A/N: This fic was originally supossed to be only fifteen chapters long. Id intended it to be short, but, its taken away with me. Theres still a lot I want to do with it, and, a lot I wish I'd remembered to do with the previous chapters. Its been crazy, but, I'm proad of it, and, I'm grateful for those of you who spare the time to read it, and the select handful of you that leave me reviews because what I've done has entertained, or meant something to you. thanks guys.

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The members of the BAU wasted no time in requesting the arrest warrent for Zack Hanes and flying down to Santa Clarita. This was their first serious lead, and they werent going to let it slip through their fingers. He'd had Drake's blood on his shirt, he knew where he was. They only hoped that the kid was still alive, that if they found him, they'd find the others.

Reid was sitting against the window on the jet, letting the cool glass relax his very tense self. He was worried, what if they were too late? What if Zack wouldn't talk? He tried to push the bad thoughts away, to focus on the bit of hope that had shone in on this case.

Gideon made his way over to Reid, sitting next to him. "We'll find them." He said, confidently.

"I know." Reid said, though he wasnt sure. He wanted to belive in Gideon's confidence, he always had before.

"As soon as we land we're heading straight to the police station. They should have him in custody by then. We have real evidence, the guy will talk."

"what if he killed him?" Reid asked weakly.

"Then he wouldnt have made the mistake of giving over that shirt." Gideon replied.

They entered the Santa Clarita police station, their faces set and minds determined. They would get their answers, they didnt care what it took. They approached the Chief of police, standing politly as Gideon introduced them and shook his hand.

"Has he said anything yet?" Gideon asked.

"Not to us. He's already called in his lawyer, he hasnt shown up yet." The chief of police said.

"I'd like to see him now." Gideon said politly.

"of course." The chief said, leading them to the interrogation room.

Zack looked up in irritation as the door opened. He was angry, there was no hiding it. Angery at being so careless, at the conditions he was here under. He watched the FBI agents walk into the room, their disgust plain on their faces as they sat across from him. Where the hell was his lawyer?

"Zack Hanes, Im Agent Gideon, this is Agent Hotchner." Gideon said, resting his hands on the table as he starred Zack in the eye.

"I don't care who you are." Zack spat.

Gideon ignored the disrespect. "Where's Drake parker?" he asked.

"I know where part of him is." Zack sneered, looking at his old shirt in its evidence bag. "Fucking whore."

Gideon forced himself to remain calm. It was obvious that Zack thought very highly of himself. "Where's the rest of him?"

"Does it matter?" Zack asked. "I wont be seeing him anytime soon, where he ends up doesnt matter to me."

"It matters to us. Your in a lot of trouble right now, cooperating is your best choice right now."

"What's in it for me?" Zack asked sarcastically. "I tell you what you want to know, and then i'm left to rot, looking like one of the bad guys."

You are one of the bad guys. Gideon thought as he sighed. "The judge is a little bit kinder to people who help with the investigation." he said, being vague. he didnt want this pervert to get a lighter sentence, but he could see that Zack wouldnt talk otherwise.

"I want a deal, like on television." Zack said, and i dont want to be in the same Prison as the reat of them. If I help you, they'll find out."

"We can do that, but you need to tell us where he is, if he's alive." Gideon said, looking to the bloodied shirt.

"Oh, he's alive." Zack smirked. "I was going to buy him for myself, even after the little whore stabbed me. He's a pretty one, has a great voice."

"Where is he?" gideon asked again.

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Drake was in the foyer, doing again what he felt like he'd always done. How many times had he cleaned this room? He didnt think it'd ever actually been dirty, yet here he was, cleaning it again. He'd smelt these chemicals so many times, he knew them by scent. He knew every minor scratch on the wood, where each flaw in the paint was hiding. He was sure that he could clean this room with his eyes closed.

He was washing the windows when he saw the cars speeding down the road, lights flashing against the sunlight. He was sure that he was hallucinating as he watched them comeing closer, turning down into the long driveway. He was so lost in what those flashing lights meant that he didnt hear Richard come up behind him, didnt know that he was there until he'd been grabbed roughly by the arm.

"What's going on?" he asked, answered only by a smack. He let the taste of blood settle on his tongue as the chain around he ankle was unlocked.

"get downstairs." Richard barked, forceing him away from the window and towards the basement door.

He tried to pull away from Richard, to go back to the window. Those were police cars, this was their one chance... Richard hit him again, dazing him long enough to drag his across the room and toward the now open door. Zane and Ash were being lead toward the stairs too, their eyes lighting up as they saw what drake was looking at outside.

Brendon had stormed down the stairs, looking towards the front door in utter anger. "Get them downstairs now!" he yelled.

