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Addicted Innocence-Chapter 15

Stage Names

"It's okay, Jackson. Just take a deep breath." JJ coached. The younger male had started hyperventilating, and she was trying all she could to get him to calm down. Finally, Jackson took 'a deep breath' and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, he opened his eyes and nodded his head.

"Okay, I'm ready." He said.

"Are you sure? We can wait a little longer…"

"No, I want to help the others. One of them wasn't even a stripper."

The last sentence caught JJ off-guard. She knew that he had to be talking about Reid, but her team hadn't known just how close they were to finding him until now. JJ nodded her head again. "Was his name Spencer?" she asked, trying to gently prod more information from Jackson.

"Yeah, I think so. We… we asked him if he was, and he had said no. He's an FBI Agent, I think."

"Jackson, Spencer Reid works on my team. He was sent undercover, and things went a little…bad."

"I figured as much." Jackson nodded. "I can't tell you about how I was kidnapped- I'm still trying to figure that out. I guess I was…. with a client…. and he took me that way."

"Close your eyes and think back to the day you were taken. You were in a car at one point, correct? Do you remember anything from when you were being held, like descriptions of what it looked like and what he did to you there?"

"It was a house- an old, white house. There was a fence, I think. Yes! There was definitely a white picket fence. Across the street, there was an even older building- a warehouse, I think. Oh, and there was a large tree- an acorn tree- in front of the house. It was three stories high- the house we were in." Jackson replied. He was trying to paint a clear picture of what had happened, but his memories came back randomly and scattered.

"That's a great start, Jackson. Could you tell me what the man who had hurt you looked like?"

"He had short black hair and a ring on his finger- a class ring. I think Spencer called him Marcus, but it was probably a fake name that he gave us- a stage name. There was a burn mark on his hand, and his skin looked…off, I guess. It looked like he had been in some kind of accident, like he spilt chemicals on it or had skin cancer. It was wrinkly, but he didn't look old. He looked…sick. He was black, but the burns made some areas look white."

"Okay." JJ nodded, smiling reassuringly. "Did he tell you why you were there?"

"It was a slave trade."

"And he was…training you?"

"I…. I guess you could say that." Jackson answered quietly.

"All right, I have one more question, and then you can go for now." JJ started. "Why did he take you to his home?"

"He wanted me- he bought me. The others weren't too thrilled about it, but they figured money is money, I guess. I was the only one who was sold to someone working the… the trade, but I wouldn't be shocked if it happened to Spencer, too. The man he called Marcus really 'liked' him." He sighed, fighting back tears.

"Thank you, Jackson. This could really help us find them and bring them back. Is it okay if we contact you later on?"

"Of course." Jackson nodded. JJ pushed a pad of paper in front of the man, and he quickly sketched out his number. "Please, call me if you find them."

"I promise." JJ smiled. With that, she escorted him to the door and led him out of the building….

~*R/M*~

"Deris Tribble, do you know why you're here?" Prentiss asked as she leaned against the interrogation room table.

"I get the feeling this involves me screwing over that guy, uh, Jackson, I think it was." he snorted. "And you probably want me to give you the names of the other dudes involved with the sex slave business." he added.

"That's a start, yes." Prentiss nodded. "So you admit to being apart of the sex slave business?"

"Yeah, that's a confession." Deris nodded. "Do I...Do I get a deal if I cooperate?" he hinted.

"It depends on what information you can give us, but if we are able to locate the other slaves, then there's a very good chance that you'll be put in jail with parole and the option to get out early with good behavior, and considering the fact that you accidently kidnapped an undercover agent, that's a pretty good deal." Prentiss explained. She hated thinking about Reid as a slave, but she knew that she had to if she was going to get Deris Tribble to tell her where they were.

"I'll take it." he nodded. "What do you need from me?"

"A location, to start with." Prentiss pushed a pen and paper in front of him and motioned for him to write the information down. He studied the paper for a minute before his eyes darted up at her. Then, he finally reached for the pen and titled the paper so he could write on it. He scribbled out a name and slid it back her way. Prentiss looked down on the paper and looked back at him. "Remember, if we find out this is a false address, you're going to jail for a very long time. Are you positive that what you wrote down is where we need to look?" Deris sighed before reaching for the pad again. He picked up the pen and wrote something else. Prentiss took it from him with a smile as she read it.

" 'I know I can't afford to lie. That's where you need to go.' " she quoted.

"I told you, ma'am, I know what I've done, and even if I am a criminal, I am an honest man." Derris reiterated. He wasn't smiling, rather his face wore a serious and composed look that Prentiss admired.

"I appreciate that." she nodded. "Now, I need the names of all the men who were at the warehouse." Prentiss instructed. Again, Derris wrote down the names in a timely matter, but Prentiss didn't even bother looking at what he wrote afterwards. She took the pad after that and handed it to Hotch, who had briefly wandered into the room until Prentiss was done. Hotch gave her a curt nod before leaving again. When Hotch left the room, she sat back on the table and looked at him just as seriously as Deris was looking at her. "I need to know any other information that we may need to know. the more information we receive the more time we can get reduced from your sentence."

"Agent Prentiss, I would have told you all of this even if I was going to jail. I was caught, and I know that I would've just dug myself into a deeper hole if I refused to help. I'm not stupid."

"I never said you were." Prentiss said, nodding her head. There was a short pause before Deris continued, but neither of them seemed to mind. Deris wasn't like their other criminals; in fact, he probably could have been a good agent if he hadn't gotten caught up in whatever started his criminal 'career'.

"They're selling the one posing as Jasper tonight. They buywer will be coming by tonight at the address I gave you, but I don't know the exact time." Deris supplied.

"Posing as Jasper...?"

"Yeah, the real Jasper-I think his real name's Jared- is one of us. He's on that list." Deris nodded. "I'm sure you already know that Jasper's just a stage name, and for all I know, so is Jared."

"No, his real name's Jared." Prentiss sighed. "All right; thank you, Deris. That'll be all for now. In the meantime, we're going to keep you here in case we need to ask you more questions."

"Of course." Deris nodded in understandment. With that, Prentiss left the room...

~*M/R*~

Derek Morgan watched the interrogation with disbelief. He couldn't believe that Jasp-Jared had turned on them. He was supposed to be helping them, not making everything worse!

"Hey guys, I've got some news." Rossi said as he entered the room.

"What is it?" Prentiss asked.

"I've been doing some research on Jared online. I found what Garcia called a 'dummy website' for the strip joint Jared works at online, and it had a profile of him online. Turns out, there's a hidden code in it, and Garcia's working on cracking it. I think that Jared knew what was going on, and he took matters into his own hand. What if he approached him the day that they were going to take him and said he wanted in so he could help us save the others and shut down the trades all-together, and he was trying to tell us that using this code?"

"I think that's a possibilty, Dave." Hotch nodded. "Good work everyone. Now, let's get Reid before this gets any worse..."

~*M/R*~

When Spencer Reid woke up, he automatically realized that his wrists and ankles were tied...and he was naked. He heard footsteps walking up the stairs, and his mind started to realize what was going on. He was about to be sold, and his team hadn't found him yet. Suppressing his panic as much as he could, he closed his eyes and prayed that his team was on the way...

"...Who likes my new [end scene] design, 'eh? :) I'm quite fond of it. And YAY! Deris is helping! SPOILER: Fight scene coming up next! Annd, Ihaven't forgotten about William Reid, but I just have no use for him until the epilogue, which is coming soonish. Thnx for reading; hope you guys still like it!.."