"...Sorry if I've confused you, but it should be clear soon what's going on...All facts were googled, BTW. So blame google for mistakes, not me :) ..."

Addicted Innocence-Chapter 9

Another Ambulance

Hotch watched the ambulance take off, frowning. Something was wrong- something other than their current case. And as the ambulance spun out not even two miles down the street, he knew what it was.

"Call another ambulance!"

Hotch and JJ, the only two BAU agents outside, rushed toward the ambulance. They drew their guns out as Hotch flung the back doors of the ambulance open. "FBI!" both JJ and Hotch shouted. They both quickly realized that there wasn't anyone- besides the people who were supposed to be- inside the ambulance.

"W-what happened?" William choked out.

"We don't know." JJ admitted as she looked around the ambulance. An MT laid bloody on the floor, groping his stomach in pain. A medical instrument had fallen on top of him, causing a cut to appear on his now bloody stomach. William seemed unharmed, luckily enough. She looked over to the other gurney and frowned. "Where's Jared? I didn't see anyone enter or leave the ambulance..."

"Neither did I." Hotch replied. He looked down at the floor for a minute, knowing that something had to be there.

"I'll check on the driver." JJ said, seeing that Hotch had the back of the ambulance under control.

"Good idea." Hotch mumbled, obviously distracted by something she had obviously missed. He felt the floor, looking for any bumps or ridges. After a few minutes, he felt it. He put his pinky in the small gap between the floor of the ambulance and a rough square in the middle on the floor. He pushed up, successfully bringing the square up. Directly underneath them was a manhole-the cover missing. 'The UnSub must've been in the ambulance-this precise ambulance. He removed the manhole cover using a small machine and replaced it with a much lighter substance that he could easily remove. He grabbed Jared- his original victim- and took off. There had to have been at least one other man; he needed help getting the machine for the manhole and to also help split up to get Reid and the other get Jared. We're dealing with a team.' Hotch thought.

"The driver of the car is missing, but there was a small explosion underneath the passenger's seat. No one was in that seat; everyone was in the back." JJ said, coming up from around the corner.

"We're dealing with a team." Hotch replied. "The driver must've been one of them. The bomb was probably a distraction, trying to throw us off their track and make the crash look more realistic. Call Garcia; ask her to track down the 911 call you made; see if anyone tapped the phone line and take the call instead of the ambulance. They must likely have been listening into the local 911 line, waiting for this call."

"On it." JJ called as she walked away, already dialing the familiar number.

"The real ambulance is here!" Morgan yelled, brushing passed JJ in his tracks. "Is everyone alright?"

"Yeah, I think so." Hotch sighed. "This ambulance was a fake; there was an opening in the bottom of the floor leading off into the sewer. The manhole was replaced so he could get through. The UnSub most likely was driving the ambulance, and another person inside took Reid and shot William."

"So we're looking at a team?" Morgan asked, earning a nod from Hotch.

"And what would a team want with young male strippers from a Las Vegas club?" Hotch hinted at.

Morgan whipped off his sunglasses,shaking his head. "You don't think...?"

"What else could it be?" Hotch challenged.

"You're right." he sighed. "Damn, we've gotta find that kid now. There's no way he could handle that."

"Handle what?" Rossi asked, joining the scene with Prentiss at his heels.

"The UnSub's working a team-dynamic." Morgan started.

"Why?" Prentiss asked.

"He's scouting sex slaves." Hotch answered.

"I thought that mainly happened with women. I've never heard of a case with men..." Rossi interjected.

"Yeah, it's rare, but it's not unheard of." Hotch said.

"It works the same most of the time: the 'slave' is kidnapped, taken to an elite area with little to no outside exposure, they're 'tried out' and 'trained', and then they're sold to the highest paying buyer." Morgan added.

"He's right, Rossi. What else could it be? I mean, it would explain just about everything." Prentiss commented.

"Now, we just have to prove it. We need evidence." Rossi said.

"Unfortunately, almost all the evidence we need is on the victims themselves, that is, unless we catch them in the act." Morgan replied.

"And to do that on private residences, we need a warrant." Hotch said.

"Or probable cause." JJ called as she walked back toward the group. "We got it to stick on the case with the man abducting women using his children. We sent Prentiss in as a citizen and waited for our probable cause. In this case, I'm sure that we'll be able to hear them scream or something like that."

Hotch nodded before speaking. "Did Garcia find anything?"

"Uh, yeah. The local lines were definitely tapped, but the UnSub used a disposable cell phone. She can't trace it."

"JJ, I want you to go back to the police station and try to set up a press conference. Tell them what we know so far and mention that we're giving the specific profile tomorrow. Could you call Garcia and ask her if she can find anything on William's phone?"

"Of course." JJ nodded.

"Morgan, stay with William at the hospital. When he's up to it, ask him if he remembers anything. Prentiss, search Jared's house. See if you can find anything related to the case. He willingly came to the police to help, and we already have the rights for a search. Rossi, stay with me. We're going to look for evidence here and start asking around for witnesses.

With that, the BAU team split up, all of them more than ready to find the evidence that could close the case...

And bring Reid back to them...

Spencer Reid cringed underneath the harsh lighting, propping himself up with his arms. Once his vision refocused, he looked around. Dark, brick walls, dirty white tiles underneath him, and a single table pushed off to the side.

Suddenly, the door opened, and he was greeted with a large man with a smirk on his face.

"Welcome to hell, Dr. Reid..."

"...Yeah, not much happening, but I always ignore the team in my stories. Bad me. Leave Reid alone for a chapter or two. Ha! Like that's going to happen! R&R?..."