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Voices drifted around the boy, pulling at his mind, making him feel like he was being yanked this way and that. He tried to shut them out. Focus. One thing at a time. Focus on one and the rest will slide away. It had always worked in the past. If he focused his attention on one single thing then the rest of it slowly faded to the background.
First he focused on the warm feeling on the right side of his face. He was disoriented enough that it took him a moment to realize what it was. Blood. That was blood. Master had slammed his head hard into the table. Very, very hard. The boy closed his eyes tight, trying to think around it all, to focus on the wound. How bad was it?
Right side of his scalp. Best estimate, a split in his skin about four inches long. Bruising would appear around it, barely visible underneath his hair, and a knot would form. All in all, minor. Already his vision was starting to clear and his ears weren’t ringing as much.
The internal examination only took a moment. After that, there was nothing he could find for a moment to work as a distraction from the voices shouting all around him. It looked like the police station had turned into total chaos.
The one steady thing that the boy realized was that Morgan was standing in front of him. At some point he’d been set down on this couch, but he’d been too disoriented at first to realize that Morgan had set him there. Now, though, he saw the big man standing in front of him in a way that the boy thought might almost be considered protective. But…what was he protecting?
A look around showed no one else on the couch with him. But, did that mean Morgan was protecting…him? That thought had the boy’s mouth dropping open. He was always protecting the women from Master. No one ever protected him. Ever.
Suddenly a loud shout broke through the boy’s thoughts and made it impossible for him to hide inside of his own head anymore. He heard one word that sent terror through him.
“Medic!”
Oh God, oh God.
“Clear the way! Medic coming through!”
No, no, no, nonononono.
“I said clear the way!”
The last time the medics had come, they’d taken him in the small box and to the hospital where people had poked him and prodded at him and wanted to look at him all over. They wanted to touch him and Master didn’t want people touching him. They touched him in places that hurt and said ‘Sorry’ with that look in their eyes that told the boy they weren’t sorry at all. They didn’t even see him. Just a body, just a patient; another one to move along.
Trembles ran uncontrollably up and down his body. He didn’t want them touching him. No. No. It had been so hard to fight them at the hospital before. Then, somehow, he’d managed to keep them from touching him in places they weren’t supposed to. He’d told them the sex was consensual, fought them so hard on it, and then they’d needed him back at the station, so no one had inspected him…there. But would they do it this time? He just knew they would. He couldn’t let that happen. Where was Garcia? She wouldn’t let them touch him!
Even as badly as his brain was spiraling, the boy still knew he was having a panic attack. But knowing and being able to stop it were two totally different things. He felt his breathing start to hitch in his chest; the world seemed to spin and blur a little. Lights flashed between dim and bright. His ears were ringing. Oh, God.
A hand touched him and he couldn’t stop the blood curdling scream that somehow managed to gather enough air to rip its way up from his chest and out his mouth. His whole body flew sideways, scrambling to the corner of the couch. No!

It was hell, trying to get everyone to stay back. It seemed like every cop in the station wanted to step up and talk. At least, the ones that were still there. Aaron, Dave and Emily had gone with a bunch of the local cops to the address Vincent had given them to see if the girl was really there. That had left half a station of cops, Morgan, Garcia and JJ.
Over the back of the crowd, Morgan could see Garcia trying to make her way forward. Now paramedics had been added to the mix. All of them were asking questions, wanting to get close to Reid, and the poor kid was trembling so hard on the couch that Morgan could feel it against the back of his legs. What the hell did these cops think this was? A freak show? But something had sparked in the air and it wasn’t letting go.
He’d taken Reid straight to the couch when they’d come out of the room. It had looked like the best place to set him down before getting medical supplies. But then all the questions had started and the panic and someone had called for an ambulance and it had all escalated from there.
Jesus, these people were lunatics! Couldn’t a single one of them see how badly they were scaring Reid? Seriously? Morgan could see it. He planted his feet firmly, trying to get the bastards to back up.
One stepped a little too close, trying to move around Morgan’s right side, toward Reid’s head. What the officer thought he was doing, Morgan had no idea, but hell if he was going to just let the guy do anything. “Back off, man! Give the kid some space!” He snapped, leaning that direction. He didn’t notice that one of the paramedics had used that advantage to dart around him and move toward Reid. Didn’t notice it until he heard Reid’s gut wrenching scream. The entire station went still and silent.
