JJ and Rossi searched Mitchell's house after having him arrested. He was currently sitting in the back of a police car being held by the Sheriff. JJ and Rossi were in the bedroom searching through the drawers. Even though they most likley had enough evidence as long as Mitchell's DNA matched the semen found on Reid during the rape exam, they were still looking for more evidence to back up the case. Plus, if they found the right things, it might be enough to get him talking. Or maybe, they wouldn't need to; if luck was on their side, they might even find something that could indicate who the other two men were.

"I think I've got something" Rossi murmured as he felt a hollow spot on the back of some built in shelving. JJ walked closer to Rossi as he opened up the wall, to find some VHS tapes, the same kinds that had been sent to Morgan.

"Jesus, do you think that this happened to other people? That Spence wasn't the only one?" JJ guessed.

"I don't think so. Mitchell is a textbook paedophile. If there is anything on these tapes, it's not going to be of adults..it's going to be children"

And Rossi was right. The first video Rossi put in the player showed a boy with long blond hair laying unconscious and naked. JJ closed her eyes and turned away. The boy reminded her of Henry and she felt sick at the thought of anything happening to him; especially something like that.

"Going by the year this film was taken, I'm going to assume that this was Michael's nephew; the reason why he was put away for a few years" Rossi said.

He popped the VHS tape out of the player and put another tape in; one that was dated back to 1991. This time, the victims long hair was darker and he was being crowded with a lot of laughing teenagers as they tore off the boys clothes while kicking him everywhere, from head to toe.

"Oh god, is that...?" JJ couldn't finish her sentence as a lump caught in her throat as she witnessed the kind of abuse a child prodigy had to put up with during high school. Here, once again caught on tape, Spencer Reid was being victimized with a number so large that he didn't stand a chance. He was naked, covered in blood and bruises and was being dragged across the field with a rope tied tightly around his wrists.

"Did the kid ever catch a break?" Rossi sighed as he fast forwarded the tape.

Michael continued to film even after most of the teenagers were finished with him and they had all left but now he was filming from a distance so that Spence though that he was all alone. He was crying and struggled against the rope as he tried to get loose.

It was getting dark now but you could still see what was going on. JJ's eyes were back on the screen now as Mitchell's camera was filming another teenager who was also keeping his distance from the poor tied up boy but was keep his eye on him. It wasn't until he face the camera that JJ recognized him as the younger version of the man that approached Reid the day he was raped.

"That's Mike Avery" JJ revealed.

Mike muttered to Mitchell to keep the camera on him as he walked closer to the struggling genius so that Spencer could see him. Rossi and JJ watched as they saw little hope in Reid's eyes as he quietly begged to be let go. They couldn't hear his please because Mitchell was filming far away but it was evident on Spencer's face that he was begging to be released.

Mike had crouched in front of the younger boy and despite Spencer's attempt to move away from his hands, Mike wet his fingers with his mouth before probing at Spencer's anal region. Spencer cried out loud and begged for him to stop but he didn't. And what was worse was that Mitchell, the teenager behind the camera began chuckling as Mike used a second finger to open up the small boy.

JJ shook her head and pulled the video tape out, looking at Rossi.

"I can't watch anymore of this. It's already been made clear what Reid went through as a kid. Watching every detail will just make it harder to look and Spence without feeling sympathetic towards him. He would hate that. He was just a kid, Rossi. Who does that to an 11 year old boy?" JJ asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

Rossi didn't know how to answer the question although he knew it was rhetorical. So instead, he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, we'll bag these up and head back. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can nail this bastard" he told her.

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Morgan and Hotch stood behind the glass as they watched Mike Avery sit at the table with a proud smile on his face; knowing that the two FBI agents were watching him.

"I just want to go back in there and wipe that smirk of his face" Morgan growled.

They had already interviewed him but he hadn't answered any of their questions. That didn't mean to say that he was hiding anything though as he constantly made degrading comments about Reid and found ways in making it sound like he brought it all on himself. The most disturbing thing was that he didn't even use Reid's name; he used belittling words like "slut", "whore", "worthless little freak". It even made Hotch cringe and that isn't an easy challenge.

Hotch was aware that the case was too personal for them and they couldn't display rage while being around Mike because it was exactly what he wanted.

