"...Is it sad that I always have to go back and read what happened last in my story? Even the ones I just updated the other day? Consider that your random musing. R&R...? "
Addicted Innocence- Chapter 3
Training Sessions
The BAU landed in Las Vegas a few short hours later. They dropped their stuff off at their hotel rooms and quickly jammed into the their SUVs, ready to start their latest case.
"Spence posing as a stripper?" JJ started, shaking her head at the ridiculous thought. "This is not going to end well."
"Tell me about it." Hotch smirked uncharacteristically.
In the other SUV, Morgan, Rossi, Reid, and Prentiss remained quiet. Reid was too nervous about posing as a stripper to chat with his other team mates, while they were trying not to burst out laughing at the thought of Reid stripping.
The BAU shuffled through the entrance of the local police department. A handful of officers were ready at the entrance. "Hello, you must be the BAU." an older-looking man welcomed.
"Detective Asily, pleasure meeting you." JJ responded. "This is SSA Aaron Hotchner, accompanied with SSAs David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, and Dr. Spencer Reid. Our technical analyst in Quantico will most likely be joining us later if necessary."
"Thanks for coming. We could really use your help." With that, Asily beckoned them into a medium-sized room with two white boards, a thumb board, and a series of other office supplies with a large table in the center of the room. "We cleared out an old conference room for you guys to set up in. once again, we really do appreciate you guys heading out here."
"It's no problem." Hotch reassured. "We're glad you invited us in; I think we could really help out here." Then, with a wave toward Reid, he continued. "This is Dr. Reid. We discussed sending him under cover in place of Jared Kay, the victim who got away."
"Oh, of course." Asily nodded. "Jared Kay will be available later tonight. If your team isn't still in the building, we'll send him to Dr. Reid's hotel room. In the meantime, Micheal Layes can escort your team to the latest crime scene."
"Rossi, Prentiss,Reid- I want you two to head over to the club; check for any other connections and ask around for witnesses. Morgan and I will head over to the autopsy. JJ, stay behind and start working on press control." With a final nod, the BAU team split up...
"So Spencer, do you think you'll be able to handle all this?" Rossi asked as they entered the loud, already busy club.
"I grew up in Vegas, Rossi. This I can handle myself." Reid replied.
"Yeah, well, I think we both kind of doubt that this was exactly your scene." Prentiss huffed, laughing a bit toward the end.
"There's a lot about me that you don't know, Agent Prentiss." Reid said in a mysterious and suggestive tone.
"Oh really now?" Rossi said, raising his eyebrows.
"Hmm...Give us a clue." Prentiss suggested.
Reid turned around to face his team mate, a serious look on his face. "I grew up without a father, an although I still had a mother, my last two years at home were pretty rough on both of us. She was down to working two days a week at the university, and that wasn't enough to pay the bills. My father's alimony check always went to paying the house payment, and if we were lucky there was twenty dollars left after that. I had to find a job, but I was underage. I took anything I could get." Without saying another word, he whipped around and approached the strippers on the stage, preparing to talk to them.
Rossi and Prentiss shared a worried look before joining their younger co-worker, who was already interviewing the strippers...
Neither of the BAU groups had much luck the first day. The strippers were too..busy...to notice anything, and the autopsy didn't reveal anything to the team that they didn't already know. So they decided to go in for the day, ready for some much-earned sleep.
Reid immediately jumped into the shower when Morgan and himself reached their hotel room. He felt sticky from the hot weather, and he wanted to cool down before going to bed.
While Reid was in the shower, Morgan walked to the door as he heard the doorbell ring.
A young man, no boy, with dark solid black hair, a thin and frail body, and a curvy side waited outside the door with a smile on his face.
"Ho-lee crap." Morgan muttered, already seeing the similarities between the young boy and his friend. The only differences were that this boy was wearing make-up, and dyed black hair, and seemed more...flexible...than Reid.
"Yeah, I get that a lot." Jared Kay smirked. "So, where is Dr. Reid?" he asked as Morgan escorted him in.
"Oh, he's in the shower."
"Hmm...He should have waited until after the crash course, if you ask me."
