"…This is story has, at the very most, five chapter left. Then, I will post my five-chapter H/R drabble series (Which all of them will be posted AT ONCE!), and I will start writing White Light. Previews will be posted tomorrow, but summaries of future fics are already up. R&R?…"

Addicted Innocence-Chapter 16

All Right

"He's right up the stairs." Marcus grinned.

"Good." The buyer smiled. "I saw all the pictures you've sent to me of him, and my is he beautiful! I just can't wait to actually see him...and feel him."

"Oh, well, I'm sure you can't." Marcus nodded. "You should know I didn't train him as thoroughly as I did the others. I've only had him for a few days, so he isn't as experienced as the others are."

"That's quite fine. I'll just have to 'train' him myself." The buyer replied. "I have the feeling I will thoroughly enjoy it."

"Sorry I'm late, guys- traffic and all that, you know." Jared said as he caught up with the group.

"It's no bother, Jared." The buyer reassured. Jared smiled at that, and he escorted the man into the room Reid was laying in. The buyer's smile widened as he caught sight of Reid's resting form, his chest slightly heaving as it raised and lowered. The younger man's eyes blinked opened at the sudden sounds in the room; his make-up was runny from being on too long without being reapplied, but nonetheless he still looked breath taking.

"My, he is more beautiful than I recall." He breathed. He reached out to touch his still wet hair, making Marcus smile at the memories he had of blasting the boy with cold, hard water. They buyer ran his hands through the hair and let them slide down his sides, moving with every curve and wave.

"Is it safe to assume that the deal is still on, then?" Marcus asked.

"Of course it is. He'll be so fun to break." The buyer nodded. He managed to leave Spencer alone long enough to pass Marcus the money he owed him. Then, his hands slipped back onto Spencer's body.

"We'll help you get him to the car." Jared said. "Discreetly, I may add."

"That would be very much appreciated." The buyer agreed. "And very helpful."

"He is quite light, but the 'container' we put him in won't be." Marcus said. "We're going to stuff him in a cabinet set and we'll place it in the back of your car. It'll work fine, I promise."

"I believe you." The buyer nodded. "Shall we?"

Marcus was about to nod his head, but a knock on the door stopped him. "I'll be right back." Marcus muttered instead. "Just stay here, okay?"

"Of course." Jared nodded.

Marcus descended down the staircase and quickly jogged to the door. With a smile on his face, he answered the door.

"FBI- he have a warrant for your arrest." Morgan said coldly, flashing a badge at the bastard who had hurt his Spencer.

"Oh, and what for?" Marcus asked.

Morgan pushed Marcus back into his house and onto the ground. Hotch, who had been the only one in the SUV with Morgan-Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi were following behind them- ran up to the pair, knowing that Morgan was ready for a fight.

"You bastard! Morgan shouted as he pinned him to the floor. Marcus kicked him in the stomach and managed to pull him off him. He was about to stand up when Morgan tackled his legs back onto the floor. He punched Marcus twice before Marcus spun around and punched Morgan back. Filled with anger, Morgan groped Marcus' arms and pushed him through a glass cabinet.

Hotch, who had let Morgan tackle Marcus, decided it was time to butt in, and he pulled Morgan off Marcus. "Go upstairs and find Reid! I'll take care of Marcus." Hotch ordered. Reluctantly, Morgan nodded and ran up the stairs as Hotch cuffed Marcus.

~*M/R*~

The buyer felt Reid up as he impatiently waited for Marcus, unaware of the chaos going on below. Jared watched with a glare on his face from the doorway, listening for the 'FBI Greeting' signaling it was okay to interrupt the nameless buyer. Once he heard Morgan's cold and familiar voice, Jared's attention snapped from the doorway to the buyer who was eye-raping Reid as he stroked his side. Jared pulled the buyer off him and yanked him down to the ground.

"Get your whore-hands off my friend!" he growled. He kicked the buyer's ribs before he had a chance to fight back. For good measures, he kicked one last time and headed back over to Reid.

"Hey Spencer." He smiled. "Don't worry; we're going to get you out of here."

Spencer managed to give Jared a small smile before grimacing in pain. Jared frowned at his friend's movements and tried his best to untie the binds around his wrists faster.

Suddenly, Jared felt someone grab at his back and pull him down to the ground. The buyer punched Jared in the face and in the younger man's moment of surprise he straddled him to the ground underneath him.

"Oh hell no!" Jared glared. He immediately took control of the situation and punched the buyer's stomach-and hard. They buyer immediately flinched away from Jared and backed away and toward the doorway. Jared jumped to his feet and pulled the buyer up with him. Knowing that the FBI was downstairs arresting Marcus, he dragged the buyer out of the room and practically threw him down the staircase. Hotch, who was climbing the stairs at the time, grabbed hold of the buyer, ready to pull him down the rest of the way, when Jared shook his head. "Let me do it; take care of Spencer." Hotch nodded; he was no mood to argue with the young man, and he wanted to see his youngest agent and make sure that he was okay.

Hotch staggered through the hallway and into the room that his naked agent was trapped. He skidded down to his knees and down to eye-level with Reid. It worried him that Reid hadn't moved a bit since his entrance, and it was starting to worry him.

"Reid." No answer. "Reid." Still nothing. "Spencer!" Finally, Spencer's eyes fluttered opened, and Hotch calmed down a bit. 'Reid's okay,' he thought. 'He'll make it through.'

"Spencer, we're going to get you out of here, but first…" he trailed off as his fingers waved their way toward Spencer's eyelids. He wiped off that damned mascara and some of the purple eye shadow. Spencer managed to half-laugh at that, grateful to have the itchy make-up somewhat removed. Then, he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Reid's mid-section. "Yeah, I thought you'd appreciate that." He smiled. Then, he stood up with his arms open, ready to take Spence down the stairs. "Come on; let's get you out of here; I have the feeling that Morgan…misses you."

"You know?" Reid asked, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Spencer, I'm a profiler…. and I know what love looks like." Hotch smiled back. With a final nod from Spencer, Hotch picked him up and carried him down the stairs.

Morgan managed to stop glaring at Marcus long enough to realize that someone was walking down the staircase. When he saw Hotch carrying Reid, he felt a sting of jealousy, but when he looked down at Reid, who was curled in a ball wearing nothing but Hotch's jacket, he felt instant panic and ran toward them. Hotch handed Reid over to Morgan. In return, Morgan hugged Reid close to him and planted a kiss on lips.

"I miss you, Pretty Boy." He whispered. "But it's going to be okay now, all right? It's going to be okay…"

"…So I said there was going to be three fights, but that was too epic, so I took out one and rearranged it a bit to work it in the next chapter or so. I hope you guys liked this! Rest assured- the story isn't QUITE over yet!…"