A/N: Thanks for the response and reviews. Special thanks to tlcroft, emat90, and kateryne1. I had two votes for Reid whump and one vote for Derek whump, so I'll do a little bit of both - you'll see. Also, tlcroft, thanks for the idea. I did proofread it multiple times but am only human - I will have to try your idea out this time. Thanks for noticing the mistake!

"Though I saw it coming, it still hurts." - Unknown

ROSSI MET THEM at the airport. He had been helping ever since the two left, helping to fill the gap that the two men had left. He had been on his way to the office when he'd gotten Gideon's call.

They boarded the plane and sat down. Garcia sat down on the sofa, holding the picture of Morgan that the agent had taken. "Who is this agent?" she asked. "That we're meeting?"

"He'll be meeting us when we touch down. Agent Nathaniel Barnes," Hotchner said as he leaned against the seat. "He was the one who ran Morgan's face through the database of missing persons - said he looked American."

"Aren't Reid and Morgan old for traffickers to take, if that is what this is about?" Prentiss asked, sitting down. "Not to mention most go after women and not men... and younger individuals. And it's odd that this is in Amsterdam, of all places; prostitution is legal there."

"More women than men are prostitutes, but it's been profiled that 70% of the arrests are women and 20% men, so you can't eliminate it entirely," Rossi remarked. "And yes, they would be old, but older have been taken. And you are right; prostitution is legal there - however it's unfortunately still common to abduct, kidnap and force workers; sometimes there sometimes other places."

"And the other 10%?" Prentiss asked, raising her eyebrow as she brushed some crumbs off of her shirt.

"Unicorns," Gideon muttered under his breath as he sat down the paper. "These unsubs are skilled. They have to be to take not one but two federal agents. They must have had a purpose; surely they know that Reid and Morgan are agents by now. I doubt they'd leave them in an Amsterdam brothel if they were really after them for information."

"Unless forcing them to serve clients was their way of forcing them to talk," Rossi said, "But you're right - it's been three years. We need a timeline... Starting with how long has this group have them; have they been moved around; and such..." He let off a trail. "Have they been sold; and if so, how often..."

"We're assuming Reid is alive because Morgan is," JJ said. She carefully sent a look to Garcia, who sighed. "We need to consider the possibilities. He may be dead, he may be alive; in reality they may have been separated. Did the agent say he saw anyone like Reid?"

"No, but he's been at that brothel only a few times and was surprised they let him see a 'level two boy' as he put it. So it's possible Reid is there."

"Boy?" Garcia asked, arching her eyebrow as her hands flew to her computer. The term surprised her.

"The brothel operates in two different known categories. Level One clients are the one timers, the people who just want a fling and a 'date'-"

"Sex run," JJ muttered under her breath as she flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"And they just want the 'normal' services. Level Two clients are loyal to the brothel and pay a $50,000 a month fee... He has rumors of this and he thinks he's confirmed them. The mere fact that we have a picture of Morgan, alive, is worth going to check out."

The team nodded.

Morgan groaned as he awoke, rubbing his throbbing head. "Ugh," he said.

"Late night?" Reid asked. They didn't get beds, they got blankets on the floor. They weren't even allowed cots. One time Reid had gone off and told the men the benefits of sleeping on cots and beds and hadn't been allowed food for two days.

"More like weird night," Morgan muttered.

"How so?" Reid asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My client didn't want sex."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Reid remarked, looking at Morgan. The two were alone in the room. Others had already gone off for breakfast. He sighed, "What happened?" He knew that Morgan wouldn't spill unless he asked.

"He just took pictures," Morgan said, raising an eyebrow. "Just pictures."

"Just pictures? That's unusual, but not unheard of. After all, 2% of the repeats I have are into -"

Morgan held up a hand, then lowered his voice. "Not even naked photographs. Just a lot of facial photographs."

"That's... that's odd," Reid said. "Personal collection, perhaps? Like a trophy?"

"These aren't unsubs here, Reid. If they were," Morgan said as he got on his socks, "I'd actually understand them."

"Well, we can still profile johns - we have before," Reid pointed out. Their profiling skills had given them a much-needed survival edge.

"Yeah," Morgan said. "I don't know, Reid - something about this whole situation. It was just... off."

"Off," Reid remarked.

"Yeah... Like, he seemed like he was trying to be one of those Good Guy Clients, but wasn't." A Good Guy Client was what Morgan referred to as a client who came, tried to do business with someone but couldn't even do it with Viagra. Sometimes the Good Guy Client would fly into a fit of rage and beat the prostitute.

"Hmm," Reid frowned. He quickly pretended to bow his head and be interested in tying their shoes when the brothel owner came in. Michael Jones was one of the harshest owners in all of Amsterdam - he believed in clients first and didn't really care about his boys. Michael smiled, coming to Reid.

"Client for you tonight, boy," he said. Reid backed away, not liking Michael's close stance.

"Y-yes sir?" he asked, trying to avoid looking him in the eyes. Morgan stepped up closer to him.

Michael smirked, and grabbed Reid by his shoulder and threw him against the wall. Reid tried to catch himself, but failed, falling to the floor. Morgan grabbed him and helped him back up while Michael smirked yet again. Reid took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Look, pretty boy, you've gotta get more clients," Michael said. "I've been trying to allow you time to adapt and you've had way too long."

"I thought you booked my clients," Reid said.

"You aren't getting repeats," Michael retorted, grabbing him by his shoulder. Reid winced as it was yanked back.

"Stop," Morgan shouted, causing Michael's attention. Michael swung towards him and shoved him back against the wall.

"You," Michael muttered under his breath as he grabbed his weapon and drew it, pointing at Morgan, "Are the bane in my side. You know that?"

"And you're mine, but you don't see me complaining," Morgan retorted. Michael grabbed him and shoved him to the floor before shoving his gun in Morgan's face.

"No food for two days, double shifts, I find all your clients. I don't want to hear a word out of your mouth. If I do, you'll be sorry," Michael snarled, his face red and his eyes filled with hate. He waved his gun at Reid, "Stay." He grabbed Morgan and despite Morgan's protests, shoved him in the closet and tying his hands, even as Morgan tried to fight back. He slammed the door shut before grabbing Reid by his hair and dragging him up the stairs.

"What have I told you about back talking to me?" Michael demanded.

"I w-wasn't back talking to you - that w-would imply I was being argue-" Reid winced as he was slapped. He flushed as he felt heat rise to his face and he was shoved to the floor. He cried out as his palms scraped the floor.

"Too bad," Michael deadpanned as he grabbed Reid's arm and twisted it until he heard a sharp snap. Reid let out a harsh scream, causing Michael to let a chuckle escape. "You know, if I preferred males, I'd make you mine," he whispered.

Reid felt his stomach drop.

"But I don't prefer males." With that he grabbed Reid by his hair again and threw him against the wall, "Stay there until I have a use for you, understood?" he snarled before bringing the butt of his gun up against Reid's head.

That was the last thing Reid remembered before everything went black.

A/N:

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