Title: Stay With Me

Author: Ashley

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Rating: MA SOLEY FOR THIS CHAPTER: Rating WILL change at a later chapter. Please be warned! The assault scene is fairly graphic.

Ship: Eventual Reid/Morgan, Rossi/Prentiss

Summary: After Reid is assaulted, can Morgan help him put his life back together, or will this send Reid over the edge, for good?

Warning: The first chapter is fairly graphic… It's rated M for rape. I feel really bad about writing it. But it really is essential to know exactly what happens to him, to be able to understand later. And of course, my stories are full of slash.

Author's notes: This story won't leave me alone! This is my first criminal minds story! The attack is really bad and I cried while writing it, but it's essential to things that happen later in the story, that everything is well explained.

"I was never able to figure Reid out JJ, until now. I guess I always knew, but I was too scared to admit it… I love him, I only hope I haven't fucked up too much to fix."

"Morgan, you haven't screwed up at all. It wasn't you fault that he was attacked."

"I knew that he didn't have a car, I knew that. I should have-"

"Morgan, it's not your fault! You have to stop thinking that! It will beat you down if you keep blaming yourself."

"Reid and I fought… That night, I was supposed to bring him home."

"What happened?"

"He told me he was gay."

"Oh lord Morgan… I really hope it's not too late."

David Rossi took a step back to avoid being run over by Reid, as he took off down the hallway. I knew that I should go after him, but I just stood there and let him go. I had too many things on my mind that I needed to work on them, and right now I knew I wouldn't be able to think about them with Reid around me.

I shrugged into my jacket and headed slowly down the hallway, trying to shake from my head what happened, and how Reid had started at me. I just couldn't get his tear streaked and hurt face from my mind.

I stopped by my car and let my head rest against the cold metal… I started to get worried about letting him walk home alone, but after I had just treated him… He probably wouldn't accept a ride anyway. I shook my head once more, climbing into my vehicle and heading the opposite way that I knew Spencer would be headed and continued to my favorite bar.

POV Shift

I couldn't believe what had just happened… I really hoped my friendship with Morgan would survive this bump in the road, but I wasn't sure that it would. His words stung, and I still felt the tears running off my face. I knew that I wouldn't sleep tonight.

I slowed my run down; there was no point in running from him anymore. Tomorrow I would call him and clear things up after he had time to cool down.

As I calmed down, I took shaky breaths to calm the tears that still ran down my face. As I walked I realized I should have called JJ or Penelope to drive me home. As I fished my cell phone out of my pocket, I became aware of footsteps behind me and I quickened my pace. I barely made it six steps when I felt strong arms wrap around my upper torso.

"You scream you die." I struggled weakly against my attacker as he dragged me into an alley way, his arm slipped up around my throat and I struggled to draw breath. He slammed me into a concrete wall and knocked the breath out of me.

"What do you want?" I groaned, trying to stand up when he kicked me sharply in the stomach. I let out a sharp cry of pain and he grabbed my hair, pulling me and turning me around to face the wall, slamming me against it again and pressing his weight against me. I could feel the rough concrete scrap my face and again I struggled to breathe. I tried to fight back, kicking my attacker in the groin and trying to run, but he grabbed my ankle and I fell down, hard, hitting my head on the pavement.

"Please!"

"Shut up!" I whimpered as he climbed on top of me, pinning my legs down ad punching me in the face, repeatedly. "I said shut up, you stupid fucking idiot." I closed my eyes tightly as the blows continued to rain down on my face. I raised my hands to protect my face, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it sharply. I could hear the bones snap and I cried out in pain. My attacker growled angrily and dragged me up off the ground again, I couldn't stand and I fell back to the ground, this seemed to anger him even more and he kicked me again in the stomach, I gasped and tried to back away.

"Please! Leave me alone, take whatever you want," I whispered weakly as he continued to kick me. I couldn't remember a time when I had been in more pain. I tried to crawl away, but I didn't get far at all. He grabbed my hair again and I screamed. I couldn't do anything to protect my self, but my hand traveled to my hip and I tried to get a good grip on my gun. Whoever it was saw this, and wrestled it out of my grasp, before throwing me into the wall, I heard something crunch as I hit it again. I looked up from the ground and saw that my own weapon was pointed at my face.