The boys were forced down the stairs in a chaotic hustle, more then once they'd almosh fallen over each other, nearly went crashing toward the floor. They were forced into their cell, each of them pressed against the bars a few feet away from the other and forced to sit on the cold floor. They were held there, hands forced through the bars and behind their backs as Brendon snapped the handcuffs over their thin wrists.

"Gag them." he ordered Brent. "The rest of you, upstairs to your room." he wasnt going to risk a single one of them out in the open. He didnt know why the police were here, but he wasnt stupid either. They knew, he knew that they did.

Brent went to work quickly, one at a time he forced a large wad of cloth into each boys mouth before securing it with another length of cloth tied around their heads. He walked out of their cell, stopping only to make sure the handcuffs on each of them were tightly secured before shutting off the light and hurrying upstairs.

The boys pulled at their bound wrists, knowing that this was their only chance to be rescued. they'd all been so close to giving in to fate, to just accepting what they had been told was going to happen that hope had slipped away. They tried to yell, but their voices were muffled, barly loud enough to echo against the heavy walls. They refused to give up, to let this moment slip by them. They wanted to go home.

Brent rushed around the foyer, trying to pick up all of the cleaning supplies and get them out of sight. He knew what police meant, they would come in, and, if they knew what was going on, they'd take them away. When he had been younger, he'd dreamed of that, but now... He was very used to this life, he'd grown into it. He was the most trusted slave in the house, the first person brendon turned to when somthing needed to be done. He didnt know how to survive in the world outside, he didnt want to try.

he moved everything to the supply room and ran back into the foyer, panting as he approached Brendon. "Sir?" He asked, waiting for his orders.

"Go back downstairs, keep them quiet." brendon said, almost fondly.

"Yes sir." Brent replied, heading toward the basement and shutting the door as he decended the stairs.

He rushed down them in the dim light, not bothering to flip the switch on. He moved toward the boys, all of whom were pulling at the handcuffs, trying to break free. "be quiet." he ordered, entering their cell and glarring at them.

Ash tried to insult him, he was punched across the jaw. He glarred at Brent, pulling until he felt the skin around his wrist break. He could feel the blood on his palms, and he didnt care. He'd told himself that he would do anything to get them out of this. He'd promised them that he wouldn't let them be seperated and hurt. He'd promised Damien that he'd tell his sister he loved her. he wasnt going to back down, not now.

Ash continued to try and yell, the others followed his lead. They screamed as loud as they could, not caring that their voices were trapped behind that heavy basement door. They werent going to give up.

"Shut up!" brent's voice boomed as he stepped out of the cell, grabbing a flogger and moving back in front of them. "I will hit you." he threatened.

Ash let out a muffled laugh as he starred into brent's eyes. Daring him. Angry, Brent swung, hitting Ash in the face. One of the straps cut him, a long streak across his eye from eyebrow to cheek. Ash gritted hit teeth against the pain, never letting his determination fade.

Brent stepped toward Drake, kneeling over him and wrapping his hands around his throat. "be quiet, or i will kill him." He said dangerously, tightening his hold as Drake struggled in his grasp.

Ash and Zane both stopped yelling, watching carefully as brent kept his grip on Drake. They wouldnt risk his life, and the look in Brent's eyes told them that he was serious.

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Brendon took a moment to compose himself before walking toward the door. he could see the agents nearing his front steps and it took everything he had to clear the look of anger from his face. He opened the door just before they knocked, staring at them with empty eyes.

"Can i help you?" he asked, trying to sound confused.

"Brendon Montgomery?"

"Yes, and who are you?"

"Special agent Jason Gideon, FBI. You're under arrest, and we have a warrent to search your house." Gideon said, presenting the warrent.

"Under arrest? For what?" Brendon asked, pretending he'd done nothing wrong.

"The kidnapping of at least sixteen teenagers and the prostitution ring your running through your house." Gideon said, not bothering to hide his disgust as he grabbed brendon and forced him againth the wall. "Find the kids." he said to the others as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

They knew. He wasn't sure how they'd found out, right now he didnt care. Everything he'd worked for, all of it was slipping away faster then he could track. His home, his buisness. The life he'd so carefully sculpted and protected was falling apart.

"Stay out of my house!" he yelled as the anger tore through him.

"Where are they?" Hotch demanded, eyes hard.

"Go to hell." Brendon snarled, spitting at Hotch's feet.

"Get him out of here." gideon spat, handing Brendon off to one of the local police.

The team entered the house, stopping for only a secound as they observed the surroundings. They were sure that there was more money invested in the foyer alone then they had in their own homes. They knew where the money to craft it had come from, and it sickened them.

"Hotch, Elle, you check upstairs." Gideon said, looking toward the stairs. "Morgan and Reid, find the basement and search it. JJ, hep me check this floor."

They all nodded, seperating as they began their search. Every room had a chain attached to the wall, and it sent chills down their spines. They'd seen chains like that in Sander's place, when they'd rescued Reid...

