Disclaimer: I do not own Drake and Josh, or Criminal Minds, just borrowing the characters for non-profit fun.
A/N: I'm trying to find a way to spell check my stuff before posting it, because i always miss things when i pre-read them, if anyone knows of a good way to do it, please let me know. (Computer doesnt have spell check) I'm going to start bringing in the Criminal minds characters, i they're badly written, I apologize. It's been a long time since I've written them... Bare with me.
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They were woken up at ten a.m., as they were every day. Though their confinments were much nicer then those of the boys downstairs, it was still a cell. The same black and white wallpaper rested against their walls, and same iron bars parted the sunlight in their windows.
They had the same beds, got the same empty sleep. Their bathroom was accesable, just through a door in the wall. They took their time, enjoying the privacy as they got ready one by one. When they looked in the mirror, they saw faces that they had always known, never thinking of the ones they'd forgotten. They inspected the collars that they too wore, always searching for a flaw, but never finding it.
Brendon took them to the kitchen every morning, where they made his and their breakfasts. They ate the same as he did, nicer, stronger meals without the pills that the other boys were given. They were given athority over the others, allowed outside more often to keep the yard looking nice. Theirs was an easy life, rarly ever beaten, and almost never messed with by the men who visited. They seemingly had it all...
They hated the boys downstairs for the things they had that they themselves never would. Memories of family and a life outside of imprisonment. Those boys knew what life once was, they held onto it. They had passion, and a deeper range of feelings then they ever would. They'd known the love of their parents, could still feel it.
The rest of them had known this way of life for as long as they could remember, being taken when they were very young and raised to live this way. For them, this was living, this was a good life.
They hated those boys, more then they could hate their lives as they were. Their deepest pleasure came in punishing them, making them hurt like they did. Making them forget about the things they'd once had, watching them suffer. It was their only happiness, the only thing that was theirs and theirs alone.
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Meghan's eyes were blurring from hours of looking at the computer when she finally stumbled upon something. It wasn't much, and the quality was terrible, but she knew it was Drake. She'd recognize him anywhere.
The video was from a security camera across the street from some older unused warehouse buildings, the image she was watching far back in the corner. She'd almost missed it completly. She could see a man stepping out from the driver's side of the car, opening the passenger side and pulling out an unconcious boy. Her brother, Drake.
She felt her knuckles glow white as she clenched her fists, watching as Drake's limp body was moved into the trunk of the car, as the man moved around his body, tieing him up, she assumed. And then he was back in the driver's seat, driving off of the screen and away from watching eyes.
She wasted no time linking the video to a file under an anonomous name that couldnt be traced back to her and sending it to the police. She couldnt see the license plate with her computer, but, she knew the cops had the technology to clear it up.
For the first time in over a week she felt the smallest breath of relief. They had a chance now, Drake had a chance. She hoped against everything that he was okay, and that this would help the police find him. That man, he'd best hope she never found him.
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It had been three days since they'd sat in the cemetary, and the weight of those thoughts was heavy on Drake's mind. They had been put back into their regular routine, and so far, it had been without incident. But he lived in constant fear of those beatings, of those men who would visit again. He pushed himself harder then he ever had to do things right. he didnt want to be hurt, didnt want to see the others hurt.
He stood at the window in the foyer, cleaning it as he watched the world outside pass him by. He was loosing track of how long he'd been here, of the things he was trying so hard to remember. He was falling into the will of the drugs that were forced down his throat everyday. Their faces were fading, their voices almost completely gone. Even knowing that, he couldn't bring himself to cry. It was as if he'd already given all the tears he had, he was just accepting things as they were now.
Drake understood why the other boys had given up and taken the only way out. They would never be found, never be rescued from this. If he'd done his math right, boys had been being brought here for eight years, one boy for every six monthes, sixteen missing including himself. Twelve of them dead, the other four slowly dying. No one had found them yet, so, what were the odds that they ever would?
They were in the Laundry room when Dustin and Richard came in, not saying a word as they grabbed Drake by the arms and dragged him out.
