Derek Morgan groaned as he sat down next to Reid. "Any idea where we are?"

Reid shook his head. "No, but we're not that far. It felt like ten, twenty minutes; somewhere in there."

Morgan nodded and leaned up against the corner, sighing. "I doubt they'll let us work for a bit."

"Probably not. Would explain the small size of the room; they don't want to arouse suspicions." Morgan sighed and coughed again. "Shit…" he muttered.

"What happened?" Reid asked, concerned.

"I think I broke my rib…" Morgan winced, then shook his head. "No, I don't think they broke it… I guess it just feels like it."

Flashback

"He was good, didn't even make any phone calls when he had the opportunity," the lawyer remarked, "But I'm pretty sure that's only because we said we'd punish Reid."

"What do you think we should do about that?" Michael asked with a smile. Morgan didn't dare move.

"I think… we should teach him who's boss."

"What happened?"

"Got beaten." Morgan laid back against the wall as he looked at Reid. "I just feel screwed now. We know they're alive but we still can't get to them..."

"We can't give up though, Morgan," Reid whispered back. "We will get back to them. They know we're alive, so we know they're alive... you know."

"Yeah, I know," Morgan said glumly as he fiddled with his wrist. "It's just frustrating, this whole time we thought that they were dead, but we knew there was a chance..."

"Yeah, we knew we also had to do what we did to survive Morgan - I don't think we have anything to feel guilty about," Reid said as he watched the door open. Robin and Jason, two of the others who had worked at their brothel, came in with blankets. The door was shut behind them.

"Wouldn't even give us pillows, the cheapskates," Jason muttered. "Or should I call them assholes?"

"Assholes works," Morgan muttered as he gratefully took the blanket. "So what's the news?"

"We're only serving special, tier-two request clients," Robin said with an exhale. "They were upset, and moved me and Jason - not sure why. Everyone else is staying at the other brothel."

"Do you two have anything in common?" Reid asked. "We could profile them, or adjust our profile of them rather."

"That's what you two used to do, right? Profile them?" Robin asked. "I mean, profile people? Like..."

"Yeah, we used to profile criminals for our job at the FBI."

"I remember the FBI from shows and shit," Jason said, tying his shoe. "I was also in America for a long time. That's where they kidnapped me, actually. See, my parents and I were American citizens and one day, they grabbed me out of my bed. I don't even know why they kidnapped me, but they took me here."

"America to Amsterdam? That's unusual," Reid remarked. "What about you Robin?"

Robin sighed, she'd never told anyone her story before. "I... never told anyone about it."

"It's not like we'll judge you," Jason said as he untied his shoe and started taking the laces out of it.

"I'm from America also, but I wasn't kidnapped out of my bed. I was at a party with a friend and was walking home and got kidnapped."

"It seems weird that they're taking people from America," Reid remarked. "I mean, ultimately, we're all from America, right? Robin, how old are you now? You said you've been in prostitution seven years?"

"Seventeen - ten when I was taken."

"Seventeen now, thirteen when I was taken," Jason said glumly. "What's your thoughts, profiler dude?"

"Someone has to be from America," Morgan remarked. "They knew that they we were FBI because we were auctioned off - but they put us with you which leads me to believe they knew we were from America."

"Well, I think most know that the FBI are from America... Given by what clients you're given. The question is why kidnap people from America at all? Other countries are much easier to abduct from," Jason said.

Both of the profilers smiled "You'd make a good profiler," Reid said with a smile. "You two work the floors more than we do. Where are most of the people from? Do they have people who want to be prostitutes and go to their own home every night?"

"Not really," Robin said with a shake of her head. "Most of them they force into this. They make more money that way. It's stupid because they've legalized prostitution."

"Morgan, what do you think Hotch thought of our resignation letters?" Reid asked him.

"Honestly, I don't think he bought it for a minute."

"Client for Reid," a voice said as they came in, grabbed Reid by the arm and left.

"I think they like Americans," Jason said carefully as he watched the brown door slam shut. "I don't know why though," he added.

"Maybe some of their clients are coming from America because prostitution is legal here and want Americanized clients? Alternatively, many people in America think this can't possibly happen to them... hmm," Morgan said with a shrug. "Anyway, it's something to think about."

Hotch sighed as he paced the room anxiously, hoping that Rossi would still not be known by the ring. "We have reason to believe that the many who was helping it is in on it. They could've gone to many stations; they came here. I'm sure they came here because they knew we were Reid's team. We just - it just - the dots just line up."

"I know, Hotch. Don't worry, your earlier explanation made sense." Garcia frowned. "I believe I've just proved you right, too."

"Oh?" Hotch asked, coming over to the computer and looking at it, seeing at the lawyer was the biological brother of the man who had been 'helping' them on the case. He immediately turned to JJ. "Get me Rossi on the phone. Now!"

