A/N: Reid whump in chapter.

"You cannot heal the world until you heal yourself." Unknown.

The men were at the brothel, storming it. Meanwhile, JJ, Robin, Prentiss, Reid and Garcia were there. Garcia was quickly typing on her laptop, doing some research. It was quiet and all was nice - although little did they know it wouldn't be for long. It was around noon, so JJ took stock of the situation and decided to get some lunch. She wanted to profile Robin more so decided to take Robin with her.

"Want to go grab some dinner with me?" JJ asked Robin. "You'll know where to go." She wanted to give Garcia and Prentiss the chance to try and talk to Reid - if at all possible. He'd fallen asleep again.

"Um, sure," Robin said, looking surprised. She grabbed her jacket. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to having choice."

"Well, you'll get some here," JJ said as she pulled open the door. Robin followed her out.

Garcia turned to Prentiss. "He's going to be okay, right?" she asked, looking at Reid's still and unconcious form on the bed.

"Of course," Prentiss said, hoping she was right. She sighed and checked her gun, making sure it was loaded and cleaned properly before laying it on the table.

"Does that have to be in here?" Garcia asked, closing her laptop. Guns made her nervous.

There was a loud bang and the door flew open. "Yes," Prentiss said, grabbing it and starting to fire. "Down, Garcia, dammit!" she said, hissing as Garcia dived overtop of the still-unconscious Reid. She opened fire back, not caring if the assholes lived or died. She attempted to duck as one fired at her and hissed as she felt something hit her shoulder. "Fuck!" she swore, getting knocked off balance.

That was all Prentiss remembered before everything went back.

"Hey, hey, easy," Reid said as Prentiss awoke. Morgan was next to him, looking extremely concerned - as he had every right to be. Despite their best efforts to keep Reid safe, the bad guys had somehow managed to find them again and double Morgan's debt. While both knew the debts weren't legal they were still daunting.

"What the hell happened?" Prentiss demanded angrily. "Ouch!" she hissed as Reid helped her adjust her arm.

"You've been shot," Morgan said. Garcia was sitting next to him, looking worried. "We've bandaged it up as best we can-"

"Well, well, well," a man said as he came in. Morgan groaned, Michael. The person he hated the most. Lovely; just what he needed.

"She needs bandages," Morgan said before Michael could say anything else.

"Sure, she can sleep with me for them," Michael said with a smirk.

Morgan stood up and walked over to him. "Listen, asshole, I've had enough of your shit. I have done everything you have asked for from day one - and more. You've doubled my debt and you kidnapped Reid again even after agreeing to let him go, because you're nothing more than a hypocritical. fucking. asshole."

"Fine, you can sleep with the lawyer for them," Michael said.

"I think you're missing the point," Morgan said with an angry glare, one that would have made a lesser man wilt. "I am doing nothing for the bandages. You are giving me the bandages. Reid and I will work our normal shifts, and we'll pretend this never happened. Alternatively-"

"Why do you think you get to make demands? You're the captive in this situation," Michael said and smirked when Prentiss omitted a soft groan.

Morgan frowned, "This has nothing to do with me being a captive. This has everything to do with the fact that you don't want me to let her out to slit your throat."

"Fine, I'll get her some bandages, but you and Reid are both on call tonight." The man stalked off and slammed the door shut.

"He's charming," Garcia muttered before turning to Morgan. Morgan embraced her in a hug while carefully examining Prentiss' bullet wound with his eyes. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Yeah, you had us worried there," Prentiss said as she tried to move her shoulder.

"As long as Hotch doesn't think I'm actually agreeing to be an escort for them," Morgan snorted as he sat down and started to take off his jacket. Jason came in the room then, handing Morgan bandages.

"Who peed in his cornflakes today?" Jason asked as he knelt down. The door slammed behind him.

"Don't know, don't care," Morgan said. "Meet Jason, he's helped us," he said to Garcia and Prentiss. "Prentiss, Jason is going to prop your shoulder up while I stop the bleeding."

Prentiss nodded and let out a groan. "Hurts to talk…"

"Shh, don't. We'll take care of it," Morgan said as he helped Jason bandage her up before turning to Garcia and the rest of them.

"What happened?" he asked Garcia even as the door opened yet again.

"Reid, you're with me," the man said as he grabbed him. Morgan tried to stand up but the man was faster, dragging Reid out and locking the door behind him.

Reid groaned as the man dragged him across the floor. "What's going on?" he asked sleepily.

"Oh, I had fun with Morgan. Now I need to have fun with you," the man said and that's when Reid recognized the lawyer's voice.

"What?" Reid asked, not awake.

"Yeah sorry, we drugged you," the man said, not sounding the least bit sorry as he moved Reid towards the bed, closing the door as he tied Reid's arms.

"What's going on?" Reid asked yet again.

"Well, we decided it wasn't good for you to be working with your team - so we called you back here," the lawyer said as he got onto bed and took off his shirt.

"I mean like right now," Reid said as if in an attempt to stall the inevitable.

"What's going on right now," the man said, "Is that you need a lesson in learning who's boss."

Reid looked at him, "You drugged me."

"Yes, I did," the man said as he slid off Reid's shirt. Reid blinked twice, trying to figure out what was going on. "And I think you need another dose." Before Reid could say anything the dose was injected into his arm.

"C-can't…." Reid allowed himself to be lowered to the bed. "What's going on?" he asked again as he felt the man's hand in his pants before everything went black because the man turned the lights out.

Shit, again, really?

Agent Hotchner raced back to the hotel, his foot on the gas pedal the whole way. Rossi and Gideon were in the car with him.

When he arrived at the hotel he took the flight of stairs two at a time, stopping for nobody. There had only been one man at the brothel and he was smirking, saying how Hotch would be screwed because his friends were missing.

Hotch threw open the door only to find out that he was, in fact, right. Everyone in the room was completely and utterly gone and there was blood everywhere. He flicked open his phone, seeing an incoming call from JJ.

Today had just gone to hell in a handbucket.