When the coffee was gone, Hotch took the tray and he, Rossi and Carl left the room once again to go talk somewhere else. Morgan took the list again, looking at the next name.

"The next on the list is Kip Thomas?"

"Kip Thomas was a junior ad exec ad the firm I worked for. He came on to me and I was stupid enough to actually fuck him, twice. He then asked me to recommend him for a promotion and when I told him he wasn't ready, he said that since we were both queer, we had to support and help each other. When I still refused, he accused me of sexual harassment.

He dropped the suit, but his name was mud in advertising, at least in Pittsburgh, afterwards and I heard he moved out of town."

"Why did he drop the suit; do you know?"

Morgan was looking at Brian, but he did see the wince on Justin's face.

"I really have no idea; my lawyer and I showed up for a meeting and my boss just told me the suit had been dropped, no explanations."

"I'm afraid I can explain what happened. Just promise me you'll help stop Brian before he kills me."

Justin looked sheepish and Brian's head whipped around to look at him.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Justin took a deep breath and steeled himself for the inevitable blow-up at what he was about to say.

"I was at Deb's when Michael told her and Vic what had happened. I told Michael he had to do something, but he just said that there wasn't anything anybody could do. I had absolutely no doubt that you had never sexually harassed him, and I would have known that even if I hadn't seen him that day he came to the loft to do some work. I saw him at Woody's that same night and I propositioned him. At first, he turned me down, but I can be persuasive, so he finally took me back to his house.

He was on his knees in front of me, my dick in his mouth, when I told him we had to hurry since I had a curfew. He was shocked that I was still living at home and asked me how old I was. I told him I was seventeen and that my father was psycho. I said that he had my last boyfriend put in jail for statutory rape. He asked me how my father would know and I told him he couldn't possibly, unless I told him, and I wouldn't tell him as long as he dropped the charges against you."

Brian was looking at him incredulously, and JJ, Prentiss, Reid and Morgan had shock written all over their faces.

"You blackmailed him, and now you are admitting it in front of a room full of FBI agents? Have you completely lost your mind?"

Brian roared the last part and pushed his chair back violently to go pace around the room.

"Hey, the statute of limitations is way over; besides, he really wouldn't have had a very good case, the age of consent in Pennsylvania is sixteen, you know that. The fact that Kip was too stupid to know, or even find out about that, is not my fault. Besides, it worked, didn't it? He dropped the charge and you got to keep your job. Look, I know it was stupid, ok, but I was seventeen and madly in love with you; there was very little I wouldn't have done for you."

He shrugged and Brian turned sharply to shoot him a heated glare.

"I would never fucking have let you do that if I had known what you were doing."

"I fucking know that, but it's not like any of your other friends were willing to help you. Deb and Vic even suggested that you had brought it on yourself. Not even your very best friend in the whole world was willing to do anything to help. I had to do something; I couldn't let you lose your job because of that sniveling little weasel."

Brian stopped pacing and pulled Justin out of his chair and into his arms. He held him for a while before letting go and plopping back down in his own chair.

"Could Justin get into trouble over this?"

Morgan shook his head at the question.

"No, he's right, the statute of limitations on something like this is over and he wouldn't have had a case anyway. He wasn't really blackmailing him, more coercing him. Chances are we would have found out during the interview with Kip Thomas anyway, and it's a lot better that we know about it beforehand; that way, he can't catch us off guard with it."

Brian nodded, relieved, and looked at Justin, who had taken his seat again, too.

"You really are a twat, Sunshine, you know that, right?"

Justin smiled brightly at him and nodded his head. "I know, but I'm your twat."

Brian leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss before sitting back. JJ and Prentiss looked like they were about to coo over the nickname, so Morgan decided to hurry things along.

"Shall we continue; not that I'm particularly eager to hear what other skeletons might get pulled out of the closet."

The four remaining agents in the room couldn't help smiling a little at the exasperated tone and the eye roll Brian did as he said that.

"The next on your list is Chris Hobbs."

Both Brian and Justin tensed and reached for each other. They even went as far as to move their chairs closer together. This was the worst one to talk about, the one that still scared them both, not him per say, more the memory of what he had done.

"Chris Hobbs was a classmate of mine in high school. After I had met Brian and become sure that I was gay, he and I had a little encounter in the equipment room at school. He was talking about some of the girls and what they were willing to do, while I gave him a hand job. After that, he became very hostile towards me, he never missed an opportunity to push me into lockers or down stairs; he taunted me verbally and all in all made my senior year very unpleasant.