How much had these kids suffered to pay for the elaborate decorations throughout this house? They didnt want to think about it. This house, as beautiful as it may be, would haunt their memories. It was paved on a road of blood and torture.

Hotch and Elle went from room to room of the upstairs, their stomachs turning at almost every one. They found the entertainment room, the cages glimmering against the afternoon sunlight, the chains and whips hanging from the walls. The guest room, blood still soaked into the carpet... When they finally found the boys room, after Hotch had kicked in the locked door, they starred in shock at the three larger boys standing in the middle of the room.

"Are you okay?" Elle asked, stepping toward them carefully.

"Who are you?" Benny asked, looking at them cautiously.

"We're here to take you home." Hotch said.

"This is our home." Richard said.

"We're going to take you back to your familes." Elle said gently, seeing how wary they were.

"We don't have families." benny said.

These werent any of the sixteen boys they'd read files for, their faces didnt match any of the photos they'd studied. They didnt know who these boys were.

"Who are you guys?" Hotch asked.

"We run things for Brendon, we control the slaves." Dustin said, smiling.

Hotch looked over to Elle, unsure of how to handle this bunch. They were collared and locked up, it was obvious that they were slaves here, but they werent the ones they'd come to rescue. They were intimidating, but they were captives all the same.

"What do you mean?" Elle asked cautiously, ready to pull her gun if she needed it.

"We keep the lesser slaves in line," Richard said. "We make sure they do their chores, if we control them, then we arnt beaten."

"When they're bad, we punish them." dustin grinned. "We're the good ones."

Hotch looked toward Elle, nodding. Until they knew what was going on, these three were leaving in handcuffs.

Gideon and JJ entered Brendon's office, starring at the painting on the walls. they were all made by very sad boys, each brushstroke radiated pain, reflected suffering. They turned away from them, moving toward the desk and looking through the papers hidden there. In a black leather journal, JJ found records of every transaction Brendon had made, every dollar he'd earned from every pervert who'd payed him to 'visit' each of the boys. On the front page a list of the pills and dosages the boys were on.

"He's kept records of all of it..." She said quietly, hands shaking. "The names of everyone he's lent them out to... how much they payed him..." She said in disgust.

Gideon took the book, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll get them all." he said. He opened the top drawer, finding Brendon's spare ring of keys and taking it. "See what else you can find here." he said, hateing to leave her to search these papers. He could only imagine the horros written on their pages.

Morgan and Reid stood before the set of doors standing together, staring at them. The first one they opened was the isolation room, they stared into that small closet in disgust. Seeing the chains handing from the ceiling, the other tools within it used to subdue and quiet whom ever was locked inside. Reid shuddered, pushing back the memories as he stepped away from the room, opening the basement door.

Brent heard the door open and stepped away from Drake, chuckling as he shuddered and tried to move away from him. he was sure that it was Brendon, comeing to tell him that things had been settled. he moved toward the cell door, starring in disbelief as the FBI agents descended the stairs.

It didnt take Morgan long to spot Brent standing there, glarring at them, or to see the three boys handcuffed to the bars of the cell. Within seconds his face hardened and he was at the bottom of the stairs, forcing brent against the wall and locking his arm behind his back.

"Who are you?" he demanded, watching as Reid ran toward the boys.

Reid entered the dark cell, pulling the cord to the lightbulb and quickly moving to pull the gags from the boys mouths. He saw the fresh cut on Ash's face, the bruses on their arms, the red handprints on drake's neck.

"Who are you?" Ash asked, pulling at the handcuffs still holding him down.

"Agent Spencer Reid. he said. "Were gonna get you out of here." He looked toward Morgan, eyes desperate. "We need the keys."

"Where are the keys?" morgan demanded.

"brendon has them." Brent said, his mind panicing. "Where is he, where's the master?"

"Master?" Morgan said, his grip lossening, though not enough for Brent to break his hold.

"The man who bought us." brent said, trying to break free. "What did you do to him?"

"He's been arrested. Are you a prisoner here too?" Morgan asked.

brent scoffed. "I'm not the lowly slave they are. I lead the others, I enforce Brendon's rules."

Morgan turned to Ried. "Get Gideon, and get those keys."

Reid nodded, running toward the sairs. The moment he saw Gideon he was at his side. "We found three of them, their handcuffed downstairs, we need the keys."

Hotch was leading the other three down the stairs, looking at reid and Gideon. "The others are in the basement." he said.

"i know." Reid said, hands shaking.

"Who are they?" gideon asked, looking at Richard, Benny and Dustin.

Hotch told Gideon everything that they had told him, waiting for a command on what to do with them. He didnt know whether he should treat them like the bad guys, or the victims.

"take them to the police car." Gideon said. He needed time to think.

"We cant go outside the lines." Richard said, eyes widening. "If we cross the lines, we'll be shocked."

