Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or Justin Timberlake.

A/N: Okay…hooker!Reid…yeah, that's what this is about. Sorry I didn't really forewarn you last chapter, I wanted it to be a surprise. If you do manage to make it to the end of the chapter without vomiting or having your brain explode as a direct result of the sheer horribleness of it, please review, tell me what you think, give suggestions, ect. And sorry it took so long for this chapter, I was having computer problems.

Warnings: Really, truly, screwed up. OOC. Angst. Bad humor/writing. Angst. SLASH (eventually). Mentions of drug use, rape and prostitution. It's rated M for a reason. This story really isn't for everyone, so you should read with discretion. Or not at all. It's a really horrible fic, and it makes no sense at all…it will probably only get worse.

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"How'd this all start?" Morgan asked. He didn't want to push Reid too far, but the younger man seemed relaxed now, and hadn't minded the last few questions. However, Reid flinched, almost pulling away from Morgan, and he shook his head. When he spoke his voice was flat, but Morgan could still feel the painful emotions Reid was trying to hide.

"I don't want to talk about it…"

"Oh no. If you don't tell me, I'm going to go crazy thinking about it, and I'm going to be making guesses, and any guesses I make are probably worse than the truth." Morgan kept his tone light, despite the situation. Reid was a prostitute. There were so many different things wrong with that statement, and it tore Morgan apart to think that Reid would let strangers touch and use him for their own sexual gratification. It just wasn't right. He had to know what had brought such a paradoxical thing about.

"I really don't want to talk about it…just forget it, I shouldn't have told you," Reid muttered, his hands dropping to his knees, leaving his head to drop to his chest.

"Well, you did tell me, so now we have to talk about it." Morgan used a stern, almost Hotch-like voice that left no room for argument. Reid tilted his head up slightly to glance at Morgan through his bangs, his eyes wide and red-rimmed, his lips slightly parted.

"You're pissed aren't you?"

"Stop trying to change the subject. How did this start." Morgan pulled Reid's thin form closer, and resumed rubbing soothing circles across his shoulders and back. Reid paused. He seemed to lose himself in his own thoughts for a moment, as if calculating his answer and finding the right way to phrase it. Morgan waited, letting Reid take his time.

"I was…he slipped something into my drink…I don't really remember much, but when I woke up he gave me some money…so I wouldn't…you know….." Reid's voice trailed off into a harsh whisper, and he tensed as his body began to tremble.

"Reid…you realize that that is-"

"I know."

Morgan took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to calm himself. He knew he had to do something, he couldn't let this continue. It only took him a couple of seconds to make his decision over what he was going to do about the situation. "You're moving in with me."

"W-what!?! No, no, no, no, no…I can't…" Reid squirmed, breaking free from Morgan's arms, and scooted over to the opposite side of the couch, staring incredulously at Morgan. The terrified expression Reid wore almost broke Morgan's heart, but his mind was set on what he had to do, and Reid's stubborn disposition wasn't going to stop him.

"So you would rather sell yourself than live with me? Kid, I gotta say, I'm offended." Reid's jaw dropped, and for a moment he could only stare at Morgan, gaping at him like a fish out of water. Finally he swallowed, and took a deep, calming breath.

"That's not…that's not the point…It's just not a very good idea, that's all."

"It'll be fine. If anyone asks, we'll just tell them you're renting the top floor. It's a studio apartment with a separate address, so no one at the Bureau will know you're living with me. But, I'm using it as a shop right now, so you'll have to take the guest bedroom."

"Morgan, I really don't want to-"

"Too bad. You're giving your thirty day notice today. If you need any money for rent, I'll lend you some, and you can pay me back later, but under no circumstances will you be…doing that anymore. We've got the day off, so we'll start moving your stuff today. Don't look at me like that, Reid, I'm trying to help you." Reid's pout grew, but he turned his puppy-dog eyes to the floor, picking nervously at the edge of his shirt.

"You don't have to do this…" Reid muttered, his voice cracking. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, swallowing as if he had more to say, but he didn't continue. Morgan shook his head, and stood up, mussing up Reid's hair.

