"…So I'll be honest: I never thought this story would be this popular or this long. I was thinking 7-10 chaps, then done. But now? Well, it's gonna be a little longer than that! Thnx everyone! Hope you guys are enjoying it!…"

Addicted Innocence-Chapter 12

The Trainer's Game

"I hope you're ready boy, because this is gonna sting a little…."

Spencer Reid didn't even blink as Marcus approached him, grabbing at the sides of his boxers and pulling them down. He didn't make a sound or struggle, though. He knew that Marcus was looking for a reaction-looking for a reason for him to punish him and make the process even more humiliating and painful. He wouldn't give the man what he wanted, and he knew what he wanted through the profiles his team had given about rapists in the past. It was becoming obvious to Reid that he and his team were right through the growing anger in Marcus' eyes. He pinned Reid to the ground and slapped his across the face.

"Scream." he demanded through gritted teeth. He nailed his fingers deep into Reid's skin and let the, run up and down his legs. A trail of blood seeped from the new cuts running down the younger man's leg, but he refused to give Marcus any type of reaction. "I said SCREAM!" This time, the older man's hands coarsed up and down Spencer's middle until they reached his crouch. His other hand dances to his side and finally pulled his boxers down all the way. With a smile of pleasure on his face, hr approached Spencer again…

And this time he screamed…..

To say that Derek Morgan was upset would be a very large understatement. He had gone from fuming, to sad, to exhausted, and back to emotional again. It was even worse when he shuffled into his hotel room because he had been sharing the room with Spencer, his Spencer. He rolled off his own bed and traveled over to the bed that Spencer had been sleeping in. he laid out and looked at the array of his younger team mate's personal belongings on the floor: two sweater vests, a pair of shoes, a brush, and a tube of mascara- curious of Jared.

It pissed Morgan off that he couldn't help him until morning. There was nothing that he could do until his team went back to work the next morning, but there was no way he was going to be able to sleep until the bastards who had taken Spencer were put away.

The sudden sound that filled the room made Morgan flinch before he automatically reached for his gun. Realizing it was just his cell phone, he sighed and placed it up to his ear.

"Hello?" he greeted.

"Hey my dark chocolate." a peppy female voice cheered.

" Garcia; do you have something for us?"

"Why would I call you at eleven at night to tell you I've got something? I'm home!"

"Right." Morgan mumbled. "So why did you call?"

"Well, Hotch called me when you guys pulled in for the day, and he said you seemed…..abnormally upset. I know my junior g-man's missing, but what's up?"

"You and Hotch shouldn't worry; everything's all right."

"Don't lie to me, Derek. Just tell me what's wrong, okay?" Garcia was greeted with silence on the other end, though, so she continued. "I heard that you and Spencer had to pose as a stripper and his…playmate. That must've been a little awkward."

"You don't know that half of it." Morgan mumbled barely audibly.

Garcia waited before responding, letting a silence fill the air before dropping the bombshell on him. "So when did you start liking Spencer- as more than just a friend, that is? Prentiss thinks it was after the Tobias Hankle case, but I think you liked him since day 2."

"Day two?" Morgan smirked.

"You were too busy teasing the boy relentlessly to decide if you liked him or not." Garcia explained. "But either way, you're bummed out because some bitch took your boy."

"He's not MY boy; he doesn't belong to anybody."

"I think you get what I meant." Garcia replied. Morgan could practically see her smile somatically through the phone. "If it helps any, he likes you too. We've talked about it."

"You've talked to Spencer about relationships?"

"Not relationships, really, just you two. He's liked you since day one, by the way."

"Yeah, I kind of figured as much." Morgan sighed. "I want him back, Garcia."

"I know sweetie, I know." Garcia frowned. "we'll get him back; it'll just take some time. But, as we wait, you need to get some sleep. Spencer would have wanted you to."

"Alright Baby Girl, I guess you're right. Night Garcia; I'll talk to you in the morning."

"Of course you will." she smiled. With that, she hung up…

Spencer Reid whimpered as Marcus let his sore and too-thin body slam against the floor. Their first training session was finally over, and Marcus had made sure that Reid learned his first lesson: don't disobey.

Marcus knelt down on the floor and easily pulled Reid's bare body off the floor and draped him on his lap. He stroked his hair and let his fingers travel down until they reached his chest. "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" he laughed. "I thought it was fun; how about you?" Reid didn't answer, though. "I'll let that one slide, but next time, you answer me boy." Reid felt his body being lifted off the ground and into another room. . He looked around at the rooms, processing whatever details he could. The fact that the location he was at had a bathroom, multiple rooms, regular hallways, and what looked to be a kitchen made Reid realize that they were in a house at least two stories high. Suddenly, he was placed into a tub and freezing cold water was turned on.

"P…P….Please!" Reid stammered through shivers.

"We have to get you clean somehow, right?" Marcus smirked. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle this time."

Reid bit his lip, surpassing another scream, as the water pounded against his skin and less-than gentle hands groped at his skin in attempt to clean him. As his feelings welled up to the surface, Reid kept thinking the same thing over and over:

'Make it stop, Derek!'

"…..The purpose of this chap was to get more of Morgans thoughts and to show just how slow the case feels to Morgan. R&R?…."