A/N: Warning for a 'client' scene (no explicit sex), and details about what the two boys have been through. Thx for reviews!

Pain is temporary, quitting is forever. -Lance Armstrong

Reid was shaking as he took off this shirt. He didn't trust this client and he didn't know why; he'd been with clients hundreds of times of times before. He'd been sexually molested, assaulted, rape, had sex with women and men, been beaten, and he had been deprived of water for two days and been without food for up to two weeks at a time. He'd had someone try and cut off his finger and someone else shoot his foot. He shuddered at that memory.

Flashback

"What happened, Reid?" Morgan questioned, looking at his foot. The bullet hadn't hit it dead on or things would be a lot worse. Even though when they worked, Reid and Morgan went by different aliases, when off shift, they called each other by their real names. It kept things normal.

"H-he shot me," Reid gasped as the client ran down the stairs. He wasn't even sure how or why Morgan was here. It was their first year at the brothel and they were working with the worst of the worst clients... case in point, this asshole.

"He did what?" Morgan asked, his jaw dropping as he rushed over to Reid's side. "I have to stop the bleeding," he said. Michael came in after him and grabbed Morgan by the t-shirt, pulling him close.

"What if I want him to bleed?" Michael sneered. Reid winced, laying his head down as he gasped for breath. Michael was the leader of the brothel and hated them both with a passion. He'd bought them because he had been busted by a fed the one time he was in America and hated them both; thus, he was determined to make Reid and Morgan pay.

"He can loose some blood but not tons. He's worth more alive than dead," Morgan snapped, shooting Reid a look that said 'sorry.'

"What if," Michael smiled, grabbing Morgan by the back of his neck, "I took Reid to the hospital?"

Morgan removed Michael's hand ever-so-slightly. "Hm... Hospital." He wanted Reid to go and he knew that Reid would know that. However, he didn't want to appear too eager. Michael loved it when people were overly eager, especially the people under him. He took great pleasure in crushing them under his foot.

"Yes." Michael smiled and grabbed Reid by his arm, twisting it so hard he screamed. "Agree to do whatever I want for the night and I'll take him to the hospital. Otherwise, I'll shoot him again myself." With that he snapped Reid's arm in half.

"No! No, it's a deal. Don't - don't hurt him," Morgan said, standing up as he allowed himself to be cuffed.

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Good boy," he said, grabbing Morgan by his arms and pulling him out of the room. Morgan didn't try to resist, fearing for Reid even as he was moved into another part of the building and knocked unconscious.

End flashback

So why did this person, of all of them, make him so uncomfortable? Reid swallowed as the person turned to him. He tended to think of all his clients as unsubs; it was a coping mechanism that allowed this to treat what situation he was in as... well, less than the hell it really was.

The person smiled at him - he'd called himself Kenny, but instructed Reid not to use his real name. "Sit down," Kenny smiled at Reid as he shoved him onto the floor. Reid winced and allowed himself to be shoved. Kenny rolled him over. "Wanna get passionate?" he taunted, his voice a smirk. As he grabbed the belt on Reid's pants, he added, "By the way, you don't have a choice."

- Later The Next Morning -

"Hi. I'm Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Rossi, Prentiss, JJ and Garcia." Hotchner had gotten permission for Garcia to act as an Agent Abroad - he'd wanted her to be able to gain the same clearance they had if needed.

"Pleasure to meet you. Sorry it's under these circumstances," the agent said. "Agent Nathaniel Barnes." He lead the team into their private meeting room. "I've been working these streets. We know the particular brothel they're in has been, well, less than honest. However, we've had reason to believe they've been exploiting workers, so my team investigated. We're in charge of investigating sex crimes in the area that target children. When I ran across the brothel, I became interested in learning about their 'Rank Two Clients,' since they offer them. I was expecting more of an application, but apparently all you have to do is pay the $50,000 a month and you're in." He blinked, "Sorry."

Hotchner nodded as the team all sat down. "So, you've seen Morgan just the once?"

