Hi Friends!

Thanks so much for your response to this story. I never expected it to be so well received...especially since I'm so horrible to Reid.

Anyways, this chapter has a nasty scene in it. I didn't make it too graphic but reader beware. I hinted that something like this may come up in the first few a/n...and well...here it is. I'm going to change the story rating to "M" just to be safe...but like I said it isn't as explicit as some of my other stories have been. Poor Spencer...

Please forgive any mistakes.

Enjoy!

Spencer followed Morgan back into the station and into the agents' conference room. When they arrived the four other profilers stopped what they were doing and immediately started to help distribute the food.

"Oh my God! This smells so good," Prentiss gushed as she opened one of the white boxes to look inside.

"Yeah, I didn't realize how hungry I was until now," JJ agreed, grabbing a plate and spooning some rice onto it.

"Oh here, I found the chopsticks," Prentiss told everyone before she started handing them out. "Hmm, looks like we have extra. I guess those will come in handy when you end up dropping yours on the floor, Morgan."

"Ha-ha. I flung them out of my hand one time three years ago and you still won't drop it," he retorted. "You've gotta find new material, girl."

She grinned, "It's new to Reid."

"Yeah, well I don't think Pretty Boy over there cares about whether or not I can handle chopsticks. Right, Reid?"

The only answer Morgan received was silence. He glanced behind him and saw that the scrawny young man was already back at his desk typing away. "Hey, did he get his food?"

"Not all of it," JJ said, holding up the assistant's soup.

Morgan grumbled something unintelligible in response and snatched the circular container from his friend's hand. "I'll take it to him."

"Morgan, why don't you let JJ do that," Hotch suggested.

The muscular profiler looked over at his boss. "Let her try to build some rapport with him," he explained.

"Okay," was all the agent said, acquiescing to his superior's directive. Morgan handed the soup back to the blonde and sat down at the table.

JJ took the container back with a smile and walked over to the boy's desk. "Hey, you forgot something," she said gently.

Spencer glanced up from his computer screen and looked at the profiler in confusion.

"Your soup," she said, holding it out to him.

He glanced at her hand and said, "Oh yeah…sorry. I forgot I ordered it."

"No harm done. Did you need anything else? We've got packets of soy sauce and hot and sour sauce in there if you want it."

Reid looked over at his half-eaten eggroll and said, "Some plum sauce would be nice."

JJ burst out in laughter at his request, causing the assistant furrow his brow.

"Uh-or not...," he said, perplexed as to why the girl was giggling.

She stopped chuckling when she heard the confusion in his voice. "Oh, no...it's not that. It's just that our tech analyst's boyfriend likes to call her 'Plum Sauce' and when you said that I started to imagine...," she paused and saw that he wasn't really following her. She smiled gently and patted his arm, "Don't worry about it; I'll go get you your sauce."

"Uh, okay…"

JJ went and grabbed the sauce from the office along with her plate full of food. When she got back to his desk she sat her food down on the corner and pulled up a nearby chair.

Spencer immediately asked, "W-what are you doing?"

"I like Plum Sauce too and they didn't give us a whole lot. I just figured I'd eat here with you and we could share it," she explained, grabbing the container and dunking one end of her eggroll in it.

"Y-you don't have to do that. I'll only use a little and then you can have it back," he said, pouring some of the sauce over his food.

"Well, I already sat down…so no biggie," she said with a smile, digging into her food.

The assistant was clearly uncomfortable with the company but he moved aside the papers he was working on and silently ate his food without complaint.

JJ enjoyed a few bites before she broke the silence that settled over them. "So…uh…how are you doing?"

Reid stopped mid-chew and forcibly swallowed what was in his mouth. "How am I?"

"Yeah…I mean those bruises look like they still hurt. So, after everything you've been through over the last few days, how are you holding up?"

He placed his fork down on his plastic plate and looked at the woman across from him. "Please don't."

Now it was JJ's turn to look confused, "Don't what?"