Not Morgan. He spun around to find Reid backed into a corner of the couch, shaking so hard he almost looked like he was having a seizure. A paramedic sat a cushion away from him, one hand half extended. There was only one thing that Morgan could think of to do. He pushed the paramedic’s hand away, shocking the man, and dropped down onto the cushion that separated the two.
“I’m sorry, kid.” He said soothingly. His voice echoed slightly in the quiet that surrounded them. It took everything he had not to simply reach out and fold his best friend straight into his arms. All he wanted was to shelter him from ever having to be hurt again. The blood on Reid’s face served as a reminder of how many times he’d already failed him. “I didn’t see him coming. I won’t let him touch you, ok? Not till you’re ready for it.” Oh, how he hated to see Reid like this. Hated it like nothing else. He hadn’t felt this helpless since he was a kid. Since Carl.
Quickly Morgan pushed that thought away. Now was NOT the time to be thinking like that. Right now he needed to think about Reid and only Reid. His young friend, his best friend, was wrapped as tightly around himself as he could go. His arms were up, hands cupping his head. But Morgan thought he saw one eye peeking out at him.
He took that as a positive sign. “That’s right, kid. You can trust me. I know right now you may feel like you can’t trust anyone, but you can trust me, ok? I won’t let people hurt you.”
“They can’t touch me.” Reid whispered the words so quietly that even with as close as they were, Morgan had to lean in slightly to hear him. “They…they try to touch me...t-t-there. They c-can’t.”
Understanding washed over Morgan. He’d read the records that had been brought from the hospital. Hell, he and the others had talked about how surprising it was that the rape test hadn’t been done. Or that he hadn’t been checked for serious internal damage in that region. But the physician had put in a note that said that the patient fought them on it, insisting that it wasn’t rape, that it was consensual and eventually they’d been unable to simply force the test on him.
The poor kid must have been terrified it was going to happen now. Morgan had to take a shuddering breath to keep his control before he could speak again. “They just want to look at your head. That’s all they want to do right now, ok kid?” He had to work not to say Spencer or Reid when he talked to him. It was hard. But he knew that Reid wouldn’t respond to those names. To him, they weren’t his name. And Morgan couldn’t call him boy like Vincent had. So he fell back on the old nickname he had used for Reid all the time. Kid. It seemed to work.
“W-What if they t-t-try?” Reid stammered out.
“I won’t let them.”
Morgan’s reply had been automatic and sincere. That must have showed in his tone because he saw Reid move his arm out of the way just enough to look at Morgan. Briefly the two men stared at one another. Then, so slight it was almost unnoticeable, Reid nodded his head.
It was a small victory, but it was a victory nonetheless. Morgan gestured to the paramedic to stand up and move around to look at Reid’s head. When the man reached Reid’s side, the small agent quivered and whimpered, shifting his weight toward Morgan. Automatically Morgan lifted his arm, not even thinking about it as he wrapped it around Reid and held him close. At least, not until he felt Reid jump against him.
Oh, man. He thought to himself. What the hell did I just do?
But once again, Reid surprised them. Surprised him. Instead of trying to pull away or starting to panic, he actually turned so that he was curled toward Morgan, only his bent legs between them. That perfectly opened the injured side of his head for the paramedic to work on.
Things stayed silent as the paramedic cleaned up the side of Reid’s face and dabbed at the gash on his scalp. The silence was broken by the sound of a ringing phone. Morgan didn’t bother glancing up. All of his attention was focused on the skinny man curled up against him. Every time the paramedic touched him, Reid would tremble or whimper, but he never moved and he didn’t scream anymore.
When the medic touched a spot that must have been particularly sore, Morgan felt Reid quiver again, harder than ever. The kid turned his head a little further into Morgan’s chest. The feeling that fluttered inside of Morgan was so powerful it almost took his breath away. Right after it came a surge of protectiveness, more so than ever before. He gave Reid a slight squeeze to try and reassure him. Words had dried up in his throat.
JJ’s voice broke through the silence. “They found her.” She announced to the room. “They found the woman. She’d already broken free of her cuffs and was working on shimmying out the window when they arrived.”
Another moment of silence and then a babble of voices started up again. Excited exclamations and soft cheers echoed around them. Life came back to the station.
Morgan gave Reid a gentle squeeze as the paramedic put gauze on the smaller man’s head before proceeding to start wrapping it. “You hear that, kid? She’s alive. You helped save her life.”
Unnoticed by everyone around him, a small tear of relief slid down Reid’s cheek.
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