"Yes- the rest of those pictures are in those files as I showed you them. There aren't a ton; I played it like a Good Guy Client and left."

"Good Guy Client?" JJ asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Good Guy Clients just need a release, generally - they don't have a consensual partner of their own, so rather than, well, you know - they go to a brothel. They try. They can't do it. They usually enjoy the foreplay more than the actual act itself. Sometimes they'll get angry and beat the client, other times they'll just leave."

"What was Morgan's state of mind when you were there with him?" Rossi asked.

"He seemed shaken, probably about something recent. I'd been sitting at the bar most of the night. I had asked for their strongest person, because I wanted to see the other side of their clientele. They told me their strongest person was on the Tier Two table, and requested I spoke with the manager. I did and they told me about the Tier Two Package. For $50k a month, you can see three people a week, with only a fee of $100 an hour if you wanna see others. They are special people dedicated to level two clients."

Rossi nodded. "Continue."

"He gave me Morgan after I said I wanted to start out by taking photos, then show to my friend, then bring a freind in to have fun. Morgan wasn't told about the second part, I don't think; I didn't tell him and I doubt the manager did either. Morgan seemed weirded out when all I did was take photos."

"Did he have any scarring that you could see?"

"Just a brand with the initials S.R.D.M, you can see that here-" the agent said, pointing to it.

"This was carved into his skin at one point," Hotch muttered, feeling sick. "Upper right shoulder - by someone else, I'd assume."

"I didn't know what SRDM stood for, but I took a picture of it anyway. I had to tell him I liked his scars."

"Spencer Reid Derek Morgan," Garcia said after examining it. "I doubt Reid would have done this though, even if it was Derek's request."

Rossi nodded, "Did he refer to Morgan by name?"

"No, brothel boys as they call them usually have street names. Morgan's current one is Brayden... I think."

Rossi nodded.

The agent checked his watch. "I'm scheduled to meet him with a friend later tonight for 'some fun'; who are you sending with me?" he asked.

Morgan was bartending that night. He generally didn't mind bartending, that allowed him to keep an eye on Reid. He was only allowed to bartend on nights Reid was working, most likely so he couldn't plan to somehow allow someone to cover for him so the two could get away. He was supposed to work the bartending shift from now until whatever time his client showed up.

Reid slipped through the corners, weaving towards him. "Two vodkas," he said, placing the individual's credit card down. He lowered his voice, "One very light vodka, and one very heavy, please."

Morgan nodded, "You okay?"

"Obviously," Reid muttered with a sigh. "Thanks," he said. He frowned when he saw two men walk in. "Thanks." With that he left the table.

Morgan shook his head as the two men came to sit down. Inwardly, his stomach clenched; he recognized one as the person from the other night that had been so intent on photographing him. He turned his back on the two and began to mix someone else's drink before serving it to them.

"Can I get you two anything?" Morgan asked them.

"Yeah," his repeat said, "Two waters and whatever's most expensive on the menu."

Morgan frowned at the request, knowing that the person was trying to show off. He put the order in for the food and brought back the two waters. "It'll be out shortly."

"And, of course," the person said, grabbing Morgan's shirt, "You'll be on the menu in just a bit won't you?"

His stomach clenched as he tried to back away a bit. "Yes. But not yet," he said. He was bartending until ten, dammit, if he had any say in the matter.

"Right. Ten o'clock... in twenty minutes." Morgan ignored the smirk as he served the two their food. "My friend and I want a room without cameras. Book us," he said, throwing his card at Morgan.

"How long?" Morgan asked, clenching his teeth. He hated it when people treated him like he was furniture. He really should be used to it by now, but it wasn't something you really got used too.

"Overnight, obviously. Too special to pass up an opportunity with... a fine specimen."

Morgan rang up the purchase and handed it to him. All too soon he was forced to leave the bar and go upstairs with the two men.

He could handle whatever. He really, honestly could.

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