Warning: Mild cussing and abuse.

Chapter 14

The old guys have an hour long reminisce about their first cases. Of course, dad's story was set in the land before time. Aaron's was kinda interesting because I found out that he was apparently not as sure of himself on his first case as he often is now. When Derek first joined the bureau, he was younger, a lot more playful, and apparently a bit of a trouble maker; thus, his first case ended with a trip to Aaron's office for a lecture about showing more restraint in the field. I suppose that's when their relationship took off to what it is today.

After they finished their reminiscing, Dave says, "I guess I should make up a bed for you three."

Aaron looks to Derek and exhales. "I suppose. It seems neither of us is sober enough to drive. Which also means you two are in the clear tonight."

Derek and Emily look away awkwardly.

The fact Aaron has the audacity to embarrass Emily and Derek so easily in front of us pisses me off.

"Too drunk to drive home," I groan out loud. "What sort of example are you setting for you son?"

"Excuse me?" Aaron retorts.

"You heard me."

"Alex," I jump at the sharp tone of David's voice.

"No, Dave," Aaron stands. "I'll handle this. Alex, come with me please," He says as he heads for the exit.

"Why should I?"

Aaron stops at the den door and turns to me. "Would you rather we talk right here?"

"I-I didn't do nothing," I pout.

"I think you know very well what you're doing, Alex."

"You're just trying to bully me like you're doing them." I challenge.

"Alex," Aaron's voice holds a stern edge to it. "Let's go. Now."

Just because I want to save myself some unneeded embarrassment, I follow him.

We march silently to my room. I become a little uneasy by this. My room is usually where Dave spanks me so it always holds this looming feeling of doom whenever I'm in trouble.

"Alright," I exclaim, sitting on my bed. "What do you want?"

"Stand up when you're talking to me and speak with some respect or this will go a lot harder than you'd like it to."

"I'd like it to not go anywhere," I grumble lowly as I get back on my feet.

"What was that?"

"Nothing,"

"Alex, I don't know where you get off with this self-righteous attitude of yours but I've had enough. When I tell you something is none of your business, that means it's none of your business. Don't go asking other people for the answer."

"How-how did you know?"

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to deduce that's what you three were talking about for that long."

I fold my arms and say, "Well...what we talk about in private is none of your business."

"Kid, you're asking for it and I'm inclined to give it to you."

"There you go trying to bully me again. I can't believe Dave is letting you do this."

"I can't believe Dave didn't let me do this sooner. Now then," He walks over to the dresser and eyes my hair brush. Dammit. Why don't I ever put that away? "Before you leave this room, you will be spanked. When it happens and how harsh it is depends on you and what you tell me. Now, what has you so angry?"

I gulp hard as his finger runs across the handle of the brush. Taunting me.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Strike one. Three strikes and you're out. Now try again."

"Nothing's got me upset. I'm just prone to mood swings."

"True, but these mood swings of yours often have a pretext. That's strike two. Don't lie to me again, Alex."

I shift from foot to foot in fear.

I hate this guy so much.

What does he want me to say? I'm mad because it's my fault Derek's disappointed himself? I'm mad because I don't know how to hold my liquor? I'm mad because I'm weak? I'm mad because I'm a screw up? I'm mad because I know I don't deserve to be cared for as much as everyone cares for me?

"Alex," Aaron insists.

"Derek…"

"Derek what?" Concern edges Hotch's voice. He really cares about Derek. I wonder how he'll feel when he finds out that Derek's starting to doubt his skills as a leader and it's all because of me.

I suck up my fear and say, "Derek blames himself b-because I messed up last night. Did…did you put those thoughts in his head?"

"No," Hotch goes silent. He looks away from me, thinking.

What is he thinking?

"What are you thinking?" I ask.

"Huh, oh…nothing," He says.

"You're lying."

"Alex," He warns.

"That's not fair. You can lie to me but if I lie to you I get a burning ass."

Aaron shakes his head and says, "Fair enough. I was simply thinking about Derek. He has been acting strange today. I thought he was just brooding over his punishment to come…but if it's because he's been mentally berating himself all day…I think I should talk to him about it. Sooner rather than later."

"Yes, do that. Like, right now." I insist.

Aaron turns to me and smile. "You're not getting out of this that easy, brat. Dave still has to punish you for going to that night club last night. I'll have my little talk with Derek then. And after, you and I will have our little discussion about disrespect."

"Aw man, Dave's still doing that?"

"You didn't think you were out of the dog house that easy did you?"

