Disclaimer: I dont own the characters of Drake and Josh, or Criminal Minds. The lyrics to We Want Them Young belongto Emilie Autumn.\
A/N: I want to apologize for how badly the Criminal minds characters are being written..Ive lost touch with them...
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It had been two days since she'd watched the scene in the interrogation room. Two days since she'd gone home, turned on her computer and read words that had broken her heart.
"Man in charge of one of the largest sexual slavery rings finally caught!"
"Hundreds of missing teenagers found, more still missing."
She'd read every article on the internet, sitting at her computer as if frozen in time. She wanted to believe that those sorts of people hadnt taken Drake, that when Paul had said indentured servitude, he'd meant just that. But a part of her believed that this Gregory Sanders and the buisness he'd run had something to do with the men who'd taken Drake. It was killing her.
What sort of monsters would do that? To children no less? She tried not to think about it, but even in her nightmares she could see it. Thirteen days had passed since she'd seen her son, she didnt want to imagine what could have happened to him in that time.
Today was paul Servino's trial. She dragged herself out of bed, feeling her bones screach with the movement. She hadnt been eating, or sleeping, and her body could feel it. She wanted to be there, to see that man get what he deserved. She needed to see him be put away for what he'd done.
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The BAU team had spent the last two days doing everything they could to try and find another lead. paul still refused to tell them anything more, no matter what they'd tried to offer. They'd split into two person groups and were driving all over the state, talking to the families of the missing boys. Each team took with them a mugshot of Paul, hoping that one of the families recognized him, that maybe he'd had an accomplice that they'd be able to track.
Some of the boys had been missing so long that their families couldnt offer anything. Eight years was a long time after all. Almost none of them had ever seen the man. A seven year old girl in LanCaster knew him.
"He was at mcDonalds." She said, eyes wide as she looked at the picture. "My brother used to take me there for shakes after school."
"did he talk to you and your brother?" Elle asked.
"Everyday." She said. "He was a very nice man." She smiled, but it soon dissapeared. "Did he take my brother away?" Abigale asked.
"We think so." Reid said, patting her on the shoulder.
She twisted her fingers around a locket hanging from her neck, looking up to the agents with big, blue eyes. "Are you going to bring my brother back?"
"Were gonna try." Elle said, feeling her heart ache. She couldnt promise anything to this little girl, but, they'd try.
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Drake was in the foyer when he saw the cars pulling up in the long driveway. All of them shining cleanly in the bright sunlight. Four cars, all of them driven by men with large wallets and depraved eyes. He watched in silence as Brendon let them into the house, all looking at him, but none saying a word as he was looked over like a piece of meat. They followed Brendon into his office, leaving Drake with a new feeling of dread.
~...We want them young We want them fresh
We want them We want them now!...~
The men stood around Brendon's desk, eyes hard as they waited for him to sit down.
"Gentlemen." he said, looking up at them. "What can I do for you?"
"Your man was arrested the other day." one of them said. "Will he give out your information?"
"No." Brendon said with a smile. "Paul knew the risks comng into this, and he knows the risks of saying anything."
"Good." the oldest man said, smiling wickedly. "This has been very stressful for us, brendon."
"A little relaxation is all we need now." Said another.
"Assurance that our time and money isnt wasted on you." Said the third.
Brendon smiled, ringing a bell. "I'll have the boys ready for you within the hour."
The men smiled, pulling out their wallets. They paid in cash.
~...We want our freedom from this prison
Help us! Please let us out!...~
The boys were pulled away from their work and shoved into their bathroom. No special clothing was layed out for them this time, just clean copies of their regular work clothes. They cleaned and dressed quickly, knowing the punishments for stalling.
Drake could see the change in their eyes, the moment they started to numb themselves to what was happening around them and he knew what was coming. He tried to harden himself to the fear that was settling in his stomach. Tried to push away the tears as Brent and Dustin came in and took Ash and Damien away.
Minutes later Benny and Richard came for him and Zane. taking them roughly by the arms and leading them toward the guest bedroom.
"Please, dont do this." Drake begged, only to be hit. He placed his hand against the throbbing pain in his cheek.
He didnt know where they'd taken Ash and Damien, but they were gone from his thoughts as soon as they were taken into the guest room, shackled against those painfully pastel walls. Zack was there, waiting for him with a grotesque gleam in his eyes.
~...I should be home by now…
Someone will come for me…...~
The only thing he could do as he was being raped again was think of home. He pushed away the thoughts of what was happening and just focused on what had been. Those memories brought tears to his eyes, but they were better then the pain that was ripping through him now.
He grasped onto the hope that soon this would all be over, the dream that they would all be rescued and taken away from the life that was killing them. In their darkest moments, these empty hopes were all any of them had.
When the men were finished the boys were discarded and taken away. Hurt and ashamed, they were marched back toward their bathroom to clean themselves up. They didnt say anything to each other, and drake was glad for that. he didnt want to talk right now, if he tried, all of the tears he was holding back would break free.
As soon as they were cleaned up they were taken back to their work stations, as if nothing had happened. They had to work faster to make up for the hour that they had spent away. they werent given any sort of break that time, no time to rest their bodies from their abuse. Brendon wanted his house clean, wanted his guests to see what hard, obidient workers he had.