Hotch had tried a little bit of negotiation; he had told Mike that the DNA would match what was found on Reid so he was definitely going to be charged for rape and assaulting a federal agent. And as much as he hated to say it, he mentioned that he would get his sentenced reduced if he co-operated and gave the names of the other men that took part in the assault but the bastard had just leaned back in his seat and replied "Now if I tell you that, I'll be taking the little whore's fun away. He loves it rough. I assume you watched the tape your good friend sent you. Did you see it? Did you see how the slut came? He loved what we did".

Even with a strong stomach, both Hotch and Morgan had wanted to throw up and Mike knew it. There was no way they would get the needed information out of him. Hotch spoke to Morgan without taking his eyes off Avery through the glass.

"He may not give us what we need but what's important is that he's here, and with the evidence we have got against him, he won't be going anywhere"

Morgan nodded. He had expected as much but with JJ and Rossi bringing in the second UNSUB, they had a second shot at this. The sound of Hotch's phone ringing filled the air and he glanced at the screen before answering.

"Hotchner...what?"

Morgan watched as as Hotch's usually stern looking face turned into a mixture of anger, frustration and sadness.

"Right..this might be a good thing. We can use it against Mitchell. Good job, JJ"

As Hotch hung up his phone, Morgan watched him and waited for him tell him what the call was about.

"We may have enough evidence to hold Mitchell Cooper, too" Hotch muttered.

"What did Rossi and JJ find?" Morgan asked, curiously.

"A collection of tapes...and many of them were of Reid. Some of them were of him being beaten, others, he was...you know"

Morgan's fists clenched before smacking his hand against the wall. "Damn it!". He was angry. He knew that it was likely that Reid had been molested when he was younger but the confirmation just angered him much more. And then there's the fact that it had been videoed so that some sick fuck could relive the fantasy.

"This doesn't make any sense, Hotch. Mitchell Cooper is obviously a pedophile. Touching Reid like that as a kid is typical of somebody like him but Reid's 34 now. Cooper isn't interested in adult men so why take part in the assault?" Morgan questioned.

"We'll find out when we talk to him" Hotch stated.`

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Morgan and Hotch met up with JJ and Rossi after they brought Mitchell Cooper in. He was sitting at the table looking very guilty and anxious; the opposite of Mike Avery's behavior.

"I think we can crack this guy, easy. He knows what can happen to people like him in prison. He's terrified" Rossi stated.

"And so he should be. Now the bastard knows how Reid felt" Morgan said spitefully.

Hotch knew that with the kind of anger Morgan was expressing, it would be wrong to send him in the interview room where Mitchell was being held. He barely managed to speak to Mike.

"Dave, you and me can take this one" Hotch said.

He figured that with two alpha males in the room would intimidate Mitchell into talking. As soon as the two agents walked in, Mitchell eyed them nervously before looking back down at the table again.

"I...I didn't do nothing" he mumbled.

"Well we both know that's not true" Rossi stated as he took a seat opposite Mitchell.

"We found your video tapes, Mitchell" Hotch said.

Mitchell shook his head. "I did my time for what I did to Scotty" he muttered.

Scotty had been the unfortunate nephew that Mitchell had molested a few years back.

"That's true but...did you serve anytime for what you did to Spencer Reid?" Rossi questioned, knowing the obvious answer.

Cooper winced and shook his head. "I...I don't know who that is".

Even though the lie was expected, anger boiled through Rossi's veins as he heard it. "He was the 11 year old boy you filmed being beaten and molested by your school friend. He was the 12 year old boy you sexually abused repeatedly on camera as well as the 13 year old boy you stalked and raped; filming it so that you can relive your sick fantasy. You assaulted him time and time again until he aged out of your perverted preference" Rossi yelled.

Hotch figured that Rossi had watched the rest of the video tapes he had found at Mitchell's place without JJ. Cooper's eyes were rimmed with tears as he tried to hold them in; obviously ashamed of what he had done.

"We also found your DNA on Reid's body when he was assaulted earlier this month"

Mitchell's body stiffened but remained silent. Rossi decided it was his turn to speak. "Now what confuses me is that Spencer isn't a little boy anymore...yet you still went ahead and raped him anyway"

Mitchell rapidly shook his head. "No! I didn't...I didn't want to do that!"

"Then why did you do it?" Hotch demanded.

Mitchell put a hand in his hair, stressfully, before letting go. "Because he made me" he mumbled.

"Who?" Rossi questioned, impatiently.

This time, Mitchell didn't hesitate to answer. "Mike...Mike Avery"

Rossi and Hotch shared a glance at each other. If it was this easy getting Mike's name out of him, hopefully it would be just as easy getting the names of the other two UNSUBS.

