Disclaimer: not mine.

Gregory Sanders hung up his cell phone angrily; again, the police were on their way to a location they should not have known about. Someone had tipped them off, and Gregory was sure he knew who it had been.

He left the show room, heading straight for the star dressing room, where the sold slaves were kept, where his new toy would be waiting. He did not stop to talk to any of the buyers or other criminals who roamed the halls, there was no time. He knew that some would suspect that something was wrong, maybe they would chose to warn the others, they might not: he did not really care.

Without hesitance, Gregory burst into the dressing room, not even looking at all of the other sixteen boys who sat, gazing at him in fear, a moments relief passing when each realized that he was not the one who had bought them. But Reid Shrank away, beaten and afraid, he tried to melt into the wall, away from Sanders' sight. That sight, made Sanders smile despite his anger.

"I'm taking my purchase." He said to the big man who stood guard over the sold.

"Yes sir." The man said, pulling a maroon colored leather collar from a box, and handing it to his boss. "The best we have." He smiled.

"Thank you." Gregory strode over to Reid, grabbing him roughly and forcing the collar around his neck. A thick, black leather leash was attached to the collar. "We're leaving."

Reid tried to pull back, wanting to stay, because he knew that the team must have discovered this place by now. They would be on their way, and this nightmare would be over.

Gregory hit him hard in the stomach and Reid leaned forward in pain. At a loss of patience, Gregory yanked Reid toward the door, not caring that he could hardly walk due to malnourishment and the throbbing pain in his gut.

Annoyed, Gregory grabbed the back of Reid's neck, and forced him forward forcefully until they were outside of the theatre. Gregory saw his entire business going down in flames as he stared at the building, a few others were leaving early, they had noticed his strange behavior and caught a hint of trouble. But many more were still inside.

"Everything I have worked for is being destroyed because of you." He said, pulling Reid close to him.

Reid was unable to answer, but he was begging for an end to this nightmare. This building was his hope, if he was here, they would find him, but if he was taken away, what clues were there?

Gregory smiled; lapping in the young mans fear. "You are going to be worth it, though." He said, forcing Reid into the back of his limozine.

On a side without a door, but with a thick, tinted bulletproof window was another metal ring. The leash Reid was wearing fastened to it, but Gregory did not let go of him. Instead, he forced Reid to kneel on the floor of the vehicle, away from the window. Gregory did not want his captive to see the approaching police cars, to gain too much hope to be broken. Because Gregory wanted to break him in ways that would damage his soul, he wanted this purchase to be worth the business he was loosing.

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"Move in!" Hotch shouted into his radio, not hesitating.

The SWAT team burst into the theatre, and the police stopped all who tried to escape. It was chaos, so many were inside that building, so many men, criminals with nothing better to do then buy the sons of wealthy men.

Gun shots sounded from inside the theatre. Some of the criminals had come armed, a few were using the young boys, bound and defenseless, as shields. But none of those boys were Reid. They all needed help.

It was easy to persuade most of the men to release their hostages, because it was obvious that there was no way to escape. But a few were stubborn, and it had been risky taking the necessary shots to free the young men. Most of them seemed paralyzed with shock, others were crying. Some were dead, because the men who had used them as shields knew that they would never be free, and neither would the boys they had sought to hurt.

They stood outside of the raided building, watching the dead be zipped into body bags, watching survivors being carted into ambulances or police cars. There were so many. It was a mystery, deep as a black abyss, how this operation had gone on so long.

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They were preparing to head back to the police station when Morgan heard a voice he recognized with pure, unadulterated hate.

Behind the barricades, mixed with the curious civilians was a creature spit from Hell, a man with no conscience, no morals.

"His blood will be on your hands…"

Morgan looked over the crowd, listening for the voice, hoping that it had not just been his imagination, his fear taunting him.

"What kind of people would do something like this?"

