A/N: So, while this looks like it'll be the end of the Reid whump, it most certainly isn't! :D Also thanks for all the commentary. I forgot to add in the last chapter that there will be quite a few more chapters, even though it looks like it's winding down - so hold onto your hats for the plot twist coming next chapter.
A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes. - Charles Spurgeon
Morgan closed his eyes and nodded; he'd have to do whatever the man asked if he wanted to save Reid. He swallowed and nodded his consent. The man sighed, "This won't do; we can't have you looking like this… Look, just call Hotchner. Tell him to back off."
Morgan swallowed, "Alternatively, he's also worried about Reid-"
"I don't give a fuck about Reid," the man said. "Look, if we kill you - he'd back off then, right?"
"That won't work like that," Morgan said, his throat tightening. "You want Hotch to back off, right?"
"Yes," the man nodded. Morgan resisted the urge to roll his eyes; Michael was really starting to piss him off.
"You need to show him that I want to work here," Morgan said, resisting the urge to punch the man in the face, gag, and roll his eyes. "You need to show him that I believe in the company, that I'm complaint, that I like my shifts, that I do good work. That I'm a good escort, and that this is my life now."
"You think if we give him Reid, he'd back off?"
Morgan nodded, "Without a doubt-"
The man slapped Morgan so hard Morgan recoiled a bit. "S-sir-"
"Yes, yes, this might work." The man smiled as he grabbed at Morgan. "We are going to give them Reid."
Thank fucking God.
"Buuuut," the man said, "We'll deal with that later. We'll give him back for now if you agree to take on his debt."
"Deal," Morgan said without even thinking twice.
Reid and Robin stood up at the man's command, following him out of the room. "Reid and Robin," the man said, "Your services with The Company have been terminated."
"Terminated?" Reid asked, honestly worried for a second that terminated meant death.
"Yes. Here are your passports. You're free to go. We'll drop you off at the hotel where your friends are staying. Follow us."
"What about Agent Mo-"
"SILENCE!" the man said, hitting Reid with the but of the gun. Reid raised his hands but wasn't fast enough to stop himself from falling down. The man grabbed him and hit him with the belt ten times.
"Just a reminder of why you should be glad you're the one going," he snarled.
"Y-yes, sir." Reid and Robin followed him out, with Reid's mind working a thousand miles a minute as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on. As he passed through the hallway, he saw Morgan sitting there. He started to say something but stopped himself.
Morgan was sitting with Sleezebag, their unofficial nickname for the lawyer. Morgan swallowed and looked at Reid before turning back to the lawyer. Reid closed his eyes wondering what exactly Morgan had sacrificed for him to go free - if that's what was even happening.
"What's going on?" Reid asked again, hoping he wouldn't be hit this time.
"Agent Morgan has agreed to take on Reid's and Robin's debt, so you're free to go," the man said. "Let's go. NOW!" he ordered, grabbing them and dragging them out the door.
Morgan closed his eyes, he hadn't even got to say goodbye. Not that it mattered, he hoped to see Reid soon. He forced himself to turn his attention back to the lawyer.
Morgan sighed as he slowly read the contract that he prayed to God was fucking bullshit. The contract read:
I, Derek Morgan, owe the brothel $450,000 in return for the relinquishment of Spencer Reid's debt of $200,000 and Robin M's debt of $50,000. I also agree to work off my debt of $200,000.
With a bated breath he signed the papers, relieved that at least the debt wasn't really real and that he wouldn't have to pay it once he got the hell out of Dodge. And by Dodge he meant Amsterdam. The man went to his desk to file them and Morgan drummed his fingers on the desk as the brothel door dinged.
Michael closed the door and smiled at Morgan as the others left. "We're going to kill Reid."
Morgan closed his eyes and let out a frustrated breath. "No, you aren't. He's worth more to you alive than dead. He's the only reason I listen to you-"
"No," Michael said, getting up in Morgan's face, "You listen to me because I own you. Got it?"
Morgan rolled his eyes. "You aren't a good profiler."
Michael whirled around and grabbed Morgan, slamming him back into the wall. "That's because my job is a brothel owner and not a profiler. Your job isn't a profiler either, so piss off, understand? Your job is to serve clients, understand?"
"What do you think I've been doing for three years?" Morgan muttered under his breath.
"Two and a half," Michael retorted as he sat down. "By the way, you owe me a favor."
"Your definition of a favor is me sleeping with someone, which technically is not the correct definition of a favor. The correct definition of a favor is-"
Michael stuck his gun in his face and Morgan raised his hands, slowly kicking the chair and standing up. "Apologies."
Sleezebag Lawyer came over to the table. "Ready to fulfill the favor?"
