Okay, so I'm putting the chapter up without Shinji's review. If there's a mistake: my bad!

Cheesus and Sprinkles

DMSR

Lady Domina was wiping up chunks of food from around Derek's face. She sighed as she finished, his surroundings squeaky clean.

He could have held it in but he wanted her to know just how sick she made him. She was fully naked now, her body hovering over Derek's. She had just penetrated herself with his penis, and he used that opportunity to let himself get sick. Two days. That's how long he's been with her. Too long.

Gerald was now sitting obediently on the settee, his mouth pulled into a frown as he watched his Lady clean up the mess of another man. If he and his accepted submissive partners ever made a mess, she made them clean it up, whether it was theirs or not. But here she was, cleaning his mess with her own, queenly hands. And handing the bucket to him. "Go rinse it out, Gerald." He hesitated in grabbing it.

"Now." She demanded. Her attention turned back to the object of her true affection.

"Sweet, why did you do that? I'm trying so hard to satisfy you and all you want to do is struggle." Her fingers were caressing his cheek and he turned his head as far away from her touch as possible. She growled and stood, literally hopping off the bed. She went to the table behind his head and came back with a gag. "If you try that again, you'll choke on your own vomit. I'm sure a dignified beauty like you doesn't want to go down like that, huh, delectable?"

Derek honestly considered it, his lips cracking against the stretch from the ball gag, but he stopped. She was right, there was no way he was going to go down like that. He'd survived sexual abuse before. He could do it again.

RRRR

When Rebecca walked into the training academy, there was a strange fuss happening. Trainees weren't sulking about having to come in, they were whispering and instructors kept telling them to focus. Rebecca wasn't one for making friends. Unfortunately, this meant her asking someone what was happening resulted in an intake of air and a few strange glances in her direction. After the third attempt on the second day, she sighed and stood, walking to her car with no new knowledge of gossip in her head.

She had just pressed the unlock button on her key ring when a familiar voice called her name. She turned reluctantly, having only spoken to this guy a couple of times in the last few weeks.

"Hey, did you hear?" He asked, his brown hair flipping from one side of his face to the other.

She shook her head. Cravit's eyes went wide and he exhaled. "Dude! Everyone knows, I mean I do because I was supposed to meet with him-" He cut himself short at the look of annoyance on Rebecca's face. "Agent Morgan is missing."

Rebecca's eyebrows immediately met, her mouth falling in a large O. She almost dropped her bag but was able to catch herself just before she let it go. Rebecca had taken a nice interest in Derek Mogan, a romantic one at that. "Wh- how? When?"

Cravit shook his head. "Morning before last. They, the BAU, had a lead but it hit a bump in the road. They won't say anything else but I heard there's some chatter of taking his team off the case. I don't think it'll happen though, they're his best bet."

Rebecca nodded, swishing her blonde pony tail. "Uh… thanks, I guess. Um… see you around?"

Cravit cocked his head to the side. "Sure. I can always use a new friend, rivalry set aside of course." He winked at her and waved, taking his departure at the right time.

Rebecca jumped into her car, flooring it to her home. Before Intern Day, her crush on Derek Morgan was just that, a crush. Until she was lucky enough to become his TA. Then it turned into a little more. When she started to watch him, to follow him in her free moments, then it became obsession. It would figure that the one night she doesn't follow him home, something happens to him. No wonder she hadn't seen him leave the BAU.

She sped home, slamming her house door open, her homemaker mother throwing a worried glance her way. "Becca, dear, are you okay?" She asked as her daughter stormed up the stairs.

A response didn't come until Rebecca came out of her room two and a half hours later. "I'm fine, mom, I just needed to brood." 'Brood' in this case, was pulling out every single picture she had taken of Derek and admire them with tears in her eyes. Said tears spilling when she realized her favorite one was missing, not in her desk or her favorite book or under her pillow or… anywhere!

Rebecca's mother only watched her sadly for a few more seconds before smiling and handing her a box wrapped in a cloth. "Take this to your sister, honey. She probably hasn't eaten in days."

Rebecca scrunched her mouth, pouting towards her mother as she took the box. "Mom, seriously? Domani's almost twenty-nine, I'm pretty sure she can fend for herself."