"Don't try to pry into my life like you care," he said, his words tinged with annoyance.

Her mouth hung open for a moment, "I-I do –"

"No, you don't. You're just out here on your boss's orders trying to gain my trust. Look, I know he showed all of you my files - my background. You guys know I'm smart. So I would appreciate it if you would all stop trying to trick me into talking about things that aren't any of your business. I can't help you and you can't help me – no, actually, I don't want your help. So, t-thank you for lunch but I've got work to do," he said dismissively, pulling out the file he was working on and pushing his unfinished plate of food off to the side.

The female profiler, knowing that she had hit a brick wall with the young man, murmured a quiet "Your welcome," and left him alone.

JJ went back into the conference room and shook her head at the other agents, signaling her failure to get through to the boy.

Hotch was the first to speak, "I figured it would be a long shot. He's too suspicious of us now." He then turned to Morgan, "What happened on your way to get the food?"

Morgan gobbled down the last few bites he had left on his plate and then recapped his journey out with Reid.

"So this woman, Kiki, thought that you were one of Reid's clients?" Prentiss asked, trying to mentally straighten out all the information Derek relayed.

"Yeah, she asked me if I had friends just like me that were interested in women. So she clearly thought I was about to enjoy his services."

Rossi spoke up next, "Then young Reid really is a prostitute…and based on the conversation you interrupted yesterday, Captain Wesley knows all about it."

"Then why is he condoning it? Why hasn't he stopped Reid from walking the streets?" JJ asked.

"Yeah, having a prostitute for a son can't reflect well on a high ranking officer," Prentiss said.

Morgan cleared his throat, "True, but the way Wesley was talking to the kid yesterday, it was more like he was making fun of him, mocking him really…he blamed him for being robbed by Luthor's boy. So is Luthor a local pimp? And does Reid work for his rival, Flatty?"

"Who's Flatty?" Hotch asked sternly.

"Oh, uh – when Kiki found out I was a Fed she asked Reid if he was finally turning in 'Flatty,' and then she asked me if I was going to make sure the kid was protected."

"Then Flatty must be Reid's pimp and possibly Kiki's too," Rossi mused.

Hotch pulled out his phone, "Garcia?"

"What can I do for my favorite action heroes?" she chirped

"Garcia, we need you to research the area for a pimp named Flatty," he ordered.

"Alright sir, but you do know that pimps don't really register themselves with the government or anything. It's not like I'll be able to put his name in a database and come up with his info lickety-split. I mean –"

"Garcia, we know," Hotch cut her off.

"Baby Girl, just start with newspaper articles or maybe police reports that mention someone named Flatty. Focus on cases that deal with prostitutes reporting rapes or abuse. And also look out for someone named Luthor," Morgan said.

"Gotcha! I'll do my best! Over and out!"

Hotch put his phone away and looked at his team. "Going back to Wesley and Reid…perhaps the captain isn't overlooking the fact that his adopted son is a prostitute…maybe he's getting a cut of the profits."

Prentiss sat up straighter in her chair. "That could be why he dismissed Reid's rape and flippantly called him a whore. He's monetarily invested in the kid's ability to make him some extra cash. We should have Garcia look into his finances and see if there is extra money flowing into his bank accounts."

"Yeah, or she could look to see if his purchases match his salary. I'm sure there's gotta be some signs that he is living well above the means of a police captain," Rossi noted as Hotch pulled out his phone to call their tech analyst back.

"You know this is all starting to make more sense. And it also explains why he has been so keen on keeping Spencer silent. He doesn't want the kid to reveal his secret source of income," Morgan added.

"And it also explains why the kid doesn't think we can help him. Going up against one of the highest ranking police officers in the precinct, who is his father no less, probably doesn't seem like a good idea. Especially if we kick the hornets' nest and nothing comes of it," Rossi said.

Prentiss nodded her head, "Exactly. If we accuse Wesley of being involved with a prostitution ring and nothing happens…who'll be left to deal with his wrath..."