"That's what I told him." Morgan smiled.
Just then, Reid came out in his regular clothes from the bathroom, his hair already drying from the humidity.
"Ah, you must be Dr. Reid." Jared smiled. "I'm Jared Kay."
"Nice to meet you." Reid greeted.
"So, is your friend here taking part of this, too?"
"Uh, I think that it-" Reid started, but Morgan cut him off.
"Yeah, I wanna be his, uh-"
"Costumer?" Jared supplied.
"Sure. I just don't want anyone touching." Morgan explained.
"Yeah, my boyfriend's like that, too. I'm sure you two are no different."
"Wait, we're not a couple." Reid said.
"Really?" Morgan nodded. "Huh- that's a shame. You two look pretty cute together.
"Well, anyways, we should probably get started. You have a lot to learn, even if you are from Vegas." With that, Jared brought a pole out of his bag and extended it until it was almost touching the ceiling, its end being held down by a weight.
"You should know that my stripper name is Jasper. I am sure that you can understand that I don't want my costumers to know my real name." he started. "And the make-up. I put it on myself, but I can show you how to do it later." Reid just nodded. "So I hear that you recently injured your knee?"
"Yeah, I was shot on a case." Reid nodded.
"Ouch." Jared grimaced. "Well, I wouldn't worry about being flexible with the pole. I often have the same few costumers, and they have the tendency of keeping me for the evening. You know, dance partners, drink buddies, anything else they may want, and then off to bed. My plan was to have your friend here in that situation."
"Wait, so you actually have costumers that 'buy you' for the night?" Reid asked.
"Yeah, happens more times than not." Jared admitted. "To be honest, I prefer it that way, because then at least I know what they're expecting, and they tend to pay more. What can I say? These men are more...dominant than most." Reid just nodded, understanding what Jared meant.
"So, you ready to give this bad boy a try?" Jared asked, patting the pole with his right hand.
"Not really, but I don't think I'll ever be." Reid admitted.
"Hey, that's why I'm here." Jared smirked. "Come on, give it a go."
Reid sighed before approaching the pole, terrified of it.
"Morgan, go join him! You two are going to have to get real close to each other if you want to sell this act. Even if you won't get much pole action, you will still be getting some."
Reid awkwardly put his hands on it, not sure what to do next. Sensing his discomfort, Jared started talking. "Just dance. It's as simple as that."
"Okay..."
"And dance with him." Jared pointed at Morgan.
To say that the duo looked awkward would be an understatement. Reid had managed to swing his body around the pole, but after that not much else succeeded. Morgan was trying to place his hands on Reid's hips, but Reid kept on skitting away.
"Relax Reid. I have random strangers touching me all day in my job. The least you could do is let Morgan fake it with you."
"I know, I know.." Reid murmured.
The second time around the pole was a little less awkward. Reid let Morgan put his hands where he wanted them, and he managed to move more fluently and more flexibly. Morgan was on the other side of the pole, watching Reid like Jared's costumers most likely did. He ran his fingers through Reid's hair and let his hands slide down his back.
"There you go! You're finally catching on to it." Jared encouraged.
Morgan shuffled over to be closer to Reid, but Reid playfully swung the other way.
"Nice." Jared commented. "Try to do more spontaneous things like that- be a tease!"
Reid complied, making Morgan turn every which way just to get closer to him. Finally, Reid let Morgan get close. He could feel his back being pressed against the pole, his leg being pulled up and around someone else's.
"Are you SURE you two aren't a couple?"
That final comment ruined it. Reid pushed Morgan off him, rushing toward the bathroom. After he slammed it closed, he pulled a towel around his shoulders. He tried not to think about what had happened in his apartment or the marks on his body or his feelings for Morgan-
'Wait, WHAT?' Reid thought. 'Where did that come from? I don't have feelings for Morgan! We're colleagues and nothing more than that!'
Reid banged his head against the wall, groaning.
'This is going to be a long and complicated case...'
"...Uh-oh. Spencey's in trouble. Just wait until Jared actually MAKES him strip! R&R?..."