Her mother gave her a stern look, switching between the parcel and her face.

"Fine," she sighed.

Her sister's door was locked, of course, like it always was. She isolated the key on her ring and put it in the hole, twisting and allowing herself in. The car wasn't in the drive way so she assumed no one was home. There was noise in the kitchen, though, like the sink was running. She walked down the hall and into the kitchen, fully expecting her beautiful big sister.

"Do, mom ma-" She stopped short, her eyes widening at the sight in front of her. "Oh my- cheesus and sprinkles, what the fu-"

Before she had a chance to finish her sentence, the naked black teenager in her sister's kitchen knocked her upside the head with the bucket he was rinsing off. She immediately blacked out, the package in her hand flinging across the room and smashing into the stainless steal fridge before her eyes shut completely.

SRSR

"Hotch," Spencer warned, a slight temper in his voice.

"Reid," Hotch returned, his arms crossed and his eyes watching the genius carefully.

"Hotchner."

Oh, that was it. "Go. Sit in the SUV. You heard me," he demanded when the agent tried to argue. "I won't say it again."

Surprisingly, Spencer stayed, his eyes set on the doors behind his superiors head. "I'll leave," he ground out, his tone dangerously close to death. "When we interview… the victim."

And to everyone else's surprise, Aaron nodded. He stepped aside, allowing Spencer in first and following after him, stopping his team with a look. The entire team, all but Reid and Garcia, had tried to get the man to talk. He wouldn't, or he would and it would be about his Lady, his master, his reason for living.

Brian Crenshaw was awake, his eyes widening at the sight of Reid and Hotch. He shook his head, seeing their guns belts and the nurse next to him sighed. "I don't approve of this."

"You don't have to," Spencer spat. He came to the edge of the bed and glared at the young man who almost looked like Derek, only in the fact that he was mixed and bald. "Brian," He started. "You… were with someone." He thought it better not to say kidnapped since these boys were doing whatever it was she wanted.

He nodded, a suspicious look in his eyes.

"And I don't mean Terry Jeffries."

Hotch watched the eyes of Crenshaw narrow behind his oxygen mask.

"You were with… a woman, correct?" Spencer was still standing by the bed, the nurse jutting herself in the way so he couldn't get closer.

"She's more than a woman," he started, breathing in deep. Hotch widened his eyes in surprise at his voice. "She's a goddess. The only goddess. What she says goes. She loves me. She owns me. I'm hers."

Spencer quirked an eyebrow, a dark smile coming over her face. "She does? Or she did? She's not here now, is she? To make sure her Brian is okay."

Brian scoffed, his head turning towards the window and away from Spencer. "She doesn't need to care. She just needs to own. She knows I'll always be hers, no matter where I am."

The brunette almost snarled. Hotch stepped in. "Tell me, Mr. Crenshaw, does your 'goddess' have blonde hair?"

"The fairest!" Brian almost yelled, his handcuffed wrists jingling with the force. "The most perfect."

"And…what do you do together?"

The mixed boy looked over to Hotch, his voice euphoric. "We play. Lady Domina loves to play."

Spencer squinted his eyes, patting Hotch's arm. He seemed to be calmer now, so Hotch gave him the reins again. "And you… were tied up?"

Brian smirked. "Only when she wanted me to be."

The nurse gave a questioning look, checking the track marks on the boys arm. She shook her head at them and rose as she checked something on her chart, leaving the room to the agents and 'the victim'. "Could you… tell us where she is?"

Brian turned from Spencer and the room was silent. They stood for a few minutes before Hotch indicated to Reid that they should leave.

Rossi was on the phone when they closed the door behind themselves. "Alright, Garcia, thanks."

"What's the update?" Hotch questioned, adjusting his tie.

"The plates are dead. No dice."

Spencer clicked his tongue and walked away from the team, who eventually trickled after him. Not before exchanging confused and concerned voices. Spencer's behavior had been quite erratic over the last few days, angry and irritated, even mean. When Prentiss had asked if he wanted a coffee this morning he actually mumbled 'Fuck off' under his breath. His patience was running thin and if something didn't click soon, he was going to pull his gun on someone. Preferably Brian Crenshaw.

Wow now. What the hell is happening?!