Don't own Criminal Minds

Warnings: Mild cursing in this chapter/ mentions of abuse/ etc

Reid's voice helped to wake Hotch up as he was finally coming out of his forced sleep.

"You!"

He turned his neck to try and see where Reid was looking and spotted a slim, yet aged man standing at the front of a doorway that led into a warehouse.

The man smiled at Reid and motioned for his two goons to bring them into the warehouse. Hotch could hear another voice and realized that they were not alone and with a small area lit up like it was ready to be filmed he could haphazard a guess as to what was about to happen.

"Tie them up over there."

"Sure thing, Uncle Tommy." Riley muttered as he and Mitch dragged Hotch and Reid to the lighted area.

"He's your nephew?" Reid asked.

The old man who, as he stepped into the light, Hotch recognized as the bellhop from the hotel smiled at them.

Hotch was too dazed to really fight as Mitch handcuffed him to a bed frame with his hands over his head while Riley did the same thing to Reid.

"Of course." Kline smiled again, "Mitch, Riley, thank you so much. I'll take it from here."

And with that the two criminals strode away, not even fazed by the fact that they had just left two men helpless at the hands of a possible killer.

"I'm going to head over to the hotel and see if I can find anything in their room." Rossi stated as he reached over to grab his coat.

"Take a couple of uniforms with you." Morgan added, "Prentiss and I will head down to Hotch's phone's last location."

Prentiss was gathering up a few things as Rossi brushed by her to leave the station house and head over to the hotel, "I'm going to have Garcia run the employment records at that club again…" She told Morgan, who nodded in response.

"Do it in the car, let's go."

The old man walked back and Hotch and Reid watched as he stepped near a camera.

"Now, let me just set a few…ground rules." He spoke as he looked over his equipment. "We're going to be filming a movie of sorts and you two are the stars. Another will be involved so I expect you to play nice."

Hotch frowned, "We don't want any part of your movie."

"You don't have a choice. Riley told me about how much attention your young lover received at the club. I knew you were both perfect when I first spotted you but I was glad for the conformation."

Hotch glared at the man, "I said we're not having any part of your movie."

Kline scowled and stopped what he was doing. He took long and quick steps over to Reid's side of the bed and sat next to the younger man.

"Do you know how much money the both of you will make me? Do you even know how much people would pay to watch you and your boy get fucked?"

Reid was clearly stunned by the words that were coming out of the man, who he had thought to be a genuinely nice person but Hotch set his gaze firmly.

"I have money. Whatever you think you'll earn, I'll double it."

The man smiled, "Sorry. I cater to a very large group out there and I don't want to disappoint all my fans."

Suddenly Reid found his voice, "Fans?"

Kline nodded, "One of them will be joining us actually. Carl?" He called out and shuffling could be heard from one of the darker corners of the warehouse. Yet another man approached them, muttering to himself. He was built but his eyes were wild and Kline waved him over.

"Look what cousin Riley brought you, Carl. This one almost looks like a girl." Kline put his hands onto Carl's shoulders, whispering rather closely into his ear.

Carl couldn't seem to comprehend exactly what was going on and Hotch had a sickening feeling that the older man had trained him specifically for his films.

Kline moved away and Carl took his spot, running his hands over Reid who could do little more than attempt to twist out of his reach.

Carl eventually grew angry at Reid's attempts to avoid him and he got up and sat on top of Reid's chest, causing the younger man to cough. He straddled Reid and kissed him, wet and dominatingly as Hotch struggled to get free. Hotch could hear Kline calling out encouraging things to Carl as he started to film and he was beginning to think he would need to reveal their identities to protect Reid. He was hesitant though, because he couldn't guarantee that Kline would care.

Reid groaned in pain as Carl's weight moved upwards on his chest and Hotch drew his leg back and kicked the other man in the side. It wasn't as hard as Hotch could kick but it forced him off of Reid and onto the ground.

"Keep your hands off of him!" He snarled and Reid was taking in deep and grateful gulps of air. Kline sighed and shut off the camera, walking back over to the other three.

"Carl, lemme talk to these boys again. I'll call you back in a minute." Again, Kline's hands and how close he placed himself to Carl were very suggestive, at least to two BAU profilers.

Carl nodded and moved off but Hotch didn't miss the look of complete loathing he threw at him as he did so.

"Now, maybe I didn't make myself clear the first time. This is going to happen whether you like it or not so you might as well relax and enjoy the show."

Reid blanched as he tried in vain to get the saliva off of his face, "Show! You're planning on video taping a rape, this isn't a show!"

Hotch took a calming breath, "No, this is a show. At least to you, isn't that right? You're doing this for power. Power over all these men, having them do whatever you say. The sex is just a plus for you but deep down in satisfies a latent homosexual urge you've felt all your life."

Kline's eyes went wide as Hotch continued, "Most people would be ashamed of the feelings going around in your head but you've mainstreamed them and found people who have thought similar things but they don't know about the things you do in the dark with your son. The things you do with him would make even your fans turn away. Is that why you pick couples with age differences? So you can somehow trick people into thinking the things you do to your son are alright? But you make your son perform in your movies because you're still ashamed. "

Kline was shaking with fury, "Never has anyone talked to me that way…never." Reid knew that Hotch had taken a leap of logic and faith when he told Kline that he thought he had molested his son but it turned out to be a good leap, "I LOVE MY SON!" Kline shouted.

Reid's voice chimed in, soft but strong, "Your son needs help and all you've done is taken advantage of that."

"Who are you two? None of the others-" Kline stopped himself from continuing but clearly still wanted the first part of his question to be answered. When neither Hotch nor Reid responded he got up and stomped off, returning a few moments later with a gun.

"Answer me!"

"Man, your uncle and cousin are freaks." Mitch muttered as he and Riley drove back to the hotel.

"Yeah but they pay well so just shut up and take your cash."

"Yeah, yeah…" Mitch parked the car and they exited it with Mitch stopping short, "…why are they cops here?"

Police were all over the second floor of the hotel and Riley felt a stab of panic.

"We should get outta here."

Another voice interrupted them, "Hold it you two!"

Riley turned and recognized the older man that was approaching them as the man who had helped him with the door at the club.

"Odd, Riley, that you made it from one crime scene to another so quickly." Rossi spoke, looking angry. "We'll need you to come down to the station to answer a few questions, you and your friend."

Riley and Mitch exchanged glances but could do little else as officers approached and guided them to squad cars.

Well I thought that the next chapters would be nothing but whump but I ended up writing two different scenarios, so let me know what you guys would prefer, whump or no whump lol