"Yes, I do have to." Morgan hoped Reid would understand why he had to without him actually saying it. Sometimes it was hard to get Reid to understand how much he meant to the team; how much he meant to Morgan. And if he was selling himself on the street, he obviously thought a lot less of himself than Morgan had originally thought. However, he would have time to make Reid realize how important he was later. "I'm going to go get some boxes for your stuff; you get your notice ready." Morgan didn't wait for Reid to respond. He left the apartment, and got into his car to go get boxes.

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Two Weeks Later

The team quieted as Hotch walked up to the front of the room, stepping onto the raised platform, and standing in front of the microphone. Reid folded his arms across his chest tensely as he watched his boss grab the microphone. He glanced at his other team mates, wondering how they could let Hotch do this. He was more than their boss, he was their friend, and he was in dire need of help. Why wasn't anyone stopping him? The same reason he himself wasn't going to stop him: the chance to see Hotch sing karaoke was worth more than preserving Hotch's dignity.

Morgan had suggested that the team to the karaoke bar, to let off some steam. The last two cases had been hard. Not to mention the stress from moving Reid's things while they weren't out on a case. The two of them had fought every step of the way, throwing insults and accusations, and getting on one another's nerves. Morgan had said quite a few things he regretted, snapping at Reid and calling him rather inappropriate names. Morgan had hoped going out with the team and having a few drink wwould relieve the tension. However, Morgan hadn't expected Hotch to get so drunk, and now, all he could do was watch as Hotch swayed slightly as the music began. Even Garcia was quiet as she watched open-mouthed as the beat to Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back started to play.

When Hotch started singing, everyone sat still and silent, unable to react properly to the shock of watching their boss singing karaoke, and slurring the lyrics as he did so. However, by the time he came off the stage, most of them had come out of their stupor, and had begun to howl with laughter. Reid sat with his mouth shut tightly, his eyes wide. He glanced down at his soda, and then over at the various odd colored alcoholic drinks that his co-workers were drinking.

"Maybe we should head home…before he gets any worse," Reid muttered to Morgan, keeping an eye on Hotch, who was leaning against the bar table, grinning drunkenly at Prentiss and Rossi.

"You really want to miss this?" Morgan asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. Reid nodded and stood up, looking at Morgan expectantly.

"I've seen enough to seriously alter my previously held perceptions of the world. I want to get out of here before the laws of physics change." Morgan laughed at this, but nodded, checking his watch.

"Okay, maybe you're right Pretty Boy. I don't want planets to start falling out of their orbits because Hotch starts ballet dancing, or something like that." Morgan stood, slinging an arm around Reid's shoulders. Reid stumbled slightly, and then led Morgan out, subtly reaching into Morgan's pocket and grabbing his car keys as he did so. Morgan wasn't necessarily drunk, but Reid wasn't going to chance letting him drive. Morgan didn't complain as he was steered into the passenger seat, nor when Reid got into the driver's seat.

"Think they'll all get home alright?" Morgan asked as Reid began to drive.

"Yeah, I made sure Rossi had list of phone numbers for cab drivers, and I asked him to make sure everyone got a ride home. Want to grab something to eat on the way home?"

"No, we'll just eat when we get there."

They remained silent for the rest of the ride, and Morgan felt the tension that had been hanging between them for the last two weeks return. Reid said nothing as he pulled into the driveway, and then stepped out of the car. Morgan let out a sigh of frustration, and then got out, following Reid to his house. Once they had walked inside, Reid frowned, wrinkling his nose.

"Morgan, I think someone broke into your house and used your kitchen while we were out…" Morgan couldn't help but grin at the confused, quizzical expression on Reid's face as he walked towards the kitchen. Morgan folded his arms across his chest, and followed Reid, still grinning. He leaned against the wall once he'd entered the kitchen, watching as Reid examined the kitchen. While they had been out, Morgan had asked his neighbor to get the table ready, and start an oven roast, which was currently still in the oven. Reid examined the kitchen table, and the vase of flowers, his brows knitting together in concentration, and then he stood in front of the oven, staring at it as if it were a bomb.

