I woke to someone shaking my shoulders and calling my name. Disoriented, I tried to remember where I was. When I didn't answer fast enough he pulled me from the bed and onto the floor. That pulled me from my stupor and I glared at him. I was about to ask what he was doing when he slapped me; this brought all my memories of the last two days came rushing back to me.

"When I tell you to do something, then you do it." I just nodded no idea how to respond but Rossi seamed to accept it. "Now let's have breakfast."

"Breakfast?" The last thing I remembered was him going to get dinner.

"Yes, breakfast. You were sleeping when I came back with dinner and I decided to let you sleep. Now come to the table and eat, you must be starving." I tried to stand but was too weak from the lack of food. Rossi started looking impatient so I started trying harder to stand but I couldn't force my legs to support my weight. Rossi started walking toward me and I tensed, waiting for him to drag me to the table. He grabbed my arms, but not with the bruising force I had come to expect, and he led me to the table and pulled out my chair so I could sit down. Collapsing in the chair I wasn't surprised that it was just as luxurious as the other items in the room; looking down at the plate Rossi had just placed in front of me. It was a bowl of clam chowder−−one of my favorite foods. I glanced up, and then grabbed a spoon when my gaze met his expected glare. Firmly locking my eyes on the food I started to raise the chowder to my mouth; after two days without food or water this meal will probably make me throw up. So, I focus all my attention on making sure the food stays down. As focused as I was on my food I didn't realize Rossi was moving 'till I felt his hand connect with my hand. Settling back down I kept my eyes on Rossi, leaning away slightly. Rossi stood and walked over to my chair and pushed my chair back into its original position. Then he sat down and firmly grabbed my hand again; I picked up my spoon and tried to force myself to eat but I couldn't eat another bite. Rossi just pushed the mostly full bowl away and pulled my chair closer.

"Okay Spencer. Time our talk. As I'm sure you noticed all of the items in your closet are your own clothes. I've already packed up your stuff and sold your apartment. Don't look at me like that Spencer. All of your stuff is still safe. I even saved all the research you so carelessly gave away."

"It wasn't careless. I didn't need it anymore. You made sure I could never work in law enforcement again."

"I had to do that Spencer. You weren't safe at your job. Constantly getting hurt, never taking proper care of yourself. And the others, your so called family didn't care for you. Not like I will. I love you Spencer, I want to make sure your safe." Rossi leaned in and pressed his lips on mine. I tried to move away but he held my head in place. By the time the older man was done my lungs were burning from lack of oxygen.

I leaned back and looked into Rossi's lust blackened eyes before ducking my head. "You have to let me go Rossi. I have to take care of my mother and get a job and move on from the BAU." The slap hit me with so much force I was knocked to the ground.

"Spencer. You're not going anywhere. This is your home now with me. Now let's discuss how things are going to work." "This has the opportunity to be very pleasurable for both of us. I'll be good to you Spencer. All you have to do is obey."

"Obey?"

"Really Spencer. It's not that difficult. Do as I say and you'll be set for life. I'll even pay for your mother's facility."

"My mother. Rossi could I write to my mom. I usually send a letter everyday she has to be worried."

"Spencer. You're a smart guy. Surely you don't think I'm stupid enough to send a letter. You could use that to escape from me."

Spencer started trembling. "I won't. Like you said I'm a smart guy. I can see that this arrangement could be so much worse. Beside my mother is a paranoid schizophrenic no one will believe her anyway. But she has to be getting worried. The only time she doesn't receive a letter from me was when I was injured severely or kidnapped. I just don't want to worry her."

"Okay. You can send the letters but I read them first."Spencer nodded.

"Good. Now I'm going to be gone most of the day. When I'm at work you are going to be locked in your room. When I'm home you can move about the kitchen, library and any room I happen to be in."

"Will I be allowed to bring library books into my room?"

"No. Moving on. I expect you to be up and dressed when I come for breakfast and for us to have a civil conversation when we are together. Understood?"

"Yes"

Rossi smiled and wrapped his arm around Spencer, ignoring his flinch. "See we are getting along already. Come on I'll show you the library and kitchen and we'll have lunch. I was thinking omelets since we had lunch for breakfast."

"Sounds good Rossi."

Rossi grabbed Spencer's chin and turned his face toward his "Call me Dave" and pulled him into a kiss."Let's go to the library."

"Yes Dave"