"And how did he make you? Did he put a gun to your head?" Rossi asked sarcastically.

"He knew about the video tapes. He made copies of them and said that he would show them to the cops unless..unless I filmed another video. One that he could keep for himself. He wanted me to take part. I didn't want to; I swear...But i didn't want to go back to jail"

So Mitchell cooper was once again, the man behind the camera.

"What were the names of the other two men who were with you the night you and Mike Avery assaulted Spencer Reid?" Hotch asked professionally.

"I...I can't tell you that. M...Mike said..."

"Mike is going to be put away for a long time, hopefully in the most horrid place possible. If you don't co-operate, I'll see to it that you get put in the same nasty place as your buddy, Mike. However, if you give us the correct names, we'll place you in a place that isn't so hard on child molesters like yourself" Rossi negotiated.

The fear was evident on Mitchell Cooper's face; having already experienced how horrible jail was for him. After being given to opportunity to being placed somewhere safer, there was no way he could turn that down.

"Jeradin Muller and Donni Markson" He sighed.

Behind the glass, Morgan rushed off to Garcia's office so that he could find the address of the last two men...if you could call them that. When he arrived, he once again found Reid in there, only this time he was awake and occupied with a book whilst sucking on one of the lolly pops that Garcia must have given to him.

Reid glances at Morgan as he walked in but his eyes returned to the book once they made eye contact.

"How are you doing, pretty boy?" Morgan asked, gently.

Reid looked up from his book once more, eyes on Morgan's face. Not his eyes but close enough.

"I'm okay" he replied, quietly.

Morgan was a little stunned at the verbal response but grateful of Garcia, knowing that she would have been the one to get him back out of his shell. Reid began to read again; his eyes scanning across the pages. Morgan met Garcia's eyes and he gave her a smile; a silent message to thank her for the help she was being.

"I have the other two names for you" Morgan announced, feeling a little uncomfortable talking about this in the presence of Reid. Reid was finally showing signs of progress and he didn't want to ruin that.

"Give them to me" Garcia ordered as she turned to her many computer screens.

"Jeradin Muller and Donnie Markson" Morgan told her.

He stole a quick glance at Reid to see how he would react at hearing those names. He knew they wouldn't sound familiar to him as he had told Morgan that he had only knew the name of Mike Avery but he still wanted to see if Reid would react to hearing them. Instead, Reid appeared to be trying his best to focus on his book; most likely trying to keep the thoughts of the assault out of his mind.

"Okay, I've sent both addresses to all of your phones. Now go get them" Garcia demanded as she twisted around in her chair to look at Morgan.

Morgan nodded and turned around to exit but before he did, he looked to Reid one last time.

"It's all gonna be okay, kid. These guys are gonna be put away for a long time" Morgan assured.

Reid watched Morgan thoughtfully for a moment before opening his mouth and warming up his raspy throat. " What's gonna happen to me?" He whispered.

Morgan paused, thinking about the right words to use. Words that would come from his own knowledge in getting passed sexual abuse as well as taking in the fact that this was Reid. "It's gonna take some time to get passed this but if you don't let it control your life, it will work out just fine. It's all down to you, kid" Morgan answered, before leaving.

Reid understood the silent message that Morgan had spoken. Firstly, pushing away the ones that really care about him wouldn't do him any good. Depression is a likely emotion he will feel for a while and he's going to need his family to help him with it. And second, although it has been over seven years, a traumatic event such as this one may cause Reid to fall into a relapse. The temptation will be there but Reid did not want that to happen. He knew it didn't fix things, it just temporarily pushed his problems to the back of his mind.

But just because he didn't want to relapse, it didn't mean he wouldn't.

It would be easier said than done.

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After receiving the address, Rossi and JJ took down Jeradin Muller whilst Hotch and Morgan got Donni Markson. Although it would take a few days to find out if their DNA matched the semen found on Reid's body, the information Garcia found out left them sure that these were the right men.

Jeradin Muller had many assualt charges whereas Donnie Markson had two different restraining orders against two ex girlfriends due to domestic violence. Both were clearly dominant males that wanted to express it over rape.

Now it was just the waiting game. It was now up to the judge and the jury to decide their punishments although with Spencer's rape examination, the video tape and Mitchell Coopers recent confession, it would hopefully be enough to put them away for a while.

