sensitive stomach.
This drew a protective shout of, "Hey!", from Morgan and a pained cry from the kid.
Williams wove his fingers into Reid's wavy hair and yanked his head backwards, hissing into his ear, "Does it Doctor? Has it ever stopped for you?"
"No" Reid admitted quietly. "John, don't give it to him." He requested, hot tears welling in his wide eyes.
Williams smiled a sadistic smile, knowing he'd won the second he reminded Reid of his own pain, knowing there was no way that he could knowingly put his partner through that.
The rest happened so quickly it had been hard to process at the time. Morgan had tried to protest and fight against Williams, luck playing directly against the agents as the man shoved a gag into Morgan's mouth.
Luck and circumstances laughed in their faces as the sadist tied the tourniquet around Reid's upper arm. His body was trembling anxiously, fighting to keep the tears at bay as the needle was raised to the crook of his arm.
The tears finally fell as his eyes slammed shut against the familiar cold feeling of the drug shooting through his veins.
Matching sorrowful tears fell down Morgan's face, his mind racing trying to find a way to break out of his restraints and strangle the man standing menacingly over his fading boyfriend.
"You sick son of a bitch what is wrong with you?" Morgan screamed at Williams, working the gag out of his mouth and earning himself a slap across the face.
The rest of the day was a blur for the profilers. Williams waited until Reid was lucid but awake, and he pulled the kid out of chair and threw him to the cold ground.
He beat him mercilessly over the screams of Morgan begging him to hurt him instead, to give the younger agent a break.
Deep down he knew it wasn't gonna do any good, the man's rage was obviously centered around Reid, luck throwing in another blow.
Right as Williams slammed his boot into Reid's ribs for probably the 20th time, gaining a final pained sound in response, Morgan, working as quietly as possible, was finally able to slip his hands out of the rope.
Williams, too distracted with burying his foot in Reid's side, didn't notice Morgan grabbing his abandoned gun off the ground until it was much to late.
He turned toward the agent, having heard the gun cocking, and there was a bullet ripping through his chest before he could process it, his body hitting the ground a couple of feet from Reid.
Reid. Reid who was laying curled around himself on the ground. Reid who was moaning softly, arms wrapped protectively around his ribs.
Morgan dropped down to his knees next to his injured boyfriend, laying a gentle hand across his shoulder, "Reid? Reid, kid, I need you to open your eyes for me."
Reid's eyes fluttered open, vision hazy and blurry but still recognizing the man leaning over him, pulling up his shirt and examining the bruising skin coating his ribs.
He cried out as Morgan pushed down, feeling his ribs shifting under the weight.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry kid, so sorry." Morgan murmured under his breath, yanking his hands back from Reid's abdomen.
Moments after he turned to William's body to look for a cell phone, the door busted down, shouts of "FBI!" ringing through the small room, and they were saved.
Pulling up outside of Reid's apartment, he grabbed his spare key from the glove box and hurried out of the car.
He ran up the stairs and didn't take a minute to breathe until he'd finished the familiar route ending at Reid's door.
He knocked lightly on the door, calling out, "Reid, I'm here."
He waited only a couple of moments for a response that didn't come before using his key and pushing open the door.
Shutting it softly behind him, he noticed how dark it was in the apartment. Reid hates the dark more than anything.
Every light in the apartment was turned off except for a lamp shining dimly in the living room, illuminating the drawn shut curtains.
"Reid?" Morgan called out for his boyfriend once more before noticing the light coming from behind the half closed bathroom door.
He walked gently over the door and could hear soft groans paired with raspy coughs and he grimaced.
Slowly pushing open the door, he understood that he shouldn't have trusted his insecure lover to tell him that he'd, "Be fine by myself. I'm 32 years old Derek, I'm fine."
He didn't look all that fine.
Reid was crumpled down on the ground in the space between his tub and the toilet. Sweat was soaking the back of the light purple shirt he was wearing and it ran down the sides of his face, coming from his soaked hair.
He had his forehead rested on the toilet seat, which alarmed Morgan because Reid was a extreme germaphobe. He'd never in his right mind be anywhere near the toilet seat with his face.
His left arm was wrapped tightly around his bandaged ribs, his right grasping the opposite side of the toilet.
Morgan didn't jump into action until Reid broke into a coughing fit that made him gag and he pulled himself back up to vomit into the murky water.
The vomiting turned into dry heaving and the heartbreaking way that Reid cried seemed to break his partner out of his stupor and he kneeled over next to him.
His chest heaving, Reid leaned back down on the toilet and didn't react when Morgan's hand landed on the top of his back, rubbing up and down.
"Pretty boy, I'm here now. What can I do?" He wanted ask if he was okay, but he knew Reid and the last time he'd asked him that, he was given an hour long lecture about how it didn't make sense to ask someone if they were okay, when they obviously weren't.
Reid shook his head and pulled his eyes up to meet Morgan's eyes.
"I haven't taken anything, I promise." His face crumbles at pain racks through his ribs and he curled back with a sob. "I promise."
Morgan's face softened at that and he settled down on the ground next Reid, bringing his hand up to run it through his sweat soaked hair.
"I know you didn't baby. I know you wouldn't" he soothes. Reid gave a bitter laugh, "I forgot what a bitch withdrawals can be."
Morgan grimaced, finally realizing what was going on, "What can I do kid?"
Reid clutched his stomach and groaned, "I don't know. I did this by myself last time."
Guilt slammed through Morgan in waves while Reid doubles back over the toilet, gagging up nothing but blood and stomach acid.
Reid pulled back, leaning all of his weight onto the tub behind him. He turned back to Morgan and his lover couldn't look past the dark bruises marring his jaw.
"You can go home Derek, I'm sorry." He plastered a smile onto his face.
"I just need someone to tell Hotch that I'm not strung up if I don't make it to work on Monday." His smile faded with this and he clutched his stomach again and he leaned over the toilet to vomit again, nothing left but stomach acid.
His admission made Morgan want to bring Williams back to life just so he could kill him again. But he felt angry towards himself aswell.
No one had been there when Reid went through this the first time.
Morgan wasn't going home.
He should've been there the last time, but he sure as hell wasn't going to leave this time.