I flop down on my bed and sulk.

Aaron chuckles and says, "Good luck, kid," before leaving the room.

I can't believe this. I'm twenty-four years old and here I am waiting in my room for my dad to come and spank me. How pathetic can you get?

Then, I get the certain idea to not take the spanking. I'm a grown man. I refuse to continue being humiliated by my 'father' and 'big brother'.

I quickly text Neal.

R u up?

Not too long after he texts back.

Yeah. Missing me?

I smile and respond: 2 much. Let's do something. Right now.

Will ur bodyguard let u out at this time of night?

I frown at his response.

So I send back: Just meet me at the club from last nite. I can handle my bodyguard.

He sends back: K. C u soon QT.

Okay, this is it. I know I'm going to get the shit beaten out of me for this when Dave finally catches me, but it'll be worth it. It has to be.

I sneak out my bedroom window and run a block to make sure no one's following me. Then I walk to the nearest bus stop. I catch the bus into the city and walk a while through the beautiful nightlife before I make it back to the club Neal and I met in. I have the eerie feeling that I'm being watched as I walk but I don't see anyone when I look around.

Must be my guilty conscience.

When I walk in, I see Neal sitting at the bar alone waiting for me.

I walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder.

"Hey cutie," He turns around with that big beautiful smile of his.

I sit beside him and say, "Let's do something."

He arches and eyebrow and say, "Something like what?"

"I don't know…anything. Let's…let's club hop."

"Club hopping?" Neal smiles. "Well, aren't you the adventurous one."

"Shut up," I say while hopping off the barstool. "And c'mon."

The two of us go to another club and dance for a while before Neal finds his way back to the bar.

"What do you drink?" He asks.

"I don't drink." I state plainly.

"Too bad. This would be a lot more fun if you did, trust me."

"Are you fun of drinking, Agent Coleman?"

He smiles when he realizes I know his last name but he doesn't question how I know it. "Only when I want to have some fun."

"Well hurry up and drink. I wanna dance some more."

"Okay, okay," Neal throws back the rest of his beer and follows me on to the dance floor.

We dance for two songs before Neal says, "I need another drink. You may have to take me home tonight."

"I rode the bus." I yell over the music.

"Well looks like you'll have company on the ride back." He jokes and leaves.

I continue dancing mindlessly alone. I start feeling like someone's watching me again but since I'm in a club full of people, it could be anyone.

"You look good," I hear a deep voice say behind me. I turn around and this tall, dark, and handsome guy hovers over me with a winning smile. He has long dark hair and green eyes. Why am I such a sucker for a guy with dark hair and bright eyes? "Dancing. You look good dancing."

"Well, you look good too." I smile back.

I start dancing with him…grinding against him is more like it. Neal comes back and puts his arm around my shoulder.

"Who's this?" He asks.

I turn back to the other guy and say, "Uh…I-I guess I don't really know his name."

"The name's Dalton." He announces.

I continue to smile at him and say, "My name's Alex and this…this is my date, Neal."

"It's nice to meet you, Alex." Dalton says all sultry.

Neal tightens his hold around my shoulders. Then he says, "Well, it was nice meeting you too Mr. Dalton. Now, my date and I would like to get back to our evening…alone."

Dalton scowls at Neal and then he starts smiling at me again. Then he nods and just walks away.

"Cheating on me before we're even a couple." Neal shakes his head.

I lean closer and kiss him. Then I smile and say, "I don't cheat. It was just having fun. You drink; I dance with random men. Don't judge me and I won't judge you."

"You were practically having sex on the dance floor." He yells. If the music wasn't so loud I'd be pissed.

I frown and say, "You don't own me, Neal. We aren't together together…yet. I can dance…or have sex on the dance floor with whoever I want."

"Oh Alex," He pulls my body up against his and we start rocking back and forth to the sorta slow tempo of the music. "You are something else, baby. Y'know that?"

"I've been told." I kiss him again. This is the sorta stuff that makes me miss having a boyfriend.

After we leave, Neal and I head to a late night bar, because of course Neal still hasn't had enough to drink. When we make it to the door I finally decide to check my phone.

I have more missed calls and text messages from Dave, Aaron, and the rest of the team than I would care to count.

"I-I'll meet you inside."

"You don't want to be seen with me?" Neal jokes.

I smile and roll my eyes. "I wish that was it. I have to check in with my bodyguards."

"Yes, of course, the bodyguards. Well I meet you inside. And do me a favor and try not to dry hump anymore guys while you're alone."