"Something's in the oven…" Reid muttered while tilting his head from side to side.

"Really?"

"Yeah…and someone set the table."

"I see that." Something must have clicked, because Reid suddenly turned to Morgan, his eyebrows raised.

"You're playing a joke on me, aren't you?"

"I didn't mean it as a joke…maybe a little. But I really wasn't expecting you to be so suspicious of a nice dinner."

"For a moment I considered the possibility of an Unsub who breaks into houses and cooks poisoned dinners, or puts bombs into the homeowner's oven." Reid was fighting to look serious now, but a smile was tugging at his lips, ruining the grim expression he had been trying to maintain. Morgan laughed, and checked the timer on the microwave.

"It's still got a couple minutes…you seriously thought there was a bomb in the oven?"

"We've seen weirder things."

Morgan nodded in agreement. "True." He leaned against the counter again, grinning at Reid. "So, are you going to stop being mad at me?" Reid rolled his eyes, sitting down at the table.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I was never mad at you. Why would I be mad at you? You've...helped me a lot these past few weeks..."

"Yeah, and you've been pissed as hell about it. I didn't know the exact meanings to most of the words you shouted at me last weekend, but I'm pretty sure an 'insensate officious lout' isn't a complement..." Morgan paused as the timer on the microwave began to beep. "Foods done." Reid stood and grabbed the oven mitts, grabbing the roast, while Morgan got the salad out of the fridge. They ate, mostly making small talk. Once the meal was finished, Morgan took out some wine, and they sat at the table across from one another, each taking their time with their drinks. Reid was staring absent-mindedly at the white lilies in the center of the table, a haunted look starting to cloud his features. Morgan was the first to break the silence.

"Everything okay, kid?" Reid's head jerked up. Even though he smiled at Morgan, he didn't look any happier.

"Yeah...I'm fine. Do you know what white lilies symbolize?" Morgan's eyebrows shot up.

"No, I don't."

Reid was quiet for a moment, his smile slipping away. "Purity, and...look I'm sorry I've been so obnoxious and rude to you."

"It's okay..."

"No, it's not okay. You've been so nice to me...way nicer than you should be, and I really don't deserve it, I-" Reid stopped short when Morgan held up his hand, signaling him to stop. He pursed his lips together, looking down at the table. "I don't..." he muttered under his breath, taking a sip of wine. Morgan watched as Reid stared down into his cup, his expression taking up that dark, haunted look again.

"Reid, I don't mind helping you, not one bit, man. And you do deserve help-"

"No I don't!" Reid sounded frustrated now, setting his drink down on the table and running his fingers through his hair in obvious agitation. His hands were trembling, and he couldn't quite bring himself to look Morgan in the eyes. "I knew what I was getting myself into, and I did it anyway."

"You made a mistake..."

"It's more than that, and you know it!" Reid snapped. Morgan slammed his fist down on the table, causing Reid to jump slightly. Seeing the grim, angry expression on Morgan's face made Reid's own anger dissapate. His shoulders hunched, and he looked guiltily at the floor, clasping his hands together in his lap. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to yell at you." He glanced up, and Morgan's jaw was clenched, his fingers so tight around his wine glass Reid was afraid the glass would shatter. Morgan finished off his glass, and then stood, shaking his head.

"I don't see why you have to keep giving me this attitude, Reid. If this is how you react everytime some tries to help you, then I guess I understand why you haven't had a lot of people help you." Reid looked up, feeling a pain in his chest as if he had been punched. He wrapped his arms around himself, as if he could ward off the pain in his chest by holding himself together in one piece. He watched as Morgan rinsed his glass, setting it on the kitchen counter. Morgan put both hands down on the counter, leaning against it and letting his head drop to his chest. He then stood and walked out of the kitchen, heading down to his bedroom. Reid was left in the kitchen, staring blankly at the lilies as Morgan's footsteps faded away down the hallway.

TBC....