I Think I'm Alone Now (Criminal Minds/ Umbrella Academy Crossover)

Chapter 2: Not the shocker!

Morgan was sitting on the couch across from the hospital bed where the young boy was sleeping. Spencer, true to his word had not let go of the boys hand. He had placed him in the bed successfully without waking him up so that the boy could sleep better shortly after he fell asleep. Morgan smirked when Spencer's leg started bouncing and he could tell that Spencer needed to use the bathroom. Plus while the boy had slept through the night and into the day due to how long he had gone without sleep, well Spencer wasn't as lucky. Every time Spencer had tried to let go of his hand the boy would start to wake up, or having some type of nightmare. But Morgan knew that Spencer was happy to hold the boys hand and bring him any kind of comfort. Morgan stood up and walked over to Spencer. "I'll take his hand. You go use the bathroom and get some rest." The man said patting Spencer's shoulder. The genius nodded, to tired to really put up any type of fight and let go of the boys hand. Even in his sleep the boys face twisted into a look of fear, until Morgan took the seat that Spencer had been sitting in and took the small hand into his own. "It's almost lunch time, we should probably wake him up soon. So that he can eat and not mess up his sleeping schedule." Spencer said thoughtfully before excusing himself to the bathroom. 'Yea, and we need to ask the boy more questions. If there are more kids in the same circumstances that he was in we needed to find the person responsible as fast as possible.' My phone started ringing and I picked it up quickly before the sudden sound could wake the boy up.

"Hey, how is Number 4 doing?" Prentiss asked as I answered the phone.

"Still sleeping, but Spencer wants to wake him up soon so he wont mess up his sleep schedule and to get him to eat." I whispered.

"At least he is sleeping. Rossi and I weren't able to find anything from the scene where Number 4 was found. And Garcia is even coming up empty on foster kids. The boy and the other kids may have been taken from some foster homes or bought from some kind of black market or sex trafficking situation."  Prentiss said, the sadness in her voice couldn't be missed.

"We plan on questioning the boy more as we establish a better relationship. But whatever happened to him messed him up pretty bad. JJ is coming right?" I said, holding the boys hand tightly.

"Yea, Hotch hopes the boy may be more open with a woman. Not that you all aren't doing great, but it's worth a shot to get him talking more. We will find who did this to him. And we will help those other kids too." Prentiss said.

"I sure hope so. Spencer or I will call with any updates." I said before hanging up the phone. 

 Spencer came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, leaning on my back and resting his chin on top of my head. "How are you doing?" He asked me. I let out a heavy sigh. "I'm not sure. This is a tough one." I said holding the boys hand. "Which will make it all the better when we catch the guy who did this and get the other kids out." Spencer said, before covering his mouth with his hand. I heard him yawn and I smirked. "We wont be able to do that if our resident genius's brain is only working at 1/2 capacity."  I said gesturing to the couch. "Just a short nap, I'll wake you up when we wake the boy up." Spencer nodded and gave me a quick kiss before walking over to the couch. He lay down and I watched him as his breathing slowed, and once I was sure he was sleeping I looked back to the boy. Even in his sleep he looked so ...haunted.

-Klaus Pov-

I felt something shaking me, pulling me away from sleep and I groaned. Something felt different. I sat up and opened my eyes slowly. "There you are boy wonder. Sorry to wake you, but you need to eat something." I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and saw the FBI person sitting beside me in the bed. I looked down in confusion as the covers were laying over me. The people must not be mad at me for sleeping on the bed if they hadn't done anything to me yet. I had never slept in a bed before, no wonder dad and mom had these. I kicked the covers off of me and got on my hands and knees, pushing down on the mattress. It was bouncier than I had expected a bed to be. Ben and Diego would love this! I looked up and saw Morgan watching me, and he had a frown on his face. Like he was really sad. I tilted my head in confusion and sat criss-cross on the bed. Not sure of what I was supposed to do next, and I didn't want to get punished for doing something I wasn't supposed too. I looked around the room and saw Spencer sleeping on the couch. "He wanted me to wake him up when you woke up, but he needs to catch up on some sleep. So we're gonna let him rest a bit longer." Morgan said. I nodded and watched as the door to the hospital room opened. I sat up on my knees, getting into a fight position the best that I could on the bouncy bed. 'Always be ready to fight! Do not be caught off guard!' Dad's words rang through my brain. "Hey, it's okay. This is another FBI agent. Her name is JJ. She is here to protect you too. Just like Spencer and I are." Morgan said resting his hand on my back. I felt my muscles relax as he rubbed my back and I slowly sat back down. I looked at the woman who was carrying some boxes and she looked a lot like mom. Her blonde hair, and her eyes were the same too. "Hey buddy, why are you crying?" Morgan asked. I touched my face, and yea. I was crying. I quickly wiped the tears away. Before anyone got mad. I felt the bed dip and I scooted away from the lady who had come in. "Hey, it's okay to cry. We don't mind." She said sitting one of the boxes on the bed. "This is for you. Doctor approved and everything so you can eat it all." She said opening the box. I slowly leaned over so I could look inside, and saw food. I didn't take the food. Knowing the rules. They were trying to trick me, this lady wanted to punish me so she was trying to get me to break the rules. "You can have it buddy. See here." JJ said pushing the box closer to me. I didn't touch it, but I watched as Morgan wordlessly took another box full of food and started eating. JJ did the same, and they both looked at me as they ate. It was only when they had each taken a few bites that I took the food and started eating as well. "Are there rules about how you eat?" Morgan asked. I nodded as I took another bite, and missed the glances that JJ and Morgan shared. "Are there a lot of rules at the place you were before?" JJ asked. I nodded. It was quite as we ate. 'I wonder what the others are doing today? I wonder if they miss me?' I suddenly wasn't hungry, and I pushed the rest of the food away. "Are you full?" JJ asked as she looked over how much food I ate. Would she be mad if I said no? Or would she be mad if I said yes? Mom never got mad at us, but she enforced dads rules. Would JJ do that too? "Hey breath okay. You don't have to worry. It's okay." Morgan said rubbing my back again. I realized that I wasn't breathing and I took a deep breath. My heart felt like it was beating in my ears. I closed my eyes so I could focus on breathing, and when I opened my eyes JJ was gone. But Spencer was awake and sitting where she had been. "JJ went to talk on the phone. Does she remind you of someone?" Morgan asked. I looked between the two FBI agents. I nodded and they didn't seem mad at my answer. "Who does she remind you of?" Spencer asked. I looked down at my hands. I didn't know if this was a test, was I allowed to talk? Or if I did would they punish me? "Look at me okay 4?" I looked up to Morgan and he still had his hand on my back, it felt like a protection blanket covering me. "You don't have to have permission to talk here okay? You wont get in trouble for saying anything. We just want to help you. You can talk, and we wont be mad." my palms felt sweaty as Spencer and Morgan waited in the silence. I bit on one of my nails nervously. "JJ, looks like mom." I said, my voice barley above a whisper. "Mom would always fix us when we got hurt during training. And she would always get me after special training was over...she almost never punished. Unless dad told her to." I said, my arms were shaking. I had never told anyone this. There was never anyone to tell.