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As Ben and Joe were about to finish up the inventory, the heavy iron sliding door in the far end of the warehouse opened with a loud creak. Both men froze, spinning around towards the noise. Joe sighed.

"He's early."

"I thought you said he wasn't coming for another hour?" Ben looked at his older partner, annoyance written all over his face.

"Well, he wasn't. But he's here now; better finish up quickly."

The two men put their papers together as footsteps kept closing in behind them. A moment later, they stopped.

"Are you done?" The tall, darkhaired man stood before them as they turned. Clad in a very expensive Armani suit and exclusive looking shades and accompanied by two large men in the near background, there was no mistaking him. Marcus had arrived.

Ben handed over the inventory list to his boss. "Almost."

"What about the 'special cargo'?"

Joe tapped the box containing the frightened agent. "Haven't gotten to it yet. Thought you might want to be here for that one."

"How right you are. Open it up."

Joe and Ben each grabbed a crowbar and began working the lid of the large wooden box.


Reid heard the voices outside the box, but couldn't make out the words. He heard faint clinging noises nearby and suddenly the wood above him began to move in a very unsettling way. Breaking and cracking noises assaulted the young agent's ears and he managed to bring his hands up to cover his ears.

Panic flowed through the young doctor's entire system. He wanted to scream, but he was still too scared to let any sound escape his lips. However, his mouth was wide open in fear of what was going to happen.

What's going on?! What's happening!?

Suddenly, the top broke open and light poured into the crammed compartment. Reid's eyes burned from the sudden flash, and he squinted, trying to focus his sight.

"Get up."

The young doctor tried to localize the source of the voice speaking to him. As his eyes finally stopped burning, he looked up and found himself staring straight down the barrel of a .45.

Shock came over the young man as he flung his hands up over his chest in a protective motion. He tried to talk, but no sound came out.

"I said, get up." Cocking the gun, Joe motioned to Reid to get out of the box.

Slowly and cautiously, the young agent raised himself and climbed out of the wooden confinement he had spent god-knew-how-long in, all the while keeping his hands in front of his chest. Standing in front of the five men, he felt very disoriented.

"Wh-where am I?" The young man was soaked in sweat and his pajama clung to his body like wet paint. Damp strands of hair lay against the skin on his face and over his eyes, but he dared not move his hands to clear his vision.

"Never mind that. What's your name?" Marcus took a few steps towards the young agent, crossing his arms over his chest.

"S-spencer. Spencer Reid."

"Spencer?" The man before him chuckled. "What kind of name is that?"

"Why am I here?" Reid tried cautiously to get some answers from his abductors.

"Just shut up." Turning towards his subordinates, Marcus placed his hands on his hips.

"What the hell are you bringing me? I thought you said it was a man, not an overgrown boyscout!" Pointing a slender finger at Reid, he scowled. "What am I supposed to do with this?

"Well, you said tha..." Ben didn't have the time to finish his sentence before he was interrupted by his superior.

"You said 'man'; I thought 'oh, good – I can sell that'! This isn't a man! This is a stickfigure in wet pajamas!" Marcus was nearly shouting at this time, much enraged by the misleading conversation he had been having with Joe earlier.

Reid froze, staring at the yelling man. Sell? B-but...?

Ben tried to oblige the irritated man. "But, sir; there's gotta be something you can do with him? I mean, he's gotta be worth something to someone?"

Marcus slowly shook his head looking at the frightened man before him, looking very dejected. Sighing, he walked around Reid, giving him an overlook. "Skinny... No muscles..." He poked the young agent here and there as he went along. "No ass to mention... I can't imagine anyone of my clients wanting this gangly freak. Although..."

Hope rose inside Joe and Ben, while sinking inside the terrified young agent.

"There might be this one client... He's been looking for a new plaything. I'll give him a call. You two," Marcus indicated his two goons on the side. "Get him out of those pajamas. I have to see what I'm selling."

At this, Reid panicked. "No! No, leave me alone!" He backed away from the men advancing on him, trying to beat them off with his thin arms.

One of the men took a flailing arm straight over the nose, and retalitated by sending a fist straight into Reid's nose, knocking him to the floor like a ragdoll.

Marcus bolted towards the group. "No, you idiot – you don't hit him! How am I supposed to sell damaged goods?"

"Sorry boss," the attacking man growled as he pulled Reid back onto his feet.

The young agent swayed slightly as the hands tore off his pajama shirt. He could feel the blood flowing from his nose and down over his mouth, dripping onto his naked chest.

Marcus grunted. "Jesus Christ; will you wipe that off him?! He looks like ground beef! I can't send a preview if he looks like that! And take off that ridiculous hat; he looks like Mr. Sandman!"

Reid's head was coming back online as he felt someone wiping his face and chest with a piece of fabric. His face ached as he blinked, focusing his eyes on the man standing a couple of feet in front of him.

The man held a cell phone up in front of him, pointed at the young agent. "Say cheese." A small flash and a click emerged from the phone as the man began fiddling with it.