"Spencer," JJ said. "But guys, I hate to ask but…what does this have to do with the dead prostitutes?"

"Well, we said earlier that there were two distinct comfort zones which led us to infer that there were two unsubs. Perhaps, and hear me out, perhaps we're looking at warring pimps. What if they're trying to eliminate their competition by killing off each other's workers?" Morgan proposed.

"That could be…but we need proof. Morgan, do you think you could go out and find Reid's friend Kiki? See if you can get some more information out of her," Aaron suggested.

"Yeah, good idea. I'll go out again tonight and see if I can find her."

"I can go with you," Prentiss offered. "She may already know who you are but sometimes having a female present will put a girl more at ease."

"Sounds good to me."

"Good. Until then let's continue to focus on what we already have and wait for Garcia to send us her findings," Hotch said, wrapping up the conversation succinctly.

A few hours later Reid watched out of the corner of his eye as Agent Morgan and Agent Prentiss left the station. He looked down the watch that was wrapped around his left wrist and saw that it was getting close to 7:00.

He knew it was time for him to finish up his work and go home to get ready for his night job. So he started to organize his desk and filed everything away into its appropriate place. As soon as he was done he pushed back in his chair and reached for his messenger bag.

Reid stopped short of grabbing it though. He glanced down at his watch and realized that it was going to take him a good 45 minutes to walk home and it would be longer if he waited for a bus. He let his hand drop away from its destination and stood up. He definitely needed to use the bathroom before he started his long arduous trek home because there was no way he was going to stop in at some random location and use their potentially disgusting facilities.

The bathroom was empty when he walked into it but one of the toilets in the stalls was going off. Reid, curious as to what was causing it, walked over the stall in question and pushed open the door. He saw that the metal handle was bent down at a severe angle, resulting in the toilet's constant flushing. He used his foot to try to force the handle level again but it seemed as though someone had broken the lever.

The genius, ever the germaphobe, decided that he didn't want to mess with the broken handle anymore and backed out of the stall. Spencer then went over to the urinal and started to take care of his business.

As he was in the middle of tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up a hand gripped the back of his neck and pushed his head straight into the tiled wall.

Reid's hands abandoned what they were doing and flew up to the wall. He must not have heard his assailant creep up on him due to the stupid broken toilet. Cursing his luck, he tried to push himself off of the tile but the strong grip that had a hold on his neck kept him glued there. "W-what –"

"Shut up, you filthy slut," growled a grizzled voice in his ear. "Did you really think I wasn't going to come and collect my dues?"

Spencer shut his eyes tight, his mind immediately recognizing the man's voice. "De-detective Cox."

"Who else, whore?"

"P-please don't do this," he whispered in vain.

"Please don't do this," Cox mocked. "Shit, I've been waiting for three days. Of course I'm going to do this. Now shut the fuck up."

The detective reasserted his dominance by pulling Spencer away from the wall and slamming him into it once again. Reid couldn't help but whimper as his already bruised flesh met the hard surface again.

The next thing he knew his knees were buckling from Cox aiming a swift kick to the back of each of them. He fell to the ground and scrambled away from the white porcelain basin. He had gotten a few inches away from urinal when Cox's hand grabbed the scruff of hair on the top of his head.

"Now here's what's going to happen. You're going to start by priming my pump with those dick-sucking-lips of yours. Do you get me?" he asked as he used his grip to force Reid to turn toward him.

The genius didn't have a chance to answer as his body was twisted around to face the other man. Cox had already pulled out his bulbous piece of flesh and it was right in Reid's line of sight. He could feel tears start to well at the corners of his eyes and decided to try to appeal to Cox one more time. "Please. T-this is wrong. I-I didn't agree to it. I-if you stop now I-I won't tell anyone. I promise."

Cox let out a loud bellowing laugh at the boy's plea. "Who the fuck would you tell anyways? Wesley? He's the one that set this up in the first place. There isn't anyone in this building that gives a fuck about what happens to you."