"What did I do?" He begged as they forced him out the door. He'd been trying so hard, he was sure he hadnt done anything wrong.
"Shut up." Dustin barked as they took him to Brendon's office.
It didnt take Drake long to find Brendon behind his desk, or to see the back of the man standing in front of it. The tears he'd thought he was ride of were burning behind his eyes as he looked at the man from that night...
"Drake," brendon said smoothly. "You remember Zack, don't you?"
It took a moment for Drake to find his voice. "Yes sir." he said, words shaking.
"He's taken quite a liking to you. You'll be spending the rest of your day with him, understood?"
The tears were falling. "Yes sir..." He didnt beg with his voice, but with his eyes. Silently begging not to be left alone with the man.
Brendon smiled, turning back to Zack. "Boys, take Drake to the guest room, have him ready for when Zack and I are finished with our transaction."
"Yes sir." they answered in unison, dragging Drake out of the office.
He tried to pull away, to break his arms free as they walked him up the stairs, down a hall he'd neverseen. He wanted to scream, but couldnt find his voice. The guest room wasnt like the ones he'd seen in normal homes. There was a large bed, fancy sheets streached across it, but there were chains tangled in its iron frame. There were shackles on the brightly painted walls, the sharp contrast making them stand out to Drake's wide eyes. Dark, shining metal against pale pastel wallpaper.
Beautiful paintings of far away landscapes hung everywhere, a large mirror rested on the wall across from the bed. The window was open, letting the warm air gently rush in, letting it carry away the scents of the incents on the dresser that didnt hold clothes.
Drake was forced against the wall as his shirt was taken off, thrown onto the soft carpet and forgotten. His wrists were locked into the shakles as he begged them not to do it. Richard pulled a large cloth gag from the dresser and tied it into Drake's mouth, stopping his pleads.
Dustin took a small whip from another drawer, hitting him three times with moderate force. He didnt break the skin, but he left thin, stinging welts across drake's back. He cried as quietly as he could, hoping that they wouldn't hit him again.
They stood there, watching him and laughing until Zack came into the room. There were instructed to wait outside, should he need them. Then they were gone, and Drake found himself wishing they were still there. He didnt want to be alone with this man.
Zack whistled as he approached Drake, leaning against his back and touching the fresh red welts. He laughed softly as Drake cringed at the sudden pain.
"I've been thinking about you." He whispered. "Brendon has always had a good eye for what his friends want, and for you, I have the extra cash."
Drake tried to plead with him, his words nothing more then desperate murmurs.
"Shh." Zack whispered, "We havent even begun yet."
He stepped away from Drake, pulling a blindfold and leather strap from the dresser as he hummed one of Drake's songs. He tied the blindfold tightly against his eyes, slapping his ass before stepping away and lashing the leather strap against his back. He screamed as the hit landed, harder then the ones Dustin had given him, his entire back tingled. He was hit again and again, until his back burnt with pain and was a bright red. There were welts everywhere, and in some places, blood.
Zack put the strap back into its drawer and unlocked the cuffs holding drake up. he caught him as he began to fall, carrying him over toward the bed and laying him down before locking his wrists into the chains at its head. It hurt to lay on his back, the pain of every movement coursing through him.
Zack climbed on top of him, grinding his hips against drake's as he moaned. ""Ive been waiting for this..." he said between moans, slowly winding his hand around drake, pressing into his back with sharp, piercing fingernails.
All he could do was scream. Scream at the pain, at the growing fear for what he knew was coming. His tears continued to fall, soaking into the blindfold and dripping down his cheeks.
He felt Zack move off of him, pulling away his pants and he went wild. he kicked blindly, trying to pull himself into a protective ball and keep away the man who meant to hurt him. zack stepped to the side, grabbing Drake's ankle roughly and holding it down as he jumped back on top of him. He ripped away the blindfold, looking into wide, frightened brown eyes.
"I'm glad to be your first here." he said with a mocking smile. "it's no fun if one of the others gets you first."