"You really thought you could shoot me Spencer?" his voice was deep and slow, controlled.

"How do you know my name?" I whimpered out, clutching my stomach.

"I know everything about you." He stepped closer and struck the side of my head with my gun. I felt dizzy, and I fought to keep consciousness, "You are weak. This proved it. Get up and fight like a man." I thought of Morgan, and the rest of the BAU team, would they investigate my death? The thought was chilling, and I hoped this didn't cause them any unnecessary pain. I climbed to my feet weakly, and raised my hands feebly. I swung, and missed, and he grabbed my good wrist and twisted my arm behind my back, before shoving me roughly up against the wall again. My head connected with the concrete with another sharp sound. I fell to the ground once more, and lost consciousness for a moment. I could feel my clothes being cut off, and it woke me up. I looked to find my hands bound, handcuffs cutting deeply into my broken wrist. I could feel the cold on every part of my body, and I began to hyperventilate when I realized what the maniac had in store next.

"Please… No…" my voice was weak, and I tried to calm my breathing, reminding myself of my friends, and hoping I could make it to tell them that I loved them again.

"Shut up and enjoy it faggot." I just laid there on the ground, trying to block everything out and disengage. I winced as I could hear a belt buckle being undone. A burning pain shot across my lower back, and I could feel blood trickling down my back. The knife he used to cut my clothes was back in his hand, and he was meticulously dragging it across short distances on my body. It hurt so bad, I couldn't stop the moans of pain. Then it stopped and I could hear the dull thump of clothes hitting the ground. I was dragged up by the handcuffs and pushed against the wall, it wasn't as hard as it had been before, but it was still rough, the cold concrete scrapped numerous parts of my body.

I couldn't block out the pain as He forced himself into me, and it made me more aware. I whimpered continuously, and it just caused him to be rougher, slamming into me so hard that it hurt, and caused me to hit the wall. I suddenly felt that dying would be better compared to this. "You like it don't you?" I shook my head, causing my face to scrape the concrete. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back sharply, while running his hand across my chest, he seemed to be enjoying himself. I started crying again, knowing that after this he would probably kill me. "I'm gonna break you boy." I shook my head again, trying to loosen his hold on my hair but he pulled himself out of me and forced me to the ground, on my knees, still holding my hair. I closed my eyes, fearing the humiliation that came next.

"Bite me, and I'll kill you." I turned my head and shut my mouth, ignoring the pain from him holding my hair. "Open your mouth." I kept my mouth and eyes shut tightly. "I SAID OPEN IT!" He slapped me hard across my face and I gasped, he seized his chance and grabbed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. I could feel the tears rolling off my face, but there was nothing I could do. He forced me to perform oral on him, and held me down for such long periods of time that I couldn't breathe, and I thought I was going to black out. Finally it stopped, and I found myself being dragged up against the wall again.

I wanted so badly for it to stop. But I knew it wouldn't, I'd seen too many cases like this to believe that it would end, and he would just leave me alone. I felt like he was going to pull my hair out as he held my head close to his by my hair. Pain ripped through my lower body.

"Say you like it!" He growled, into my ear. I hit the wall again. "Say you want it." I felt drained emotionally and physically. "Say it's the best you ever fucking had."

"It's the best I ever had." I whispered. His moans made me sick.

"Say you want it!" He yelled in my ear.

"I want it." I sobbed, never in my life had I been so humiliated. He gripped my hair again and slammed my head against the wall. Suddenly, he wasn't in me or near me. I could hear my things being gathered up, pants zipping, and then footsteps pounding the pavement as he ran.

I laid there on the ground, freezing, naked, bleeding, and not knowing what to do. He said he was going to break me, and I couldn't help feeling as he had. I brought my knees up, but I had no strength left in me. I closed my eyes, and every particle of my being screamed for rest. I knew I probably had a concussion, and that I should try and stay awake, but I didn't care. For the first time in my life, I welcomed the darkness, and prayed that I wouldn't wake up.