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A bullet clicked into place and Kline's eyes were wild with fury.

"I asked you a question!"

Reid and Hotch looked at each other, silently ready to play off of one another as the need arose. Reid coughed quietly, indicating to Hotch that he would speak next.

"…he's a psychiatrist." Reid could tell based off of Hotch's assessments of the man that he was still afraid of being judged and revealing that they were both FBI might cause Kline to defend his secret with violence.

"Oh?" Kline's attention went to Reid, who was thinking of a back story faster than the old man could move.

"Yes, he's very good at what he does." Reid nodded solemnly.

"I'm sure…" Kline seemed to be calming down, "And then what is it that you do, boy?"

Reid blinked a few times and turned his head looking, for all the world, embarrassed.
"…I was an escort. I've seen a lot of stuff…you get a feel for things over time."

Kline sniffed with an odd mixture of arousal and distaste plastered onto his face, "I guess that explains some of it…"

Reid watched as Kline moved away and noticed how his demeanor built into frenzy quickly but could be quelled just as fast. He probably only killed once he was in his frenzy, so that meant that Hotch and Reid needed to keep him calm.

"…I-I know you love your son, Mr. Kline. Aaron didn't know what he was talking about and I'm sorry that I bought it for a moment."

Kline's head snapped back towards Reid, "I do love my son. I want him to experience love but none of those boys have been good enough for him."

Hotch watched Reid as he continued to ease Kline into a calmer state. "You don't even know how many boys I've worked with who would've killed for a father like you."

Reid was playing into Kline's sick delusion and it was working because Kline began to speak without Reid prompting him.

"You know, I didn't intend for the movies to go online at first. I would record them and go over them…and over them, to find where things went wrong." Hotch and Reid both knew that Kline probably only reviewed them for sexual release, "And one day I accidentally posted one of the videos on this site I frequent, I took it down as soon as I realized what I did but I found that people wanted to see them and sent me messages to tell me they would pay for them."

Kline sighed as if the world had just handed him a difficult task, "I love the money and it helps my son. I'm not the only one out there, I have fans, people like me."

Hotch looked away, angered that any man would declare what he was doing was out of love for his own son. His move did not go unnoticed by Kline.

"Your client doesn't agree." Kline sneered. Reid turned his head to look at Hotch and smiled softly.

"He's my boyfriend, not my client, Mr. Kline."

Kline studied them for a moment when a ring sounded from the corner that Carl had wandered off to. Carl approached a few moments later, holding out a cell phone to his father. Kline took it and held it to his ear.

"Yes?" He paused to listen to the other end, "I'll be right there."

He hung up the phone and looked at Carl, "Watch them. I'll be back soon."

Carl nodded as Kline left the warehouse, leaving Hotch and Reid to figure out a new course of action.

Rossi was watching Riley through the one way mirror with his jaw set tight.

"You can't do anything once they lawyer up, don't be so hard on yourself." Detective Summers told him quietly.

"I know that." Rossi replied, clearly in no mood to be patronized. "But two FBI agents are missing and this man was at both the club and the hotel they were staying at. Tell me, Detective, how much time do you think we have to wait around for a lawyer?"

Summers bit her lip and rustled a hand through her hair, "The other man he was brought in with only asked if he needed a lawyer…not that he specifically wanted one. You could talk with him."

Rossi nodded, "Thank you."

"But Agent Rossi, the minute and I mean minute, he asks for council, you step out of that room."

Rossi gave her a smirk, "Understood."

Morgan was gripping the steering wheel tightly as he maneuvered through LA's infamous traffic jams with a grim look on his face.

"We're not far now…" Prentiss muttered as she checked her GPS and when Morgan didn't respond she looked over at him, "Are you alright?"

Morgan gave her a nod but looked away as he did so.

"Derek…"

"I saw them before the shooting in that alleyway."

Prentiss looked over at him in disbelief, "And you didn't say anything? Why the hell not!"

Morgan took a breath and made a left turn before answering, "Because they were kissing."

The statement he made seemed to take the wind out of Prentiss's sails and she sat back in the seat, "…you mean like playing the part?"
"No."

A small smile crept onto Prentiss's face, "I knew it!"

Now it was Morgan's turn to look at her in disbelief and Prentiss gave him a sheepish look,

"Garcia and I have had a bet for about two months now…"

"What? You guys honestly thought that…"

Prentiss sighed, "Derek, you're one of the best profilers in the world, tell me honestly that you never saw any signs."

Morgan didn't answer her because if he was honest with himself he would have admitted that he saw sign after sign but chose to ignore them because, well, it was Hotch and Reid. Hotch was his boss and Reid was his best friend and he had seen them both with women…

"We're here."

Morgan pulled the SUV over and got out, waiting for Prentiss to do the same.

"There are a lot of warehouses around here; we can't just search all of them."

"I'll call Garcia and see if she can pick up the phone's signal again…"

Prentiss waited and stepped off to the side to allow a car with an older male driving it go by as Morgan called Garcia to see if they could get any closer to finding their friends.

R n' R plez