Drake cried as Zack ran his hands over him, touching him and hurting him. he tried to distract his body from the things that were happening to it, tried to make it stop responding in a way that betrayed him. He felt disgusted with himself as his member rose in response to the things Zack did to it, as it finally gave Zack what he wanted. Exhausted and betrayed, Drake layed his head back in defeat. He'd never hated himself more.
He watched with empty eyes as Zack moved his legs, positioning himself between them. Though he was given no warning, no preparation, he knew what was going to happen. His body arched with pain as Zack forced himself in, thrusting against him over and over. The harder and faster Zack thrust, the more Drake cried as a new pain made his body its home.
Drake tried to look away from the hungry face of the man who was raping him, only to see himself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. He saw what was happening, and he felt himself go numb. He turned away from his reflection, looking toward the open window, his cries being carried away on the soft breeze. He watched the clouds drift lazily by, counting the seconds it took for them to dissapear from his vision. Anything to distract him from what was happening, to take his mind away...
Every time Zack caught him drifting off, he hit him. A quick, sharp slap to the face to bring him back into the here and now. He coud taste the blood from his lip leaking past the saliva soaked gag and trickling down his throat.
When zack was finally finished he laughed. "That was excellant!" He said, starring down at the broken boy on the bed. "Soon, we'll have to do this again soon."
Drake didnt say anything, not that his words would have been heard if he tried. He layed there, body throbbing and eyes empty as he tried not to look at Zack. He waited until Zack was dressed and gone to relax, feeling the pain travel in waves down his body.
Not long after Zack had left, Dustin and Richard came in to get him. The freed his wrists, throwing his clothes at him and demanding that he get dressed. He put his old clothes on as fast as he could, not resisting as they grabbed his arms and forced him back to the basement, locking him into the bathroom.
He stumbled over toward the shower, turning the water on as hot as he could and sat within its falling water. He cried there, alone and hurting. He watched the blood wash away from between his thighs, felt it trickling down his back. He waited until the water faded into an icy cold to pull himself out of it. he didnt look at himself as he pulled on a fresh pair of clothes, didnt look at Dustin and Richard as they pushed him into his cell and left him there. He just curled up on his bed, letting the tears fall, the bittersweat relief of being alone wash over him.
He didnt look at the other boys when they were brought down to clean up after their work was done, nor did he eat when the food was layed out. He simply stared at the windows, truly knowing what those other boys must have felt like when they were here.
It wasnt until after they were locked up for the night, and the others had gone that his friends came to him. he didnt want to talk to them, not now. Damien sat on the floor beside his bed, this time holding drake's hand, giving him what comfort he could. Drake squeezed his hand, holding back the tears that wanted to fall at such a small act of kindness.
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As soon as their current case was over JJ preparred the files for the next one. She'd spent the last three days looking into the missing boys from California, and, was sure there was something there. She waited until the team was assembled in the conference room before handing out the files sh'd preparred.
"Over the last eight years sixteen boys have gone missing, each one is taken six monthes after the last, usually from oublic places. None of them have been found. The last one was Drake parker, he dissapeared around ten days ago. Six monthes to the day from when Evan Blooms went missing. All of them are from different parts of California, which is why the dissapearences havent been linked together."
"Do any of the local police have any leads at all?" hotch asked. There was a case here, but, if there wasnt anything to go on, then they couldnt do much.
"The police in San Diago were linked a low quality video this morning from an unknown person," JJ said, pulling up the video. "It's not very clear, but that is Drake Parker being moved into the trunk of the car."
"Do they have a match on the license plate?" Morgan asked, watching in disgust as the man drove off the screen.
"they've traced the car back to a Paul Servino, he checked into a motel a week before the kidnapping, checked out the day of." JJ said.
"He gave himself enough time to study the kids routine before taking him." hotch obserbed.
"Looks like we're going to San Diago." Gideon said, staring at the video on the progector. Hopefully, they werent too late.
They were getting ready to board the jet when JJ called Audrey, letting her know that they were taking the case and on their way to California. She could hear the pain and relief in Audrey's voice as she thanked her. But JJ knew it was too early for thanks. They didn't have much to go on right now, and the trail was ten days cold.