Agent Morgan and Agent Reid have been missing for three years; three long and horrible years. While the team still holds out hope they're alive, they know that the grim reality is that their friends may well be dead. On the three year anniversary of their abduction, Gideon gets a call that leads him to believe the boys may be alive after all. But will they find them before the unsubs strike?
A/N: TW for story: Abuse, torture, rape, human trafficking. Not all in this chapter but all will be mentioned at some point - may or may not be in detail. You have been warned.
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Three years. Three years ago today, he and Reid had been abducted. It was hard to believe that they were still alive. But they were. He smiled softly at Reid, who smiled softly back. Morgan turned back to facing the wall before throwing down his cards. "I've got jack," he muttered.
"Me too," Reid added, throwing his down before looking at the boy sitting next to them. The boy was seventeen, the youngest male escort there. "What about you?" he asked, nodding towards the boy.
"One ace, no matches." The boy threw down the cards. "They're going to be busy tonight," he muttered, rubbing his hands over the name on his arm that read Jason. It was the boy's own name. Morgan and Reid had identical brands, but theirs read their street names.
Morgan sighed before patting him awkwardly on the back. "I know, kid. I know."
Reid sighed, "Yeah..." he looked out at the window. Morgan and Reid had been abducted three years ago, and had been auctioned off on an auction block that specialized in finding "unique human beings." The team had done their best to find them, Morgan and Reid knew, but the unsubs were part of a group that were criminal masterminds.
The group operated around the world, kidnapping individuals - people - who stood out in anyway. Not all at once; just one here and there. They couldn't be obvious. They would hunt the people down, and they would then catch them and sell them to high profit for a bidder. Bidders, of course, could do whatever they wanted with the victim, and most times the things they requested, were, well, rather unsavory.
Reid and Morgan had sold as a pair, and the fact that they were profilers who worked for the FBI hadn't gone unnoticed. While a large few people seemed disinterested, one group won - obviously. Reid and Morgan were sold for $750,000 to a pair of criminals who operated a brothel in the Red Light District in Amsterdam. The brothel claimed having two 'tough-as-nails' people would bring more people to their brothel. Unluckily for Reid and Morgan, they were right.
The brothel they were at operated two unique operations. First, they presented as a semi-legal brothel to customers and clients. The clients were routinely inspected, and many were moved up to what were considered Level Two Clients. Level Two clients were the slightly more - okay, very much more - sadistic bastards that Morgan and Reid got to deal with. The requests that these men made were illegal, but the brothel, already dabbling in illegal activities, didn't care.
For a slight fee of $50,000 monthly, you could have your pick of whatever slave you wanted anytime you wanted to visit the brothel. Many of these wanted someone beyond your average run of the mill brothel boy or girl - they wanted someone special.
These were the people Morgan and Reid got to deal with. Morgan ran a hand over his hand absentmindedly. His knuckles were still sore from his last night's client, who had taken great pleasure in trying to remove his fingerprints. He sighed, wishing that he and Reid could escape; that their friends were still alive. He shook off his thoughts and glanced at the boy sitting next to him.
The boy they were sitting with was seventeen and he handled mostly Tier One Clients. Morgan knew they'd be in his shoes if not for the fact that the man still didn't trust them after three years.
It was probably best the individual didn't trust them. The only reason that Morgan and Reid were compliant now - well, there were a few reasons. Firstly, the person running this thing had their passports and all identification. Secondly, the systematic wear and tear on them had really worn them down - they couldn't keep resisting.
And finally, because the individual running the ring had killed the entire team. All because Morgan refused to obey with one of the man's orders and handcuff himself.
Flashback - Two Months into abduction, June 1st, 2010
"Handcuff yourself," the man ordered Morgan. Morgan looked at him, swallowed and shook his head no. Reid ordered his affirmation of Morgan's decision. They'd been trying to test the unsub for any sign of weakness. They wanted out.
It had been a long time since the auction block, and Morgan and Reid were still kept mostly in the dark. They had no idea why the unsub had gotten them. The first month they'd been sold and they'd been living with this man for a month.
Morgan shook his head again as the unsub threw the handcuffs at him. "I said put them on, Morgan."
Morgan swallowed, "No." It was the first time he'd resisted the unsub since Reid's beating a week earlier.
"Either put them on or I'll kill your team."
Morgan swallowed and looked at Reid, not knowing what to do at all. When Morgan didn't immediately comply, the man shrugged and slammed the door.
"I feel like we've won the battle and lost the war," Reid remarked.
That had been over two and a half years ago, and since then Reid and Morgan's life had been nothing short of a living hell. They'd had proof the team had been murdered - or at least very good faked video footage. Since then they'd been bounced around from brothel to brothel, and flaunted as special agents that would do anyone's bidding.
Morgan had grown used to it somewhat. He didn't like it; he never would, escorting and rough sex had never been his ideal of a good time. When said sex was forced, that did not help either. Reid hadn't really gotten used to it, but he'd endured just as Morgan had.
"Three year anniversary today," Reid whispered. It was the three year anniversary of their abduction. Morgan was honestly surprised the two of them were still alive. While they couldn't fix what happened for their team, all they could do was live through their memory and make sure nobody else got hurt.
THE ELEVATOR DINGED as Hotch came into the bullpen. "JJ, Garcia, Prentiss, pack your bags and get your passports."
"Passports?" JJ asked, grabbing hers and looking at it. "Um, Hotch?"
"We got a lead on Derek and Morgan. Agents Zen and Rilke will be here and handle things in the states until further notice."
Garcia came running, her passport and purse clutched in her hand. "He's lucky I even brought it to work today," she muttered before grabbing her too-go bag.
Minutes later they were in the plane. "So what do we know?" Prentiss asked as Hotch grabbed a cup of coffee.
"They took this picture of Morgan at a brothel in Amsterdam," Gideon said. "An undercover came in, requested a special client. Took him a few tries, but he finally got one. Tells Morgan he's into 'specialties' and starts snapping pictures. Gets them, runs them through whatever thing - and calls me. Naturally, I alerted the rest of you. The tricky part here is, we can't just raid this thing right away - we need to figure out where Reid is, if Reid's still alive, and why Morgan of all people is being compliant."
"I mean it has been three years," Prentiss remarked. "People change - but you're right..." she added hastily, seeing the frown form on Garcia's face.
"Right, it's been three years. You know how human traffickers work: they beat down people's will and force them to be compliant. We also need to figure out what they're holding over Morgan and what's really going on. If they've kidnapped two FBI agents, it's likely other things are involved too."
Garcia sighed as she sat down. "I just hope Reid's alive," she muttered.
Murmurs of agreements came from across the room.
Alright, folks, so hope you enjoyed. Goal is to update this this weekend. If you liked it, let me know; this is my first time publishing on this acct.
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