Bingo. Morgan saw the man, and was next to him before he had time to think about what he was going to do to him. He didn't need to think.

Morgan ignored the man's insults as he twisted his arm behind his back, painfully, and handcuffed him. The handcuffs were tight, but to him, they seemed just fine.

"What are you doing?" yup, that was his voice.

"You're under arrest for kidnapping a federal agent." Morgan said, dragging the man roughly across the street.

Mr. Crane stared at him, anger blazing in his eyes. "You have the wrong guy."

Morgan threw him against the hood, slamming him down hard. He then pressed against him, his face too close. "I know who you are, Mr. Crane, and trust me, you will wish you had never met me if you don't tell me where Reid is, right now."

"The name isn't familiar." Mr. Crane said coolly.

Morgan slammed him back into the hood, leaving a small dent. "Don't think I wont beat the shit out of you just because I'm about to arrest you."

Mr. Crane smiled and whispered softly, maliciously. "You should have heard him scream."

Anger, pure and hot as lightning during the storm sent sparking hate through Morgan's blood. How he wanted to hurt this, man, what he would do to him. Once more, Morgan thrust his head down, this time splitting his lip. "You are going to pay for everything you did to him and more." Morgan promised

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Reid looked at the shabby apartment building as he was forced from the car, and up the steps. He stumbled, but did his best to keep his footing: there was a gun to his back.

Gregory was pissed. The cops had raided the theatre, his personal little market, and detained countless men who knew about the apartments, about him. Despite the fact that they feared him more then they could ever fear the police, he worried that they may spill his secret. All of this trouble, for one little mistake.

He looked at Reid, trembling and beautiful. "To the elevator." He said coolly.

Gregory's apartment was the entire eleventh floor. Reid looked at everything as he was led through its rooms, the neat, expensive furniture, the many metal rings installed to keep his slaves where he wanted them. Reid shivered.

Gregory laughed. He could sense the young mans discomfort, and he reveled in it. They entered the room farthest from the door, a master bedroom. Reid tried to back away from the room, his fear rising, but Gregory was strong, and he was forceful.

He walked Reid to the corner of the room, next to the king sized bed, where an isolated ring lay in the floor. Reid's eyes were watering as he was forced down onto the floor, upon the expensive Persian carpet, and as the leather straps blinding his wrists were replaced with authentic police handcuffs. He closed his wide eyes as his re-bound wrists were attached to a length of chain that was attached to the metal ring. The gag was removed, and Reid had to rest his jaw before he could look up to Gregory's face.

"Please…" He whispered weakly.

Gregory smirked, and Reid lowered his eyes. "You have cost me everything, but I wont leave this building." He looked outside a window far out of Reid's reach. "That'll find us soon," No fear in his voice, "But before they do," He chuckled. "I'll show you what it is to be a slave of mine."

Gregory lifted Reid from the floor, and threw him onto the bed. Reid became wild, fighting back as best he could, screaming in hope that someone would hear him. With no effort, Gregory nonchalantly tore a strip of the thick blanket, and held it with his teeth, and climbed on top of Reid. He hit Reid, once, twice before the young man stopped trying to hit back and began trying to protect himself. He forced Reid's bound hands above his head be pulling him farther from the metal ring, stretching the length of chain, tightening its restriction on Reid.

"Don't…Please…" Reid breathed heavily, tears falling from his eyes.

Gregory smiled, and tied the ripped cloth into Reid's mouth. He loved the sound of muffled cries, the feel of a struggle.

Reid tried to fight him off, but the length was stretched tight, allowing for no real movement. He cried out for Gideon, Hotch, Morgan, anyone to save him from the creature who was wrestling him down. A chill enveloped his body as the suffocating leather pants were forced away, and all Reid could do was cry as the cruel man who held him abused him under the cold gaze of the full moon.

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A/N I know, I'm a horrible person. Actually though, in my original version, Mr. Crane escaped, so, I'm happy because he didn't.