A/N: Here's the next installment. Enjoy!

Nothing kills you like your mind-unknown

Morgan's jaw was tight as he walked into the office, frowning as he realized the lawyer was white. While it didn't matter to him, he hoped it wouldn't matter to anyone else either. He'd had more than his fair share of clients - Morgan just shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Before he'd come in, the lawyer had whispered to him, "If things don't go exactly as planned, I will call and they will kill Reid instantly. If I don't call, they'll kill Reid. Got it?"

Morgan closed his eyes; he couldn't deal with Reid dying. "I need to speak with Agent Hotchner," he told the front desk clerk, who looked like someone who couldn't be bothered to do more than chewing gum (which she was doing right at that second).

"And you are?"

"He knows me by Morgan," Derek said as he leaned back and crossed his arms slightly, trying not to get annoyed by this girl.

The blonde bubble gum chewing girl raised her eyebrows. "And?"

"I'm his lawyer, dear. We need to speak to Agent Hotchner, please." He put his hand on Derek's elbow, probably a silent reminder for him not to run away.

"I'm Agent Hotchner with the FBI. Thank you, Martina. Can you please come back with me?" he asked. "Just Agent Morgan," he added, and Morgan hoped he could see how uncomfortable he was with this man and exactly how close the man was.

Morgan swallowed, for Reid. I can do this for Reid. He's done more for me. "No... he's my l-lawyer." He purposely stuttered on the word lawyer, knowing Hotch would pick it up.

"Right, of course." Hotch led them to a closed window, and Morgan could see the rest of the team waiting. He didn't get a chance to see the reactions of the team, though, before he was moved behind what he presumed to be a two-way window.

The lawyer smiled at Agent Hotchner. "You've been following my client far and long and he wants you to stop. Agent Morgan has moved on from his life with the FBI. He has told me he regrets being unable to sign a release form, and I've prepared two here; one for Agent Morgan who signed it and one for Agent Reid, who also signed it. Both boys are happy in their lives here at Amsterdam and would request that you don't talk to them, you don't follow them, you don't interact with them."

"Morgan?" Hotch asked, his voice calm and steady. Much to Morgan's relief, he knew Hotch was underacting intentionally. That meant Hotch didn't buy the many's story for a minute. How could he sneak in a code word, code phrase, something?

"Yes, sir that's correct. Reid apologizes he was unable to make it today but he was with..." Morgan paused, unsure how to word it, then the idea formed in his head, "A a client."

"What he means is, Mr. Hotchner-"

"Agent Hotchner," Hotch corrected and Morgan inwardly felt a sense of relief. Hotch really wasn't buying the guy's bullshit.

"Agent Hotchner, is that Reid could not be here today. I am sure you will want to speak with him so I'd be happy to bring him to the building."

"Good." Hotch looked at Morgan. "Is what he is saying true?"

Morgan nodded, "Y-yes, sir." He made sure to stutter again.

Agent Hotchner sighed, then looked at Morgan. "You sure you can't talk to me alone-"

"Would you like me to file charges of you coercing my client?"

"No. I'll file the motion to dismiss him from the FBI. It was good working with you, Morgan."

Morgan knew it was happening but it was still a shock as he followed the lawyer asshole sleazebag out to the car before moving him out.

Hotch walked out the door of the interrogation room and grabbed Rossi. "Rossi, get me the make and model of the car they're driving please." Rossi nodded and walked out the back door.

"You don't buy the bullshit, then, do you?" Garcia asked, her hands still clenched from the shock.

"No. Morgan was scared, something was off. He only stuttered on two words, too: yes when I asked him if he was sure of resigning to the FBI and once when he mentioned the word lawyer. I'm fairly certain those were the two times he was lying to me."

JJ frowned. "So you're saying he used stuttering as a way too-"

"Say he wasn't being completely honest, correct." Hotchner sighed. "We have the lawyer's face - he's got to be involved in this somehow. My guess is they'll move Morgan and Reid so I need a list, somehow, of the best possible choices. Is that something you can do for me Garcia?"

"Already on it," Garcia remarked. "Huh, this is interesting."

"What?"

"That sleezeball lawyer - got his photo from the security camera - is listed as being co-owner of four brothels, including the brothel that you guys went to check out with Morgan."

"See if Morgan and Reid are listed as working at that brothel," JJ said as she sat down next to Garcia.

"No dice, makes sense. They wouldn't want to advertise our two big bad boys are working for them if things weren't on the up and up, would they?" Garcia asked.

"Black four door sedan, no plates. Should I put it a bolo out on it anyway?"

"No, we need them thinking that we believe them. Will give us more freedom to investigate if they feel less threatened. If they feel threatened they'll likely run or get confrontational, neither of which are good. Garcia, can you cross-reference Morgan's and Reid's names with all of the four?"

"Cross-referencing… nothing."

"Wait, what was his street name? Brayden? Try that."

"Got one hit for Brayden and that is most definitely not Reid," Garcia said. "They aren't required to upload lists so I'm just going by what's on their site."

"Garcia, go to the sites and see if they have any advertisements about the Level Two services," Hotchner said.

"OK. I'm on it," Garcia said as the team went into the meeting room. She sighed, wondering what was going on in Morgan's mind.

