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Spencer slipped into his apartment. Placing his keys on the key hook Garcia had gotten him to stop him from losing them. He let out a heavy sigh. One more day down… who knows how many more to go.
Spencer turned to go to his bedroom when he spotted Rossi sitting in his chair and reading one of his old books.
“Rossi!” Spencer startled, “what are you doing here? How did you get in?”
Rossi glanced up and shrugged, “you gave me keys.”
“Right, Right” Spencer mumbled as he moved to sit in the other chair. He stared at his fidgeting hands, “so, uh, why are you here?”
“I wanted to talk to you.” Rossi’s tone softened, “to be honest I’m worried about you, kid.”
Spencer stiffened, “you don’t have to be… I’m just a little on edge, it’s only been a few months since… you know.”
“I know,” Rossi leaned forward and looked into Spencer’s eyes. “I think it’s more than that. You won’t let anyone touch you, not even JJ or Garcia. You space out during cases… The last case we did, with those men going around raping people. I thought Emily was going to pull you from the case, to be honest.”
Spencer gulped and tried to swallow his tears, looking away from Rossi.
“I’m sorry,” he shakily whispered when he found his voice.
Rossi shook his head sympathetically, “You’re not in trouble Spence, just tell me what happened.”
“I can’t,” Spencer grimaced as he spoke, desperately trying not to cry.
Spencer shook his head and finally let a tear fall, “because saying out loud would make it real,” he murmured.
“It might help,” Rossi said, “if you tell me I might be able to help you.”
Spencer was silent for a while, until he finally began to explain. “When I was in prison, there was this group of guys. They seemed intent on making my life as hard as possible. One day, I was sitting in my cell when they came in. they gagged me and then…” Spencer let out a sob, “They took turns. It went on and on.”
Spencer’s words became increasingly inaudible as he continued to sob until he no longer even tried to speak. It didn't matter though, Rossi understood what happened.
“It’s okay Spence,” Rossi hushed him as he took him into his arms, softly petting the younger man’s curls.
It was a situation Rossi had never imagined himself in. comforting someone as though they were his son. After James’ death, and his divorces he thought he would never have children, never have a son. Certainly not Spencer Reid, the nerdy, quirky, overexcited young man he had met almost ten years ago. Even then he seemed to carry pain with him. But holding him in his arms, he realised that's exactly what he considered Spencer to be. A son.
Spencer’s sobs had finally started to slow and he pulled away.
“Spence, I know you don’t like getting professional help. But I think it might be worth it to consider talking to someone.”
Spencer thought for a moment and surprised Rossi when he responded, “I’ll consider it.”
“Please do Spencer,” Rossi asked, “and know you can always come to me.”
Spencer slightly smiled for what felt like the first time in forever, “thank you Rossi.”
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