"What?" Elle asked.

"The collars." benny said. "If we go out the front door, we get hurt."

Gideon moved toward them, fumbling with the keys in his hands until he found the one he needed. They'd had those collars on for so long that breathing seemed harder without them. They watched as the collars fell to the floor, their clatter echoing against the walls.

"Get them outside." gideon said, following Reid to the basement.

Gideon spared only a mment to look at morgan, to see that he had brent firmly in his grasp before rushing toward the handcuffed boys. "Are you boys okay?" he asked, trying each of the smaller keys until he found the right one. One by one, he uncuffed them, watching as they pulled their wrists through the bars and began rubbing the circulation back into them.

"Are you here to take us home?" Zane asked, eyes pleading as he watched gideon stare at them.

"yes." Gideon offered a smile, finding the collar key and moving toward the boys. "Lets get those collars off of you." he said gently.

"What about this one?" Morgan asked.

"Take him to the ploice car." gideon said harshly as he handed the keys to Reid so that Morgan could remove the collar.

He looked at the three of them as they stood together, they were different them the photos he'd studied. Pale, thin, it was obvious that they had suffered greatly while being here. He looked around their cell, seeing the mass of empty beds, then turned his attention back to them. "There were other boys, taken like all of you, are they here?" he asked.

Ash stepped forward, looking over gideon carefully before letting his guard drop. "Outside, we can show you." he said quietly.

Gideon and Reid followed the three of them through the house, out the back door and across the yard. Their hearts beat faster as they saw what the boys were walking towards, what lay hidden behind the willow trees branches.

Ash walked toward Damien's stone, falling to his knees in front of it. He placed his hand against it, not caring if the agents saw his tears. "They're here." he said, looking toward the unmarked stones.

In that moment he knew that he would never see Damien's stone again, would have no ther chance to say goodbye to his closest friend. His sorrow turned to anger as he pulled himself to his feet, legs shaking as he stormed toward gideon, hitting him on the chest as hard as he could.

"Why didnt you come sooner?' he demanded through his tears. "If you'd have come sooner, Damien would still be here!" He closed his eyes, falling to his knees. They werent really to blame for Damien's death, he knew that. But right now, in this moment of pain and relief, he needed someone to blame.

"Im sorry." Gideon said, kneeling down and placing a hand on Ash's shoulder. "Let's get you out of here."

They walked with the boys across the lawn, watching them hesitate as they crossed the lines where the invisable fence lay. They rounded the corner, seeing the police cars waiting for them and they finally exhaled. They were really going home.

Ash looked through the windows until he found the car that brendon was in, and he starred brendon in the eye, pushing away his hurt so that he could smile. It was a dangerous smile, one that ignited Brendon's anger. He'd told brendon that he would be there laughing when his world crumbled.

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Audrey didnt care that she was speeding, that Walter was gripping his seat in fear as she drove down the long roads. They'd found Drake! Her baby was alive, he was safe. It was a three hour drive to Santa Clarita, where Drake was. He'd only been three hours away all of this time...

She swallowed the tears as she drove, wanting to see him, to touch him. She needed to know that this was real, that he was really there. She followed the electronic voice of the GPS, letting it lead her through the unfamilier strees until finally they were at the police station. She jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut as she ran toward the front doors, bursting through them. Frantically, she searched the lobby for Drake, Starring at every face for seconds before moving to the next. Then she saw him, standing next to two others boys, and her heart stopped.

It was as if everything else around her faded out of existence, every sound died away as her heart beat loudly in her ears. The florescent light shone down on him, illuminating his pale skin. So pale... He was standing there, eyes lost in the chaos around him as his body shook.

"Drake..." his name was a whisper on her trembaling lips. "Drake!" She called, running toward him.

He heard a familier voice call out him name, and slowly, he turned toward it. He stared at the woman running toward him, tears falling from her eyes as she called out his name again. He knew that voice, had heard it in his dreams. He stared into those pain filled eyes as they looked over his battered body, and he remembered.

"Mom..." he whispered. The tears he might have held back broke free as he moved toward her, as she pulled him into her arms. He fell into those arms, feeling his strength give out. "mom."He whispered as he burried his face into her warm shoulder. he couldn't stop crying as he felt her move her hands over him, assuring them both that the other was really there.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him so tightly she thought she'd break him. She couldnt hold back the tears as she felt his thin body press against her, as his hair brushed across her cheek. He was trembaling in her arms, his tears soaking through her sweater and onto her skin. "Oh Drake," She said loveingly as she held him, as she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. "I love you." She whispered, voice breaking.

"I love you too." He sobbed, holding on to her tightly, afriad to let go.

"It's okay now." She said, trying to assure them both. "It's over."

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A/N: His reunion with his mom made me cry, thats all I have to say.