"You did a good job," the lawyer smirked as he grabbed Morgan's upper arm. "Didn't expect you to go through it without raging. Michael will be disappointed."

"Didn't want to let you down," Morgan deadpanned as they pulled into the lot of the same brothel. "Why are we back here?"

"Because I'm picking something up. Stay in the car," he ordered. He left his cell phone in the front seat and he went in.

Deciding he didn't care if it was a trap, Morgan prayed Garcia's cell phone was the same as he remembered. He dialed the numbers and hoped she'd answer.

"Garcia, master of all things technology - who's this?"

"Garcia, baby, it's me. I stole someone's phone and can't talk for long but please, please, tell Hotch I didn't mean what I said ok? They said if I didn't they'd kill Reid."

"Tracing call now. Do you know where you're at?"

"Yeah, I'm at the brothel but they're being moved. But Garcia, I don't know where Reid is. They said if I said that they'd kill Reid." Morgan sighed, "I can't stay on the phone - I have to go."

"Morgan-" Garcia said as it cut off. She breathed a sigh of relief as the phone was still on, though. "HOTCH!" She yelled, not caring that he was in a meeting. She barged in. "Hotch. Now," she said. "Morgan just called."

"What?" Hotch asked, coming towards her.

"My cell-phone auto records calls, thanks to that creepy stalking incident back in '09. Anyway, Morgan called me. He said not to stop looking for him, that the lawyer thing was a trap, that he lied because he didn't know where Reid was and that they'd kill him if he said anything other than what they told him too."

"Fits the profile of controlling assholes," Rossi said as he stepped out of the room. The team members followed.

"Are you still getting a trace on the phone?" Hotch asked, rubbing his head. "Part of me wants to follow them but part of me is afraid that if we rescue Morgan and don't know where Reid is…"

"Agreed. I say we trace the phone, figure out where this guy ends up. I think you're right - they've kept Reid and Morgan alive for this long - they'll probably continue to keep them alive and won't kill them."

"Probably," Garcia muttered, wringing her hands. "Oooh, it stopped at one of the brothels on the list."

"Which is?"

"The Good Guys Gone Bad. Not actually registered as an official brothel, but -"

With that the team was gone.

"Well then," Garcia muttered as she returned to her tracking, "Good."

Morgan carefully erased the number from the phone and set it down, hoping the man wouldn't be getting a cell phone statement. He sighed as he looked out the window, careful to keep his forehead in a submissive posture. He and Reid had met the lawyer a few times before and had put together a semi-profile on him out of boredom.

They suspected the man was between the ages of 40-50, had a large wealth, presumably from the ring. The expensive leather suites that he wore suggested he wasn't afraid to hide his wealth. They also knew he enjoyed it when people were submissive, as he went only with who he considered to be the weakest of girls at the brothel.

"Back," the lawyer said and checked his phone. "Oh, good. You didn't touch it," he said with a smirk as he slipped it into his pocket.

"I have enjoyed working for the brothel and do not wish my position to be terminated," Morgan deadpanned with a straight face. The lawyer, he and Reid had observed, had one slight problem. He could not understand sarcasm. Reid and Morgan had used that to their advantage more than once.

"Good," the lawyer said. "Must feel better to get away from the FBI and all that bullshit huh?"

"Of course," Morgan lied smoothly as he bit his nail. He watched the road as they drove away, feeling more dejected and somewhat relieved. All he knew was he had to talk to Reid.

Reid groaned as he awoke, wondering where the hell he was. Oh, they'd moved. That was right. He could only hope Morgan was moved to the same place. He grimaced as he flashed back.

Flashback

"What are you doing you idiot? Don't touch it," the man said as he shoved Reid into the back of the car. Reid didn't fight, knowing they had Morgan elsewhere.

"S-sorry," Reid said as he allowed himself to be shoved in.

"Sorry? Yeah, you're sorry. You know how your arm just healed? How would you feel if it was broken?"

"No, please-"

"Would you prefer a party of 5?"

"No-, ple-"

"Then you'll have to deal with that." With that Reid tried to pull his arm away only as the man grabbed him and snapped it like a twig.

Oh, yeah. That would explain the brace. Reid groaned as he hit his head against the wall, hoping Morgan would be back soon.

Hotch sighed as they pulled up to the hotel that was oh-so-conveniently located by the brothel. "JJ, see if they have any rooms here for us. Two, please."

JJ nodded and went in with Prentiss. "Buddy system in creepy-ass foreign places," Prentiss muttered under her breath even as she walked to the death and flashed a smile. "Hi, two hotel rooms available for tonight?" she asked.

The woman at the desk did a check. "And what type of level of service would you like with those rooms?"

"Um. What are our options?" JJ asked, looking at Prentiss.

"Two beds, one bed?"

"Two," JJ said, "On both. Thanks." She did the paperwork and walked out to the car, giving the second key card to Hotch. The team went upstairs while Prentiss went back to the station to grab Garcia.

"Thoughts?" She asked Hotch as they checked into their room. Hotch immediately started to check the room for bugs. When he found none, he turned to the team.

"The man who's been helping us," Hotchner declared, "Is in on it."