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Carl had spent the last ten minutes staring at Reid and shooting dirty looks at Hotch. Both men had stayed silent for the most part, Reid occasionally attempting to connect with the other man but finding it hard to achieve a conversation starter.
"Carl, my name is Spencer and this is Aaron…" Reid began attempt number three.
"Don't talk."
Reid bit his lip, licking it to moisten it and Hotch frowned when he saw how focused Carl became onto Reid's actions.
"Carl, please-"
"DON'T!"
Hotch heard the smack before he could even register it. Reid whimpered softly in pain, unable to even put his hand to his cheek to comfort himself.
"Carl…" Reid steadied himself and tried once more, "I know that you love your father…" He trailed off as Carl raised a hand to strike him once more.
"Dad loves me. He's finding someone for me. Maybe you'll be good…maybe…dad has to say."
"Your dad is going to tell you if we're good?"
Carl nodded and Reid continued, "How does he know?"
"He's my dad. He knows that's why he brought you and he always brings two! Because I dunno if I want an older one or younger one so I get to try both."
Hotch blanched at the man's complete faith in his father but made sure that Carl was not looking at him. Reid sighed and looked down causing Carl to scoot up closer.
"Dad was right…"
Reid looked up, a bit confused, "Right about what?"
"You do kinda look like a girl…you're pretty. Not like the others…" He slowly began to paw at Reid's chest and Hotch clicked his teeth together.
"Your father said to wait." He growled and Carl's eyes went wide.
"I don't like you." He responded and Reid turned as best he could to silently plead with Hotch.
"It doesn't matter if you don't like me; your father hasn't told you what to do yet." Hotch ignored Reid's pleading, preferring to have the man's attention on him than on his young lover.
"Shut up!" Carl yelled, balling his fists up.
"Aaron…please…" Reid sunk lower into the mattress and prayed that Hotch would stop.
Hotch paused when Reid's voice reached him and closed his mouth but apparently the damage had been done as he found himself struck in the face and before he could recover it happened again and then again.
"AARON!"
Rossi smirked as he walked out of the interrogation, leaving Mitch handcuffed to the table and visibly shaken. Detective Summers glanced, wide eyed, into the room and let out a low whistle.
"What did you say to him?"
"I simply reminded him that crossing me is not a very good idea." Rossi placed a hand into his jacket pocket. "He admits that he and his partner have been picking up gay men and taking them to predetermined locations but he insists that's as far as they go."
"Did he cop to the shooting?"
"No but I assume that you've already match that gun we found in their car, correct?"
"Yeah, I got the ballistics report while you were talking with him. He's going away for a long time."
Rossi nodded, "Good. I'll leave him to you; I need to let the others know where our team mates are."
Summers nodded and walked back into the interrogation room as Rossi pulled out his phone and dialed Morgan's number. He spoke quickly to his team mate just as an older man entered the police station.
"Really? Yeah we're nearby, we got it Rossi. Thanks."
"Good news?" Prentiss asked as they stopped walking so Morgan could figure out their surroundings.
"The best. It turns out Rossi picked up that doorman and a friend who worked for a man who paid them to pick up Hotch and Reid. The guy told Rossi that they dropped them off in this district at a packing plant."
Emily shook her head, "Some people just don't care how they make money, do they?"
Morgan sighed and looked around at the warehouse, "C'mon, this way."
Prentiss followed him as they made their way quickly past the buildings, they spotted one that seemed to have light coming in from the inside of it. Prentiss told Morgan in a hushed tone that it was a packing plant and the dark skin agent began to call for back up.
"AARON!"
They both froze when they heard the voice through one of the windows of the plant and Morgan pulled out his gun with Prentiss following suit.
Morgan kicked in the door and he and Prentiss moved in with skill and silence.
"FBI! FREEZE!"
Reid couldn't contain his voice when he felt Hotch's blood hit him. Carl was sitting on top of him and slamming his fist into Aaron's face. The older agent couldn't do anything to protect himself from the powerful blows and Reid's thin frame couldn't buck Carl off even though he desperately tried.
"FBI! FREEZE!"
Morgan.
It was Morgan and Prentiss and Reid felt relief sweep through him.
Carl halted his assault on Hotch and turned to face the two new comers.
"GET OUT!" He roared, "THEY'RE MINE! DAD PROMISED!"
Morgan narrowed his eyes at the scene, "Get off of them and put your hands up."
"NO!"
Carl shifted and accidently put his elbow into Reid's throat. The younger agent thrashed and Morgan made a tough call. He fired into Carl's back which caused him to slump forward, staring down at Reid and slowly fall off to the side, crashing to the ground.
"Are you two alright?" Prentiss asked as she rushed up toward Hotch's side. His face was bloody and bruised but he nodded that he was at least alive. Morgan was calling in for an ambulance, studying the camera equipment as he did so.
"Is he okay?" Reid asked as Morgan hung up the phone and knelt down next to Carl.
"He'll live." Morgan spat as Prentiss released the cuffs holding Reid and Hotch captive.
Hotch sat up automatically, putting a hand to his face to check if his nose was broken.
Morgan looked between the two as he cuffed Carl before sparing a glance at Prentiss, "Can you go and wave the EMTs in here?"
She nodded and walked off, leaving Hotch and Reid with a bit more privacy. Morgan rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged, "Just so you guys know…Prentiss knows."
Reid looked over at Hotch who simply cocked an eyebrow, "We'll deal with it later."
Morgan and Reid both nodded as the EMTs entered the scene.
This chapter just did not want to get written, sorry for the delay.