Reid knew the man was right and looked down at the ground in shame; he was just a filthy worthless whore.

A knock upside the head interrupted his self-loathing. He glared up at the man who was towering above him. Society may see him as a piece of rubbish but that didn't mean he had to debase himself for this vile man. He banished his tears and clenched his fists together in determination. "If you even think about putting that near my mouth then don't expect to get it all back."

The man snorted in disdain at the comment and pulled out his gun. "And if you even scrape it with the tip of your tooth I'll put an extra hole in your head."

A shiver ran down Spencer's spine at the man's threat. The barrel of the gun was pointed directly between his eyes and he could see the endless black tunnel that housed the bullet. He gulped down a breath of air and closed his eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

"You're right, kid. I wouldn't dare to shoot you here and now…but what I can do is bend you over and shove it up your ass. Would you like that? I'm sure the scrape of the front sight would leave a lasting impression. And then after you're all stretched out for me, I'll take what I came for anyways. So you can either open wide now or suffer the consequences," he taunted as he traced the tip of the gun along Reid's jawbone.

Spencer wasn't taking the detectives threat lightly and he knew that there was no way that he could overpower the man and escape his clutches. A small tear of frustration trickled out of his bruised eye as he dropped his chin in defeat.

Cox reached his free hand down and grasped Reid's jaw in his hand. He squeezed it tightly, forcing it open before he shoved himself inside the heated cavern.

Spencer's mind was swirling mess of tumultuous emotions as it tried to block out the horrid act he was being forced to partake in. Unfortunately, the his body's senses were running on overdrive and there was no way he could block out the musky smell, salty taste or the obscene moans of ecstasy that Cox was emanating as Reid worked him up into a frenzy.

Thankfully, the man had a short fuse and in a matter of minutes he pulled out of Reid and ordered, "Get your fucking pants off before I blow my load."

Spencer's wiped the saliva that was coating the area around his mouth. He could feel his hands shaking from stress as they cleared away the liquid that was covering his skin.

"Hurry the fuck up! We don't have all day. Someone's gonna start wondering why the bathroom door is locked," Cox snarled at the shell-shocked kid.

The tremors overtaking his fingers were too much and he found himself just fumbling with the zipper he had just fastened before Cox had interrupted him.

"Fucking A, you stupid shit! You can't even undo your own pants!" the detective barked, knocking Spencer's fragile body all the down onto the gritty tile. He easily flipped the boy onto his stomach and unhooked the button. The zipper let off a tiny swishing sound as it was pulled down by Cox's thick fingers. He then grabbed the kid's pants by the belt loops and pulled them down to his knees, boxers included.

Reid was desperately trying to push himself up off the ground while all this was happening but his arms felt like jelly and wouldn't support his weight.

After Cox was done messing with his victim's clothes he notice the boy's feeble struggles. He hated that even now the assistant was trying to defy him, so he grabbed the nape of Reid's swanlike neck with his free hand. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he asked as he pushed down hard, pinning the assistant to the ground. He watched with glee as Reid opened his eyes and tried to focus on the white tile, breathing erratically through his clenched teeth. "Don't act like you don't love this, whore. It's what you're made for," he jeered in the boy's ear.

A spark of anger that had been dormant in Reid since this whole thing began flared to life at the man's insulting words. "Fuck you!" he bellowed in defiance.

"Exactly," was all Cox hissed as he seated himself on the lanky legs that were rattling beneath him.

The detective reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a few good pumps. The tussle with the boy had ignited his dominant side and his member was throbbing with excitement to get inside of his prize.

"This will hurt a lot, I promise," Cox goaded as he pulled back and lined himself up with his victim's backside. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes in anticipation.

As he started to plunge in a grizzled voice shouted out, sufficiently interrupting his quest for sex.

"F.B.I., freeze!"

Cox's face immediately lost all of its color at the words that were still echoing in the small space around him.

"Get off of the kid and put your hands in the air," Agent Rossi instructed, his voice alight with unabashed anger and his gun trained on the errant cop.

