"...Alright, so I keep on changing my mind on how this story's going to go, but when I start writing I don't even think about that, so no more spoiler-like things from now on. Sorry people, but I've lost all control over my stories. R&R?...One more thing: I don't appreciate my stories being called racist. Pleaz, if you're going to say those things, log in so I can explain things to you (not yelling at you , either!) or don't say them at all..."

Addicted Innocence-Chapter 2

Resemblance

When Spencer woke up, Marcus had his arms wrapped around him, cuddling him close to him. At first, Reid thought it felt nice, but when he realized who it was, Reid tensed up. He wanted Marcus to leave him alone, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. He looked over at his clock, noticing that he had less than an hour to go to work. Carefully, he wiggled his way out from under Marcus. He was suddenly glad that he seemed to be a heavy sleeper.

Quickly, Spencer threw on a clean set of clothes and washed up in the bathroom. He made sure that none of his injuries were visible, and once he was satisfied, he quietly left his apartment, never wanting to go back...

"Our new case is in Las Vegas." JJ started. "Young men in the late teens to mid twenties are being kidnapped in a local stripping club. All the teens are reported to be strippers at the club, but that seems to be their only connection. None of them look the same, visit the same places, or anything like that."

"Do we know what the UnSub is doing with them?" Hotch asked.

"No sir. None of them have showed up yet. We don't even know if they're dead."

"How do we know they've been kidnapped, then?" Morgan questioned.

"We have videotape of each man being drugged, bound, and being stuffed into the trunk of an unmarked car with no license plate. Each time, they have a new car, so they haven't been able to track him down that way."

"There's something else that you should know." JJ started.

"What is it?" Hotch asked.

"The last victim managed to fight the UnSub off." JJ clicked a button on her remote, making a picture of the victim appear.

Everyone's eyes darted at Reid when the picture showed up.

"Oh my god; he looks just like Reid!" Prentiss exclaimed.

"Damn, I think I believe in that stupid doppelganger crap now. I mean, they look like twins!" Morgan commented.

"The local police have seen pictures of our team before, and they know how close Reid looks to him. They've proposed that we send him in undercover as the victim and try to lure to UnSub out that way. It's more than likely that the UnSub will come back to finish the hunt, so it seems to be one of the only solutions to find the UnSub." JJ added.

"No way. We can't send Reid out like that, Hotch!" Morgan yelled, less than happy about the suggestion..

"Morgan, we don't have much of a choice. If you were in my position right now, I'm sure that you'd be more than willing to do it." Reid argued.

"He's right, Morgan. We have to send him out." Rossi agreed.

"Then send me out with him. I'm not letting some sleazy drunk lay put his hands on Reid." Morgan demanded more than asked.

"Fine. You can stay with Reid as long as you stay low-key. Don't seem too attached to him; it could get him in more trouble." Hotch warned.

"Uh, there's one small problem." Reid said with a little squeak, making it obvious he was nervous.

"What is it, Spence?" JJ asked.

"I have to go undercover as a stripper." Almost everyone had to repress a laugh with that. They hadn't yet considered how 'inexperienced' Reid was.

"When we get to Las Vegas, the police will bring in two strippers to help you with that. They also want to test out how realistic, or I should say, how well you can fake it at another club before sending you out." JJ explained, smiling all the while. The thought of Spence being on a pole was hilarious, and she didn't know if he could sell it.

"What about my leg? My doctor said I can't do certain things, and although she didn't say stripping, I'm pretty sure that one was a given." Reid asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but we will talk to the locals about it when we arrive. In the meantime, get your go-bags ready. Wheels up in 20." With that, Hotch dismissed the team.

Reid let out a nervous sigh, having a bad feeling about their latest case. How was he going to be able to fake stripping without panicking? And the cuts and bruises from Marcus- how was he going to hide those with more skin showing than covered? The whole situation was making him uncomfortable, and he could only hope that it would work out. He inwardly cringed at his own thoughts, wishing he didn't have an uncanny resemblance to their victim..

Marcus groaned when he realized that he was alone in the bed. He remembered last night; after beating Reid in the bathroom, he left the boy alone and left the apartment to talk to his boss. When he came back, Reid was sleeping in his bed. He smiled at the sleeping figure, slender and beautiful. He couldn't help himself; he needed to touch him somehow without disobeying his boss' orders. He settled for just holding the slim frame, allowing himself to run his hand up his curvy sides.

Right about now, he desperately missed him, but he knew that he couldn't get attached to this one. His boss had wanted him to bring Reid to him, and that was all he was going to do- no matter how hard it would be on him.

Marcus looked around for any signs of where Reid could have gone. He saw a small calendar on Reid's fridge with 'BAU Mandatory Therapy Session: 3 pm' written on one of the dates.

BAU; he recognized the name. 'So,' he thought, 'the boss wants an FBI agent? Odd, but then again, who wouldn't want something as pretty as that?' Marcus smiled at his thought before a new occurred to him. The BAU normally kept someone behind when they flew out- a computer expert, he thought. They would know where they are, and if he could trick them into telling him, he'd be back in the game. Without another thought, he picked up a house phone and dialed the number of the BAU that was conventionally written on the fridge calendar.

"BAU offices. How may I help you?" a woman asked, his guessed a secretary.

"I'm Spencer Reid's new roommate, and I just got a call saying that a relative of his is in the hospital. I forgot where he's at now, and his cell phone isn't on. Could you give me the number of his hotel so I could leave him a message?"

"First, I need to confirm that you are actually his roommate. It's nothing personal sir; it's just a new policy the BAU has picked up to protect our agents."

"Of course, I understand. We live in the Virginia Plains Apartment Building, apartment 723. My name is Marcus Harold." he supplied. He could hear the sounds of keys being hit on rapidly as he assumed the secretary looked up the information.

"Alright Mr. Harold, Spencer Reid is staying at the Marriott Hotel on First St., Las Vegas. His hotel number is 222-111-1234." Marcus scribbled down the information with a smile. That had been easier than he thought it would be.

"Thank you man. I just wanted to break the news to him before he was notified by the hospital." he lied.

"Of course sir, I understand." With that, she hung up.

Marcus quickly dialed another number, ready to spill the information that he had just received to his boss...

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