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Addicted Innocence-Chapter 13

The Rest of Them

JJ and Morgan kept straight faces as they walked up to the LV Public High School where the principal waited less than patiently. "Ms. Lewis, this is SSA Derek Morgan, and I'm JJ." she greeted, sticking her hand out for Ms. Lewis to shake. The principal ignored it though and instead gave the agents a cold shoulder glare.

"You better have a very good reason for doing this." she nearly growled. "School is in session in less than four weeks! I have work to do!"

"I'm sure you do ma'am, but we believe that the criminal our team is looking for was a former student from your school." Morgan responded calmly.

"Well, how I am supposed to know?" she shot back. "There have been millions of kids at this school!"

That's why we're here- to give you the profile and help save the strippers who are being kidnapped." JJ said.

"Why would I possibly want to help you catch a man who is supposedly kidnapping those low-lives? You're wasting my time."

"Because one of those low-lives was an undercover agent who had more IQ points and more BA's than all of here combined. He didn't deserve to be kidnapped and sold for sex, and neither did the other boys who have been taken." JJ scoffed.

Finally losing the attitude, Ms. Lewis continued. "What can I help with?"

"We need a list of all your male graduates from '91. He would have been a loner with barely passing grades. He kept to himself at any mandatory school events and would have isolated himself from everyone. He most likely got in trouble a few times for getting into fights with other students and seriously injuring them. He may have even been suspended." Morgan said.

"James Ackles." Ms. Lewis said, nodding her head, "He was always getting into trouble; he broke our star quarterback's leg a week before our final game. No one liked that boy, and he just barely graduated. He fits that description to a tee; I can almost guarantee you that he's your guy."

'Did James ever get in trouble for sexually harassing boys who were very thin with dark hair?" Morgan asked.

"Yes; there was one boy….Ezra, I think…." Ms. Lewis nodded. "James was always watching Ezra change after PE and would follow him after school. We found him pinning him down behind the bleachers and making out with him at a pep assembly. He was suspended on the spot."

"Do you happen to know what his last name was?" JJ questioned.

"Ezra Hales, I'm almost sure of it."

"And what about class rings? Were they customized or all the same?" she added.

"Customized; it's always been a tradition at out school."

"Do you have the order forms from that year still?" Morgan asked hopefully.

"Of course; the school keeps all of our ring sales papers in case a student needs to have it replaced later on."

"Would it be possible if we could have a copy of your records?" JJ asked.

"It shouldn't be a problem." Ms. Lewis nodded.

"Thanks for helping us; we appreciate your cooperation." Morgan said. With that, the two BAU agents left the school, files in hand….

Prentiss and Hotch had agreed to search the stores that Garcia had told them sold the cell phone that was used to text William Reid. Prentiss would check out Marilyn's Market and Wendy's Drug Store while Hotch searched LV Tech and Yate Thomas.

Rossi decided to stay at the hospital with William in case he woke up and remembered something else and to make sure that he was safe. While he waited for William, he borrowed Hotch's lap top so he could do background research on Jared Kane- unofficially, of course. Something didn't sit right with him about the boy, and he knew that Jared was hiding something. After three minutes, he finally located the 'e' again and hit the 'Google' button. He smiled as he read the first link's title bar: 'Jared Kane (AKA Jasper): Daniel's Strip Club Employment List. Rossi clicked the first link and started reading.

Jared Kane, 5'6 and 133 lbs. , takes the 'stage name' of Jasper and works nights (6pm-1 am) at the club. He receives good feedback from his costumers and has never complained about his work. Rumors say that he has a bachelor's degree in sociology but has yet to be confirmed. He graduated LVPHS with straight A's and praise from teachers. He has never smoked or taken drugs, and he required extensive training before being allowed to work at DSC. No other information is known/required since he started working at DSC four years ago.

"Extensive training?" Rossi mumbled. "The hell does that mean?"

There were many things about the short bio that struck Rossi as odd. Why couldn't they confirm he had a bachelors', and more importantly, who did Jared have on? He graduated top of his class, or so he assumed; universities would have been more than willing to let him in on a scholarship. Why had be started stripping then?

All in all, the paragraph was random and unmeaning. Why would the club post that information to the internet? Was it the appeal of a smart man with a mysterious past? Was it made up or posted for a reason? Either way, Rossi had a feeling he would need to talk to the club owner soon….

Prentiss had had no luck with the two places she was assigned to search. The only cell phone the first shop sold was to an elderly woman going to the airport who needed a way to contact her son, and the other place sold three, but they were all sold to a construction company that were using the phones until they replaced their walkie-talkie set.

Hotch had had a bit more luck, though. The first store sold one cell phone that day to the store owner's wife for her trip out of town, but the second store- LV Tech- sold 6 of the phones. They had allowed Hotch to view their video tapes to find out who exactly the phones were sold to, and a video profile was made of each male- 4 in all. Garcia was sent the tapes and easily tracked down names….

One of which matched James Ackles…..

When Spencer Reid woke up, he was back in what seemed to be the basement of the 'house'. when his eyes refocused, he could make out the forms of three other males, all of which had a similar appearance to his own: slim bodies, black, long hair, pale complexions, and made up in nothing but thick black make-up and boxers.

"You're new." the one with green eyes and a youthful face stated.

"And he already likes you best." a somewhat fuller man with a tight Texas accent added. "I feel bad for you; he'll 'train' you the most."

"You're not a stripper, are you?" the third one asked. His age seemed to be in-between the other two, and he seemed the most calm.

"I'm not." Reid admitted.

"You from around here at least?" the oldest asked.

"I was born in Las Vegas, yes."

"You a cop?" the middle one asked.

"FBI, actually."

"The BAU?" the middle one guessed, earning a nod from Reid. "I read in the newspaper that the BAU had come into town. That was…three days ago." he added. "I'm Shawn."

"Nathan." the stripper with the Texas accent announced.

"I'm Jackson." the green-eyed one said,

"My name's Spencer." Reid replied.

"Well, Spencer," Jackson started, "you better get comfortable, because you're going to be here a while."

"And when he says a while, he means until the next meeting is." Shawn commented.

Reid looked at Nathan, Shawn, and Jackson. His large brown eyes scanned for tell-tale signs the body unconsciously gave when a person was lying, but he could tell they weren't. Until Marcus came back saying that it was time, they were going to be tortured and humiliated endlessly….

And he had a feeling that it would 'be time' sooner than they though.

"….HA! Fast update : ) . Don't get too attached to them, though. And I apologize for the lack of action, but things should get a little more hands-on next chap. R&R?…"