AN: I have over 400 views! I know the story has slowed down and I didn't update like I should've, I'm trying to piece out the next part and school is kicking my ass, so sorry for the short chapter ughh

WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER- THERE IS IMPLIED SEXUAL ASSAULT DISCUSSED IN THIS CHAPTER IN DETAIL!I didn't make the scene explicit even though I wanted to because I wanted to keep the rating of this story T (also I was writing it in class). YOU CAN SKIP THE SCENE AND STILL UNDERSTAND THE STORY! IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP THE SCENE! There is another scene under a break which you might want to read about the team.


It was the whimpers. That was what he couldn't stand. Even forcing himself to look wasn't as unbearable as that broken sound.

He was snide. Well, both of them were, but one was for defense while the other was for pleasure. Yes, he knew that he tried his hardest not to give the man satisfaction, but it was enough just with the grunts and whimpers. The whimpers, unbearable, broken, slipping past, unstoppable. They were enough. Enough to give pleasure.

It was stuffy, hard to breathe. The room had seemed cold before but the heat of moving, breathing, bleeding bodies warmed the air and made it thick. The stench of sweat and sex burned his eyes and gagged him. He wanted to scream, to struggle, to do anything, but shameful fear burned through his stomach and kept him silent while he watched his friend writhe and kick and sneer, but he could see through him. He could see the act, the false strength. The tears sitting just below the eyelids, the monsters crawling just below the skin.

He could hear it in the whimpers. He could see it in the raw wrists and shaking body. What was worse was the man could see it to, and he relished in it. Reid knew; these types were always the ones that loved breaking their victims. Shawn only hoped he was as unbreakable as he acted.

"You'll feel good soon," was whispered.

"Cliche much?" was snarled back. "How many girls have I said the same thing to?" He was hot with shame, humiliation, pain, agony. Bile kept rising in his throat and he kept having to swallow it back down. Worse was the fact that he couldn't breathe with his hands tied above his head, yanking his ribs into the unquenchable fire of pain. He couldn't look at the man, couldn't meet the eyes that used him so ravenously, tearing him apart, breaking him down. Instead he looked at the wall, the support beams, the stairs, Spencer.

Spencer was the worst. But he needed someone, and Spencer was there, even with his broken, terrified, horror-filled look and the tears that streamed silently down his face; Shawn didn't think Spencer even knew he was crying. There was nothing they could do.

Bile rose up again as he felt hands touching, roaming, squeezing, closing his eyes against the red humiliation that tried to show on his face. And his mind was blank. There was nothing to say. There was no defense in a situation like this. He was nothing. Just a slave to give a man a good fuck. Useless, pathetic, dirty, humiliated, beaten, nothing. Forced - yes he was forced, but it didn't mean anything. Yes he was hurt, but he could have fought harder. Pathetic.

The man was talking, but Shawn's ears were full of ringing. In truth, he had expected it to hurt much more. He hadn't expected the man to pull out a bottle of lube and take his sweet, sweet time preparing. He hadn't expected to be able to force back the tears though he so desperately wanted to be strong.

He knew he was changed. And Spencer was changed. One instant, and the people they were before were gone, new spirits occupying abandoned shells.

It was a long time.

The lights turned off and the door slammed closed and peace descended in the thick air, leaving two shivering boys in an inherent absence of light. They were scared. They both knew it, they could practically taste it, like they could taste the copper scent of blood on the air.

It was quiet for awhile. Spencer's voice was shaky.

"Shawn-"

"Don't. Don't. I can't talk about it right now. I can't think about it. I need to be strong right now, I can't break right now." Reid nodded, meeting shattered eyes. Shawn's voice was raspy and cracked with tears, but none fell. His pale face was drawn in a seriousness Reid hoped his friends would never see on him.

"We need to get out of here," he whispered, glancing around helplessly.

"How? We can't. I don't... I don't even think I could sit up right now."

There was silence again.

"They'll find us. My team will find us. I know they will."

"But will they find us too late? As corpses out here on the trails?" Blind shuddering terror raced down Spencer's spine as he remembered a terribly cold graveyard and a painfully dug grave. Would Shawn be here if he were lying there?

"No. They'll find us. We... They have to find us." The silence was unbearable.

"Yeah. ... Spencer? Did you get a good look at the face of the second guy?" Reid glanced over at him and they shared a look. "So you recognized him too."

"An officer, yeah. I don't know his name..."

"I knew him as Bernard. That guy just called him Adam though. Spence, what if he interferes with the investigation? They've already thrown your profile into disarray. If an unsub who doesn't act like they would insert themselves in an investigation does, how much havoc could they wreak?" Spencer fell silent.

"They'll find us," he whispered, and he knew they were both going into shock from the way they were shaking. He could feel the numbness. "They'll find us, Shawn."


"The profile makes no sense!" Morgan shouted, slamming his hands down on the table. Lassiter was cursing profusely and Juliet looked on the verge of tears, with JJ clutching her hand and looking about as good and Emily rubbing their shoulders. "Two unsubs? It's unrealistic that they would both have the exact same sexual obsession! Two unsubs both obsessed with one man? What are we missing?!"

"Maybe it's a dominant and submissive," Rossi suggested, trying to soothe Derek's anger.

"They escalated quickly," Hotch mumbled. "Tommy still hasn't turned up. They know of our presence."

"They're organized," Prentiss added. "They know what they're doing."

"Not well enough," Lassiter growled. "CSU pulled several partial prints."

"Garcia's running them now," Morgan grumbled. "But we may not get a hit."

"Sexual sadists don't climb to such intense crimes all at once. She'll get a hit," Hotch assured, though he felt doubtful himself.

"The bodies are dumped on hunting trails, right?" JJ looked up, her eyes rimmed with red. "Wouldn't it be safe to assume that they're holed up in a hunting cabin?"

"They could just as easily be in any of the many abandoned warehouses around the city," Morgan countered, frustrated.

"No, JJ's right," Rossi said. "We should look at empty cabins around where the bodies were dumped."

"Hold on." Morgan turned, shifting through the files. "I think that was in Reid's profile... Yeah, here." He pulled out a map and some notes, sifting through them and pointing to an area shaded green. "His notes say he and Shawn couldn't narrow the area because the bodies are spread across several mountain trails." He sighed, rubbing his face.

"Well, let's look at cabins along these trails first that are empty or private." Hotch held back a sigh.

"That's hundreds of cabins!" Juliet exclaimed. "Not to mention most of them are probably empty because of the time of year." Hotch pinched his nose. They were getting nowhere, and they all knew it.

"Morgan, you and Detective Lassiter work on the cabins. JJ, work with Detective O'Hara to try and find people who have expressed an unhealthy interest in Shawn. Rossi, Prentiss, let's go talk to his friend Gus, maybe he noticed something. Guys, keep this under wraps. Shawn and Reid thought that this was an inside job."

He got a round of nods and turned, squashing down his anger and fear. He needed to find Reid, this time before it was too late.