Spencer wakes before they're about to land. Hotch has come to sit with him and remind him to buckle up. "We're all taking tomorrow off and we will regroup Tuesday. Your only appointment tomorrow will be Thatcher. If anything happens, I want you to call me." Spencer nods. "Do I have to see him today?" He asks. it's still an hour before their appointment. "Unfortunately. We will all be at the office doing our paperwork. You will go to all regularly scheduled appointments."
When they land Derek, Spencer and Hotch ride back together. "I want you to call me if he so much as looks at you in a way you don't care for," Hotch tells Spencer. Spencer blushes and agrees. He has a cup of coffee before making his way to Thatcher's office.
The man smile sickeningly and waves Spencer in. "Hello Spencer. I hear you've had a busy week!" Spencer nods. "I want you to undress," he says. Spencer removes his clothes and folds them up neatly. Thatcher looks him over and sighs. "You have fat thighs," he tells Spencer. Spencer blushes with embarrassment. "Your neck is too long, too. And you're too thin. Has anyone ever told you that your nipples are weird looking? And your penis is smaller than I would have thought. What if I wanted you to fuck me? I'd be so disappointed. Should I even mention your face? It must be terrible to be this ugly and so awkward."
Spencer bites his lip. He'd rather be hit. "Have you always been this ugly, whore?" Spencer nods softly. "It's so hard to stay hard around you," Thatcher sneers. He slams Spencer over the desk and tells him to stay. "God, you're hideous. How do you look at yourself every day? At least at this angle you look like a woman."
He pushes into Spencer and Spencer gasps. "Stop, stop please. It hurts," Spencer pleads. Thatcher pulls out and coats his self in lube before pushing in entirely. "You've got a fat ass. So disgusting," Thatcher groans. Spencer holds onto the desk and holds back his sobs. When Thatcher finishes he sits back in his chair. "Get out," Thatcher says. Spencer redresses and walks out with his head down.
He makes his way to the restroom and sits down. Thatcher had pointed out the small things about his body that he'd always been most self-conscious of. He washes his face and walks to Garcia's lair. "Hey there. I guess I'm one of the lucky one, eh? Got back just in time for me."
Spencer smiles genuinely at her. "Just for you," he says softly. "Did you have to go see Thatcher?" She asks. Spencer ignores that fact that he's never told any of the BAU his name before. "Yes," he says. Garcia frowns. "Was he okay?" Spencer nods. "He... He said some not nice things but they were all true." Garcia puts a hand on his shoulder and passes him some folder full of maps. "Are you up for it?" She asks. He nods, happy to have a distraction.
He gets to Rossi's office and knocks softly before entering. Rossi is on the phone and raises a finger to him. "I understand," Rossi says, eyeing Spencer. Spencer looks down and tries to blend in with the door so as not to disturb Rossi at all. The phone is hung up and Rossi beckons him over. "I have something I'd like you to wear," Rossi says. He hands Spencer a purple belly shirt and a pair of white underwear.
Spencer strips out of his clothes and quickly slips the costume on. "Oh Spence. My handsome boy," Rossi coos. Spencer sits on his desk in front of him. "Garcia gave me some cookies. Do you want one, daddy?" Spencer asks. Rossi smiles. "No baby. Those are your you to fill your tummy. Mine is already full," he smiles. Rossi's hands rest on his upper thighs and he frowns for a second.
"You don't want daddy to touch?" Rossi asks with a fake pout. Spencer berates his self for dropping character. "Dun want you to feel how fat they are," he answers honestly. Rossi stands and wraps his arms around Spencer. "You shush. I don't know who put those lies in your head but they aren't true. Come here. To the couch. Let daddy touch," Rossi says.
Rossi slips the underwear down and takes Spencer on the couch. It is slow and warm. Rossi peppers him with kisses and praise. "So gorgeous. So perfect," he whispers. Spencer feels like her suffocating in the heat and passion. It's the closest thing to making love that Spencer has ever experienced. "Daddy," Spencer whispers harshly. "I love you, I love you," Rossi groans before finishing. Spencer whimpers and follows. "Spence, I was serious. Whoever told you that... Insulted you on how you look, well they were wrong. You're beautiful, Spence. You know you're smart and you're going to learn that you're beautiful."
Spencer goes home and takes a shower. He dresses and sits at his desk to write to his mother and sort his bills. Another payment sent in and his damage comes to ninety-nine thousand. He sighs and gets into bed. His stomach feels swirly and sick. His phone goes off once and then again. He opens the phone and finds a message from Derek. "Tell me how your day went," says the first. He opens the second. ",I miss you already" it reads simply.
He puts the phone down and rolls onto his back. Was this a good idea? How long will it take to pay this debt off? If nothing goes wrong he can pay off nearly six thousand a year, but then it will take nearly sixteen years to pay it off. And that's if nothing goes wrong and there's no chance of that happening. Derek doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve to have to worry because his lover is a prostitute. He doesn't deserve to have to think about the fact that Spencer's slept with nearly all of his workmates. He doesn't deserve to be trapped in this. His phone vibrates again.
"I hope you have sweet dreams, Pretty boy."