"I'll do my best and try but with a libido like mine's…"

Neal laughs and shakes his head. When he goes inside, I take a deep breath before calling Dave's house.

"Where the hell are you, kid!?" Derek answers the phone.

"I'm-I'm at the city."

"How dare you just leave? Do you know how much trouble you're in? And how did you get to the city? Who are you with? Is that guy, Neal, there? Y'know what, never mind. Just get home. I'll deal with you when you get here."

I knew that was coming. But once you make a decision like this you've just gotta roll with the punches.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be home in a while."

"What," Derek barks.

That's the last thing I hear before I feel a sharp, shooting pain in the back of my head. And then I blank out.

Someone just attacked me from behind.

I wake up on a bed. Not my bed, but a bed. I'm in a room. Not my room, but a room. My head hurts. It's because some bastard knocked me out.

I get out of the bed and make my way through the partially lighted room to the door. I pull at the knob. It's locked. I knock on the door.

"Hey…hey, open the door." I yell. No answer.

I reach for my phone in my pocket and it's not there. Then I start beating on the door some more in fear. "Hey, hey open up. Open this damn door!"

I hear the lock unclick. I step back and wait for the person on the other side to come in. The door opens, and in walks the guy from the club. Dalton.

"Hush now, baby." He drools. "I'm here."

"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" I bark.

"Don't you remember, baby? It's me, Dalton."

"I-I remember you. But what are you…why am I here? How did I get here?"

"I brought you here, baby. You're going to be my new pet." He steps closer to me, closing the space between us in a few strides of his long legs. "And if you're a good boy, I'll take care of you."

He grabs my chin between his rough fingers and forces his lips against my mouth. I reach back and punch him in the face as hard as physically possible.

"Get the fuck off me you perv!" I yell. He turns back to me angry.

"Oh Alex, baby, you really shouldn't have done that." He comes closer to me. I prepare to hit him again. As soon as I swing, though, he catches my hand. He's strong. Really strong. He grabs both of my hands and pins them behind my head. "Because now I've got to punish you."

"Let go of me, you sick fuck!"

He slaps me so hard I taste blood. Then he kisses me again.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't want to have to do that. You made me."

"You ass…hole." I continue to fight.

This time he punches me in the stomach. I topple over on the bed holding my gut.

"If you're a good boy, you'll get rewarded." He starts unbuttoning his shirt. "And if you're bad you'll be punished. Now then," He reaches for his jeans button. "Be a good boy."

As my last line of defense, I kick him in the crotch. It's his turn to topple over now. He groans as he falls to the floor. I jump off the bed quickly and head for the door. Before I can make it though he grabs my ankle and I hit the floor. Dalton then straddles me and goes UFC on my ribs. "You stupid, little," He starts to insult me as he continues his assault on my body.

When he stops I'm too sore and bruised to move.

"Dammit, Alex. Why'd you make me do that to you again?" He growls as he stands up. I see him pacing the room out the corner of my eyes as I grab my ribs in pain. Then I see him leave and hear the door lock.

I'm left alone in the room, rocking back and forth in pain. I make my way to the bed after a few hours of rolling in pain. That's where I am for the rest of the night. That's where I fall asleep.

It's the next day when Dalton comes back in the room. He brings food this time.

"I made you an omelet." He says. "Ham and assorted peppers just like you like it."

"How…how did you know?" I'm forced to ask.

"I know a lot about you, Alex. I've been watching you for a long, long time. Except for last weekend. You left and I couldn't find you. Where'd you go?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

He laughs and sets the plate on the desk in the room.

"Yes, I would. But I'm sure you will come to tell me eventually. For now, come here. Eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"You're lying, Alex. You're always hungry. Yesterday I saw you eat more pizza than every member of your team put together."

"How the hell are you able to watch me so much and I not fucking know?"

"Don't cuss, Alex." He snaps. "Don't force me to punish you again."

"What do you want from me?! Are you…are you gonna kill me?"

"No, no, no baby," Dalton walks over to the bed and I stiffen. "Don't even say such a thing. I don't want to kill you. I don't even want to hurt you but you make me do it." He touches my sides and I flinch from the pain of last night. "I never want to do this to you again, baby. I'll just have to find a new way to punish you for being naughty. Maybe…I should start spanking you. Like Dave does."

I pale at the disclosure of his knowledge. He knows. Of course he knows. Why wouldn't he? He knows everything else about me. Why wouldn't he know I get spanked?