~... was they who sent you to our fine institution
You're difficult, we are the solution
God, didn't you know, didn't you think, didn't you see, Fool!...~
It wasnt until after his dinner that he went to see the boys. They were in the kitchen, cleaning up his dishes when he went to pour himself a glass of wine. He'd seen so many come and go over the years. He watched them a they looked at him with fear and disgust in their tired eyes. A million angry words on their tongues, yet not a sound came from them.
How long would this lot last? he wondered as he watched them. Such free spirits when they'd been taken, but all of that had been quickly remedied. They should have known, should have seen that their good looks and unique talents would get them into trouble.
Fools, the lot of them. he chuckled as he left the room. They were all holding on to their delusions of rescue, their hopes in having back the lives he'd robbed them of. But they never would, they were his, and they were bringing him more money then he could possibly use. Even after they were dead and burried, new ones would be brought in.
This was the life. He went to work, kept up appearences and tied up any loose ends. He made his money and watched the lights in their eyes die. It was an easy, happy life.
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Audrey watched with shallow eyes as Paul took the stand, refusing to say anything to help the police in their search for the missing boys. His face held the same mocking calm as it had when the FBI had interrogated him. She hated that man. More then anything she wanted to jump up from her seat and hit him. She wanted to destroy that thin smile that never left his lips.
Three years in prison. that was all he'd gotten. she felt cheated by his sentence. It wasnt enough, life in prison wouldnt have been enough. She didnt feel the pleasure she thought she would have as she watched the police take him away. No, the emptiness and hurt only thickened as she sat there, waiting to leave.
She entered her house, looking into her childrens curious faces and it was all she could do not to cry in front of them. The man who had taken drake was in prison, but they were no closer to finding him, to bringing him home. She refused to tell them about gregory Sanders, about what the FBI was surly suspecting drake had been taken for. It had been hard enough to tell Walter, she couldnt put that horror into their minds as well.
After Audrey had dismissed herself from the room, Meghan turned toward Josh, her eyes dark. "She's not telling us everything."
"Yeah..." josh said.
Meghan stared at Josh, the tears in his eyes shimmering as they fell down his cheeks. She didnt care that he was hurting, right now, she hated him. "This is all your fault." She said quietly, glarring at him.
"What?" He asked, shocked to hear her say it. He'd been thinking it, but, if no one said it aloud, then he didnt have to believe it.
"If you hadnt been so hard on him, he might still be here." She accused. She knew that that man had been payed to kidnap Drake, that he might have been taken even if he and Josh hadnt been fighting, but, drake had been alone, there had been no one by his side and she blamed Josh.
Josh turned his eyes to the floor, swallowing hard. "I know..." he whispered.
"I hate you." She said, running toward her room.
"I hate me too." Josh said, falling to his knees.
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~...It's far too crowded in this cell
We are not living — we're in Hell!
When will the tables finally turn?
When will they fall?...~
They were alone in their cell that night before any of them spoke. They were tired, they were hurting. Their bodies ached from their constant abuse, the hunger that was never fully quieted. Empty eyes looked over their surroundings, sore from crying and lack of sleep. In the dark of their cell they saw more clearly then they did in the morning light. Their scars whispered loudly in the silence.
"Something happened today." Ash said, looking at his friends. "They never just show up like that."
"Do you think the police are on to them?" Zane asked, empty hope in his vioce.
"Don't know." Ash replied, "But something was different."
"It'll all be over soon." Damien said from his bed. "No more pain, Just the emptiness that it leaves behind. The darkness will dissapear as the light takes over." he sighed, cringing as he turned away from them, closing his eyes as the nightmares crept on the edge of his vision. "No more drowning," he said softly. "Just a hell much less cruel then the one we know."
Ash got out of bed, going to sit with Damien. He let the younger boy lay his head in his lap as he cried himself to sleep.
"Do you really think someone will find us?" Drake asked, not wanting to hope to hard.
"After being here this long..." Zane said, eyes closed. "I dont know."
"They have to get caught eventually." Drake said quietly. They couldnt just get away with this. The things they'd done, the things they were still doing... They had to get caught eventually, pay for it all.
"Something needs to happen," Ash said. "We cant keep living like this."
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The BAU sat around their table, looking over everything they had for the hundreth time. even after two days of talking to the families of the missing kids, they didnt have more then they'd started with.
"They take one kid every six monthes, all of them from a different city." Hotch said.
"The distance between where they're taken and the length of time between is why no one's connected them yet." JJ said. "All from different jurisdictions."
"They all had different talents, something that made them stand out." Reid mused. "Whoever hired paul was probably with him when he noticed them. Most buyers want to see a product for themselves before buying it." he didnt like refering to people that way, but, that was how their unsub saw them. He knew that feeling all to well.
"He probably wouldnt take a kid from his own city, so, they've got to be in another one." Morgan said, eyes straining over a map of the state.
"There are 456 cities in California." Reid said. "We can rule out sixteen of them."
"There has to be an easy way to figure this out." Elle said, looking at the map. "We cant just wait for another kid to go missing."
"If he keeps to his schedule, that wont be for another five monthes." Gideon said. "And it would only mark one more city off of the map."
'it would take 220 years to narrow down where they are." reid said quietly.
"There has to be something were not seeing." JJ said.
"whoever has them has a big enough home to keep them in, assumong he's not selling them off. And a staff capable of keeping them under control." Hotch said.
"The house would probably be more isolated, so, they arnt in a bigger city." Morgan chipped in.
"Wherever they are, we need them to make some sort of wrong move, or we might not find them at all." Gideon said, rubbing his temples.