"...Oh hell no," Morgan said. "You're for Tier 3 clients only - and I don't serve Tier 3s."
"You do now," Sleezebag said, grabbing him by his hand, "or I will go and call and tell them to kill Reid."
Morgan sighed and closed his eyes before following the man. Reid, I'm counting on you. He barely got a chance to blink before realizing the lawyer was up in his face again. The lawyer smiled at Morgan, and his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. As he moved to put his hand on Morgan's neck, Morgan had to force himself to stay in hopes the lawyer wouldn't retaliate against Reid.
"Morgan…." he whispered.
"Yes?" Morgan asked, turning around to face him. Morgan took a step back, not removing the man's hand even though he wanted to break it in two.
"I believe you owe me something," the man said as he crossed his arms. Morgan crossed his in return, looking the lawyer in the eye. The lawyer didn't intimidate him much, just pissed him off. He took in a breath. He already knew that the man wanted to sleep with him, and didn't get why he was beating around the bush about it.
"I owe you something, sir?" Morgan asked even as he tried to edge out of the room. He wanted to go downstairs and sleep but couldn't get away from the asshole lawyer.
"Yes, for doing the contract. Don't you agree there should be some sort of fee? For doing the contract? I mean, I did come out of here all the way in the middle of the night," the lawyer said as he moved closer to Morgan.
Morgan groaned, he had an idea of what the favor was and he didn't want to be bothered to do it. Nor did he want to do that again. "Now? In the middle of the night?"
"Yeah, I mean, I redid your contract in the middle of the night so it really equals out," the man said as he grabbed Morgan's arm and grabbed the nearest container he could. "Sit, Morgan."
Morgan bristled at the man's abrupt touch. "Um, no."
"That wasn't an option!" the man said, grabbing Morgan by the arm even as Morgan tried to pull away. "Look, they haven't dropped off Reid yet. Do you want me to call the whole thing off?"
"No-"
The man grabbed Morgan and shoved him against the wall, hitting Morgan in the shoulder with a needle. Morgan grabbed at the needle and tried to pull it out of his arm but couldn't. As Morgan fell against the wall, his thought was, Reid, get Hotch. I just hope you're safe. Find me. Please.
Agent Hotchner yawned as he checked his watch; three o'clock a.m. Who the hell was knocking on his door at -
He pulled open the door, "REID?" he said, exclaiming as he brought the young genius into his room. A girl, no more than 17, followed him. She immediately started to babble.
"You're Agent Hotchner," she said. "I'm Robin. We worked at the same brothel. You need to get Reid some medical treatment although I advise against taking him to the doctor - you can't trust the doctors in the area -"
"Why not?" Hotch snapped, grabbing Reid and pulling him to his bed. He nodded, "Grab his legs."
"Sorry, sir, I've been a prostitute for seven years and I've worked with both Reid and Morgan. I've seen it numerous time and again when they've gone back. I know you're FBI but it's just - he doesn't need to go to the hospital, he just has the flu," Robin tried to explain as she tucked in her blonde hair. "Morgan told me that you'd be all upset, and you wouldn't trust me and that I should tell you, um…" she paused for a minute, trying to remember the exact words. "He said that you said you'd be looking out for his family and Cindi and-"
Reid groaned as he blinked his eyes awake. "Hotch?" He asked. "Robin, where's Derek?"
"He's not here- Reid, he's back at the brothel-"
"Back at the brothel? Hotch… You should get a raid while they have a chance to be there. We were last at the Alive brothel on…" Reid rambled out the address and Hotch grabbed his phones and opened them up. Hotch had been in his room alone because Gideon and Rossi were sharing another room.
The rest of the team, other than Hotch, geared up. They didn't bother to call their contact, knowing he was dirty. Instead, they simply let the embassy know they were raiding.
Hotch sat down. "Are you okay? Do you need medical attention, anything?"
"I just don't feel that good. I've been fighting off the flu," Reid said, honestly. "They gave me back my passport and told me that they had terminated my position with them. I don't even know why…."
"I think they added on our debt to Morgan's in hope that they could just kidnap him back and saddle him with more debt… Although I don't know why, it seems risky for them," Robin said.
Hotchner nodded and continued to check over Reid for injuries before calling in Garcia from the other room while making a call back to the states. They had to figure out what this groups of unsubs was up too. As soon as he made the call he was back. He had to get as much info from Reid as he could and figure out who this Robin person was.
Enjoy. More Reid whump and Morgan whump to come - a huge dose of both in the next chapter (with admittedly slightly more Morgan whump due to the nature of the chapter).
Question of the chapter: What do you think of Robin?