To make a long story a little shorter, Brian had shown up at my senior prom, we had one dance and one kiss on the dance floor before I walked him back to his Jeep. I was leaving to go back to my date, my best friend Daphne, when I heard Brian call out my name; when I turned around, I didn't have time to react before Chris hit me in the head with a baseball bat.

I was in surgery for three days, in a coma for two weeks and then in rehab for six weeks after that."

The four agents in the room were staring at him with horror.

"Shit, that's awful, man, but how could that make him hate you; I would think it was the other way around."

"Yeah, well, I was too far away to stop him from hitting Justin, but when I got there, I took the bat and hit him in the knees. He was a football player and the injury I caused lost him the ability to ever play football again, he lost his scholarship and he is now working in construction, not the career he had hoped for, I'm sure."

Morgan nodded and JJ smiled at him.

"Good for you. I hope the fucker landed in jail for a good long while too."

"Nope, he got 500 hours of community service. The judge felt he had been unfairly provoked by having to witness the horrible sight of two men dancing and kissing. Besides, he was drunk, which apparently excused him, too, despite the fact he was only eighteen and therefore not legally allowed to drink at the time. Oh, and the really wonderful part is he had to do his community service at an AIDS hospice."

They all gaped at that but quickly found their composure again.

"Let's move on, please, none of us really like to talk about what happened back then."

Justin was still holding on to Brian's hand and they could all see how affected he was by the whole thing.

"Ok, the next one is Joan Kinney, is she a relative of yours?"

Morgan looked at Brian, who nodded.

"She's my mother, well, no; she's the woman who gave birth to me. She is very religious and quite convinced I'm going straight to hell and bringing the poor lad with me."

JJ sent him a sympathetic look and the rest of them looked disgusted with a parent acting like that; they had had the same looks when they heard about Justin's father.

"Ok, no need to get into more detail on that; it seems pretty cut and dry."

Morgan wanted to get through this uncomfortable subject as quickly as possible.

"The next on the list is Gary Sapperstein. Who is he?"

"The Sap is the former owner of Babylon. After the bashing, I had a lot of problems and on top of it all my father refused to pay for college, both because I am gay and because I refused to go to Dartmouth like he wanted me to. I didn't want to take money from Brian, despite the fact that he offered; I didn't want to be a burden or be even more dependent on him than I already was. I took a job as a go-go boy at Babylon, but my schoolwork started to suffer; plus, Brian wasn't exactly thrilled with it."

Brian rolled his eyes at that remark.

"One weekend, the Sap agreed to let me have a day off in exchange for going to an after party at his place, as decoration, he called it. When I got there, the party was in full swing and the Sap told me to take off my shirt; I wasn't comfortable with that, but he told me I was there as decoration and if I didn't do as he asked, I was fired. I took it off and walked around for a while. A little later, he offered me a drink and a toke on a joint; I accepted both, but too late I realized that one or both were laced with something. He guided me to a room where he had two slings; in one of them the other go-go dancer was getting thoroughly raped by several men. He was so far gone that he didn't even react. The Sap knelt down to undo my pants to get me in the other sling, but I still had enough of my faculties that I kneed him in the mouth and got away."

Both Brian and the agents looked positively horrified at that, and then Brian's expression changed to one of pure rage.

"That fucking bastard; I knew something was wrong when I came home that morning, but you accepted the money from me and I didn't want to rock the boat, probably didn't want to know, anyway. I'm going to fucking kill him."

"What's the point; it was a lot of years ago. Besides, he went to jail for tax evasion and you own his club."

Justin put a hand on Brian's arm to calm him down and it looked like it helped.

"He lost two teeth that night and I have an idea that he might not be too happy with me because of that."

"No, he probably isn't, but if he's in jail, he couldn't have done this."

Morgan pointed to the bulletin board and the pictures of the victims.

"He came out about a year ago, or so I heard; I haven't actually seen him,"

Justin told them, and Morgan nodded in understanding. He felt another break might be in order; he could tell that this story had gotten to Brian and they might need a little time; besides, he really needed to use the bathroom.

"We'll take a little break before we move on to the next on the list. Where can I find a bathroom?"

"Oh, sorry, I should have told you that when I showed you where you were going to work. It's at the end of the hall to the left."

"Thanks, I'll be right back."

Once Morgan had left, Brian and Justin stood up and went to the window; they stood with their backs to the room and with an arm around each other, looking out.