Reid had no idea what was going on. This whole situation didn't make sense; it was too macabre to be true. Looking around, he saw Morgan's furniture standing around him in something that looked like a large warehouse or storage unit. His mind was still too fuzzy to put two and two together as to how he had ended up in the facility. All he could do was stare in wonder and listen.

Suddenly, there was another creak in the far end of the warehouse, followed by a soft yet somewhat annoyed voice calling out into the cluttered premises. "Dad!"

Marcus groaned as he turned towards the approaching footsteps. "Did I not tell you to wait in the car?"

The young woman walking up to Marcus smiled a wicked smile. "Yes, but when was the last time I listened?" She tilted her head, looking at her father.

"True." Marcus gave in. "I'll be done here in a moment, I'm just gonna make a phone call, then we'll be on our way."

The young woman looked at Reid, eyes completely empty of any emotions at all. She looked at his as if he was an object; a thing on display. "New mechandise?"

"Yeah. Joe and Ben found him."

"Does he have a buyer yet?" The woman walked over to Reid, scrutinizing him.

Reid watched the two discussing him as if he didn't have a mind of his own. The man looked like some sort of business man, in his mid 40's perhaps. Dark hair, expensive clothing, Rolex watch, Italian loafers. This man was very aware of his appearence and whatever his occupation was –apart from selling stolen federal agents– he surely needed to invoke authority upon those he encountered in his line of work.

The woman looked to be in her late teens or early 20's with short blonde hair, wearing a grey suit, also very expensive looking. Looking like business-in-training, Reid assumed she was fully aware of her father's transactions. He began to wonder what number in the line he had been given on being sold on to an unknown buyer.

"Not yet, but I'm calling Marsh right now." Marcus began dialing his phone."

"I want to keep him."

Reid's head snapped up. What?!

"Amanda, why would you want to do that?" Marcus frowned. "Look at him, what could you possibly have him do?"

Amanda took a few steps towards Reid. "He looks smart. Are you smart?"

Reid didn't know what to answer, but he knew from experience that being truthful at a moment like this was always better than lying. "Y-yes."

"See? He can help me with my homework." Turning towards her father she gave him a sweet smile.

"You're 19 years old, Amanda – you should be able to handle your own homework."

The young blonde tilted her head and looked pleadingly at her father. "Can I keep him, please daddy?"

Reid could have sworn he could hear her batting her eyelashes even when her back was against him. Having never felt so humiliated in his life, he just wanted to sink through the floor. Had there not been two loaded guns pointed at him, he would have been running by now.

She's pleading with her father to keep me like I was a stray dog, following her home.

Marcus rolled his eyes and smiled. "You know I can't say no to you, Ami."

"Thank you, daddy!" She gave her father a happy hug, then turned to the two men who had brought Reid to the warehouse. "Collar, please."

Reid flinched. Collar...?

She was handed a strap and a small device, then walked over to the young man, standing before them; nose still bleeding a little. Holding the strap in front of him, smiling. As she tried to reach up to his neck, Reid backed away, avoiding her touch.

Amanda never stopped smiling. "Oh, be a good boy now, and you might get a treat. Come on. That's it. Good boy!" The two goons grabbed the young agent's arms and she managed to get the collar around his neck. There was a small click as the clasp closed, and as he was let go the young man flung his hands up to try and get it off.

"Don't do that. It won't come off, it's locked." Amanda nodded towards the entrance of the warehouse as she began walking. "Come on."

Reid didn't move. He simply stared at the people around him. Fear was no longer an applicable term for the feeling rushing through his body; this was way beyond fear. The young agent was actually hurting in every part of his body from the violent beating of his heart which was sending blood out into his vascular system at an insane speed.

Good God, he thought. Are these people crazy?!

Amanda turned, holding out a small black object pointed at Reid. As she pressed a button on top of it, the device beeped slightly.

The collar burned around his throat like fire. Reid could feel the electricity shoot into his neck, sending his muscles into involuntary spasms. He fell to his knees, holding his neck; the sounds emerging from his throat not qualifying as words. The pain was horrible.

As Amanda let go of the button, the electric current plaguing his body instantly stopped. Reid panted, realizing what had happened.

He had been put in a shock collar. For dogs.

"Come on now, boy." The young blonde took a few steps before turning to her father. "What's its name?"

"Spencer."

She laughed. "Spencer? No, I don't think so. I'll think of a better name for it. Come on!"

Reid rose to his feet; shaking, humiliated, and terrified. He could do nothing but follow the woman outside.

"Don't get blood on my seats, I just had them cleaned!" Marcus called after them. Smiling crookedly, he nodded. "I just can't deny that girl anything."

"She's a very lucky girl, sir", Joe said.

"Since her mom died I just can't stop myself from spoiling her." He sighed and pointed at the crate. "Bring that to the mansion. He's gonna need something to sleep in."

As the men began picking up the box to transport it to Marcus' house, the tall, well dressed man put his shades back on and returned to the car waiting outside.


E/N: The next bit is up to TheLoveThief...