Hotch had let Morgan continue talking to Donnie without him as he appeared to have calmed down now despite talking to one of Reid's tormentors. Hotch figured it was because all four men are now caught.

So with Morgan on his own, he reached Garcia's office where he had heard that Reid was. It was now late at night but Reid was still up and reading while Garcia was nowhere to be seen. She was probably fetching Reid some food and coffee as Reid's coffee mug was nowhere in sight either.

"Reid"

The voice startled Reid and he jumped out of his skin when he heard it. Despite how gently Hotch had spoken, it was still enough to scare him.

"Sorry" Reid muttered under his breath.

"Are you alright?" Hotch asked, concerned.

Reid let out a very small, very quick smile before opening his mouth to speak.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fi...I'm fine" he stuttered, looking back at his book.

"You don't have to pretend here, Reid. We understand" Hotch reminded. He was thankful as well as surprised that they were having a conversation.

Reid nodded, no words said.

"Reid, I want you to take some time off. A week at least" Hotch stated, knowing the reaction he was about to get out of Reid. His head had shot straight up.

"You don't think I can do this job anymore? I...I can, Hotch. I can prove it to you" Reid spoke in a rush.

It was the most Hotch had heard Reid say in a while.

"That's not what I'm saying, Reid. Going straight back into work isn't going to do you any good. You need some time to get your thoughts together. Besides, you're gonna need to pass your psych evaluation before I can let you back into the field. It's customary" Hotch informed, lightly although he was aware that Reid already knew this.

But what the real problem was, was that Reid knew the right things to say in that evaluation whether his words were true or not. It was why he had been put back in the field so quickly after the Tobias Hankel case back in Georgia. Hotch knew that it was very likely that this time next week, Reid would be back to work a changed man. Would the Reid they knew and remembered return? Hotch really did worry about his state of mind.

"Okay" Reid sighed, certainly unhappy about having to be stuck at home for the next seven days.

"Oh, am I interrupting something" Garcia's voice came from behind. She had a plate with a sandwich and a cupcake on in one hand and a coffee mug in another. (sugary no doubt).

"No, I was just leaving" Hotch murmured, giving Reid one last glance. Reid would definitley need some food inside him before he left. He was already looking much thinner than he was two weeks back.

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Reid sat in his apartment awkwardly on the sofa, fighting his need to sleep. It was the first time he had been completely alone since Morgan and JJ had found him in his apartment. He used to love his time alone but now he craved company. Statistics ran through his mind as he thought about how much more likely he would be attacked whilst on his own.

He realized he was literally shaking in fear. He wanted to sleep but he couldn't! Not without someone there to reassure him that he was safe. He felt so pathetic!

For the second time that week, he found himself dialing his best friends number in his phone. Morgan seemed to answer straight away.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Morgan asked, a little worried.

"Are...Are you still busy?" Reid asked, rather anxious.

"Actually, I was just heading home now" Morgan announced.

Reid breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it mean that he was finally done talking to the men that had hurt him. The long silence had concerned Morgan so he spoke up.

"Did you want me to come over? Or take you over to my place? I'm sure Savannah would be okay with it" Morgan said.

Reid suddenly felt a little guilty about the idea of imposing on the two of them. He had forgotten about Morgan's girlfriend. He didn't want to be a burden.

"Hey, pretty boy, talk to me. Tell me what you need"

Despite not being able to utter a single word out before, his bottled up emotions; his fear, his anger and his frustration suddenly poured out over the phone.

"What I need is to sleep! And I can't because...because nobody is here! I can't even close my eyes without seeing them! They're gonna come back for me, Morgan! What if they get away with this? I don't think I can take this anymore"

Reid felt himself begin to cry as his shaky hand positioned it's knuckles between his nervous teeth.

"Woah, hey, hey, it's okay Reid. I'm coming over" Morgan stated, hanging up soon after.

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Morgan had rushed to Reid's apartment as soon as he had finished the call, afraid for his friend. As expected, the door was all locked up but who could blame him? Reid was terrified that it would all happen again.

When the door was finally open, Morgan found that Reid was once again, a mess. Not nearly as bad as when he and JJ had first discovered him but his knuckles were bleeding again and his hair desperately needed brushing; not to mention his red rimmed eyes.

"Oh pretty boy" he murmured sadly before pulling him into a comforting hug.

Morgan knew that this was only the beginning of what was to come. Reid already displayed symptoms of PTSD and he was bound to have more...

But Morgan was going to be there for him...

And he knew that the rest of the team would be too.

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