The detective did as instructed and scooted off of Reid. The second the weight left his body Spencer scuttled over to the corner by the sink, pulling up his pants in the process.

Rossi saw the kid's reaction out of the corner of his eye and longed to go see if he was alright. Unfortunately, he knew he needed to take care of the semi-naked scumbag standing before him first. "Pull up your damn pants," the Italian man ordered.

Cox covered himself up in no time and stood up from the ground. He kept his hands in the air and tried to speak, "Look agent, it's not what it looks like."

Rossi raised an eyebrow and said, "What? You mean you weren't about to rape the kid in the middle of the precinct bathroom?"

"Rape? No, no way. This was entirely consensual. Wasn't it Spencer, dear?" he asked, turning his gaze to the cowering kid.

Reid wiped his eyes and refused to meet either mans' gaze.

"Wasn't it Reid!?"

Dave saw the boy flinch at the demanding question and decided he didn't have time to watch the detective bully the young man into submission. "Detective, you are under arrest for assault and attempted rape. You have the right to remain silent –"

"This is bullshit. You can't arrest me if it was a consensual act. Goddammit Reid, speak up."

"Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

"Fuck – I demand you take me to Captain Wesley. He'll straighten you out," Cox ordered, snatching his hands away from Rossi as the veteran profiler tried to put handcuffs on him.

"Do you understand your rights?" was all David said in response, grabbing the man's hands roughly and forcing the metal bracelets around them.

"Dammit, yes. Now take me to Wesley," Cox insisted again.

"You don't have the right to demand anything but a phone call or a lawyer right now. And I'll take you where I damn well please," Rossi retorted, shoving the man over to the door. "Kid, clean yourself up and come and find me. We'll file the report together."

Spencer still remained silent; the turn in events had shocked him to the core.

Dave turned and eyed the young man's trembling body. He really wished one of his teammates was there to watch over the kid. Unluckily, the only one in the building right now was Hotch and he had been on the phone to Garcia when Rossi had left to use the bathroom.

And thank God that nature had called when it did. He had found it funny that the door had been locked when he had gotten to it a few minutes ago. But luckily, he found an officer nearby that had a spare key to the facilities and borrowed it off of him. When he got back to the restroom he heard a muffled "Fuck you," and knew he needed to get in there right away.

Rossi could remember the way his fingers shook in fright as they stuck the key into the hole and twisted it around. His heart had dropped down to his feet at the sight that greeted him when he opened the door. The poor young man who had already been beaten down so much over the last three days was prone on the floor about to be assaulted. The profiler felt rage explode out of his every pore at the atrocity that was about to be committed to the innocent kid. He didn't even think twice as he pulled out his weapon and aimed it at the crooked cop.

"Spencer," he called softly to the young man.

Hearing the man's gentle tone, the genius slowly brought up his saddened gaze to meet the other man's.

"Spencer, I'm going to take him to one of the holding cells. Why don't you wait for me in the conference room until I get back?" he asked.

Reid's only answer was a small jerk of his head and then he looked back down at the ground.

Rossi sighed, knowing it was the best he was going to get out of the traumatized young man. The profiler turned his attention back to his captive and ordered, "Move it."

Reid watched as the two men exited the bathroom. He sat on the floor for a few minutes after the door had swished shut behind them. Slowly, he extracted himself up off the tile, using the sink as a support. His legs felt weak and wobbly as they tried to sustain his weight.

He needed to get out of here. He had to get away. There was no way that he was going to wait for Agent Rossi to help him because he couldn't. Once Captain Wesley caught wind of what happened he would be twisting and turning the truth to Detective Cox's favor. His assaulter would be free within a few hours and Spencer would have a huge target on his back.

No.

He wasn't going just wait around like a sitting duck for Wesley or Cox to come after him.

He needed to get home.

Once he was there he could make sure none of them could hurt him again.

Ahhh...don't kill me and I won't kill Spencer ;)

Till next time.