"Listen Dalton, I-I don't know what you want but you…you must already know I'm a federal agent. And if you let me go now, I-I promise I'll vouch in the court of law that you-"

"You can say whatever you like but you're not going anywhere, Alex. You're mine now. And I will keep you forever. I haven't spent all this time watching over you just to let someone else have you."

"How-how long have you been watching me?"

"Don't you remember? The first time we met? I was working at Starbucks; you walked in with Agent Rossi. You were very cute in your blue tie and suit, Alex. You were starting your first day at the bureau and you were stressing over if the team would like you. That's when I realized that you needed me. I still remember what you ordered. Two chicken salad sandwiches, a muffin, and a Venti white hot chocolate, and it was only breakfast." He laughs. "I've watched you every day since, except when you had that case away from the state. It made me sad when you were away but I know you need your space. The only other time I didn't see you was last weekend. Where were you?"

"What's wrong? Stalking talent a bit rusty?"

"Don't sass me, Alex. You won't like me if I'm angry?"

No shit. "If you've been watching me for so long, why have you decided to kidnap me now?"

"Because you tried to cheat on me with that son-of-a-bitch, Neal. I had to step in. Do you know what he thinks when he sees you? I can see it in his eyes. He wants to do…bad, bad things to you. I had to stop him before he got the chance."

My eyes widen with fear. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing," He quickly retorts. "I don't care about him. I have you now. That's all that matters."

"What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?" I growl.

Dalton traces his fingers down my stomach until he lands on the button of my jeans. "I want you to be a good boy." He unbuttons my pants with one hand.

My hands shoot to his wrist in a reflex.

"Don't touch me you fucking sicko."

"Oh Alex. My poor, poor baby." He moves his hand from my pants to his belt buckle. "So naughty," He takes his belt off slowly. The leather swishes fiercely across his denim jeans. "But I'll fix it. We'll fix it together."

He grabs my arm and flips me over to my stomach. Then he pins my arm so far up my back I feel like he's going to break it. Then he yanks my pants down to my thighs. That in itself is painful because my pants are still zipped. The only relief I get from the pain of my arm is the pain of his belt hitting my bare ass.

I scream from the pain. He does it over and over again, going from the top of my butt to the bottom.

"Stop…stop you, ahh, you sick, twisted son of a – AHH!"

"You just don't learn, do you?" He taunts. "But don't worry, baby, you will."

He whips me for what literally felt like ever. When he finishes I'm a sobbing, bawling mess. He pulls me into his lap and starts cooing in my ear. "It's okay baby, hush. Dalton's here."

"Wh-why?" I sob. "What do you want?"

"I've already told you, baby. I want you. I want you to be a good boy so I won't have to punish you again. I love you."

"I-I hate you, you sick son-of-a-bitch."

Dalton grabs a hand full of my hair and yanks my head back. "Don't say that," He snarls. "Don't ever say that. Ever again, do you hear me?" He slaps me. "Huh, do you?"

"Yes-yes I hear you," More tears make their way to my eyes. "Let go, please. You're hurting me."

Immediately he releases me.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby." He wipes the tears from my eyes and kisses my cheeks. "I don't like hurting you."

You keep saying that and yet you keep hurting me.

"C'mon baby. Eat your breakfast."

"I-I don't want to eat it!" I don't want you touching me! I don't want to be here!

He reaches back and whacks my ass hard. "Don't yell, Alex. If you continue to be naughty I'll be forced to spank you again. Now be a good boy and do what I say. Eat your breakfast."

Dalton helps me off his lap and stands me up. I stare at the plate sitting on the desk with only two options. Eat or get beat. Eating will destroy my self-esteem but Dalton may very well destroy my body if I don't obey. It's better for me to just do as he says for now. Until Dave and the others find me. I know they're probably looking for me by now. They have to be. And they'll find me too. I know they will.

But how can they? They probably think I ran away again to keep from being spanked. Where are they looking? They're probably questioning my friends. None of the team knows about Dalton. But they probably suspect Neal.

Neal. He knows. But, does he think I just ditched him? No, no, he has to know something happened to me. He's an FBI agent after all, White Collar or not. He knows. Between him and the team I know they'll find me.

I go to the desk and ease myself in the chair. Then I start eating, cautiously, to appease my captor.

Dalton stands behind me. He puts his hand on my shoulder. "That's a good boy. I want my baby healthy so we can be together for a long time."

Please, find me. Someone, anyone, help.

Plot twist! What do you think? I've wanted to do this for a while. Even I can't wait for the next chapter :)