"Yes, I want a Tier Two Boy," Rossi said at the front desk as he silenced his cell phone. "I believe my $50k entitles me to three of those a week."

"Yes, sir, it does," the woman said as her fingers flew over the keyboard. "We have four currently working in the brothel at the moment. One is with another client, but another boy is available. We have these four," she said, turning to him the monitor. Rossi sighed inwardly when he saw Reid and Morgan and another younger boy and girl.

"Which one is unavailable?"

"This one - he's only booked for two hours though-"

"Urges don't wait," Rossi said with a smirk, "If you know what I mean. I believe there's something in my notes about being able to request a room without cameras. I want one without cameras, and I want Morgan in there."

"Yes, sir. I'll have it ready for you in a moment." With that a few dings of a button and she left the desk. A few minutes later, Rossi could hear her voice down the hallway although he acted like he couldn't.

"Be nice, Brayden. Michael's already pissed at you for earlier," the woman said as she walked him down to Rossi. "Michael doesn't like moving boys rooms and you broke that. You're lucky you still service Tier Twos, so unless you want to be even more of a fucking slut, I suggest you do your damn best to keep this client happy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'ma," Morgan said, although Rossi could tell from his tone of voice he could care less if this didn't happen. The words the woman used made him think she was probably one of the traffickers or at least knew of the darker side of the location. "I was unaware that being a prostitute made you a slut, though; I thought it was a job." There was a definite smirk in his voice as he said that and it made Rossi glad to know that Morgan still had a backbone even after three years of this shit.

"Don't back talk to me, focus on the job at hand. Slut," she added even as she came out of the room.

"I don't want to be serviced by a slut," Rossi said, knowing she had intended for him to hear those comments. He wanted to see her reaction to his statement.

"I apologize, sir. Morgan and I have personal history and I allowed it to interfere during our working hours. I can get another boy for you if you'd prefer?"

"No, that won't be necessary," Rossi said. "Which room?"

"Room 3355. This brothel is different from the last one you were at - the upper floors don't have cameras." It could have been just his imagination, but Rossi was sure that she smirked at Morgan as she said that.

Morgan followed Rossi obediently, although he looked like he wouldn't mind decking Rossi in the face and running. Rossi grabbed the room and opened the door. "You know," he said as he shut it and began scanning it for cameras, "You were my second choice."

"I'm sorry our first wasn't available," Morgan said. Rossi felt a slight sense of relief that at least their covers weren't totally blown. Or, well, not to Morgan.

"Did you know," Rossi said, "That I'm a federal agent?"

"And?" Morgan asked, his voice carefully edgy, as if he expected this to be a prank.

Rossi found the room to be vacant of bugs cameras or spy devices after a thorough sweep. He turned to Morgan. He hated how he had to play this, but he'd talked with Hotch. They had to have a loose cannon on their team if they wanted to play the other agent.

"And, I don't always follow all the rules."

"Well, I gathered that," Morgan remarked as he backed up ever-so-slightly. Rossi really hated to do this but he knew he had to do it this way. He had talked at length to Hotch about their best options.

"I want to know," Rossi said, sitting down, "What would cause an FBI agent, a man like you, to give up his life, and move to Amsterdam to become a prostitute."

"Why? That get you off?" Morgan asked, laughing a bit. "You know, you can check me out if you become a level three - then you'd be able to access me fully without the risk of cameras. Do what you want."

Rossi frowned inwardly while thinking that sounded like a great idea… sort of. "Does your partner also qualify for a level three?"

"Partner?" Morgan asked, frowning.

"The other guy who used to work for the FBI?"

"No," Morgan said, too quickly.

"Do you always promote the level three services of the brothel?" He needed to know exactly how easy it was to get them.

"I-I don't usually. I just - whatever you're here to do, you can't do it here, I can sense that," Morgan said.

"Can't even get an erection with possible cameras," Rossi nodded, "So you'd be right with that. So, about the tier three?"

Morgan's shoulders slumped. "A hundred thousand a month, but you can check one person out for as long as you need too. It's granted only to Tier Two clients and it's by special request only."

"And if I made this special request, would they grant it? I don't want to waste my time."

"You'd be more likely to get it," Morgan said, studying him carefully, "If…."

"If what?" Rossi asked, stalking over. "I don't have time for this. I want to do you, you've got a great body, but I can't even get an erection because of the possibility of cameras, because you. fucking. lied. to. me.!"

"I-"

"I didn't even know the brothel owners let you lie to me." Rossi had guessed at what Morgan couldn't say - Morgan had to be somewhat roughed up if he was going to check him out. That sort of made sense to Rossi, in a sick and twisted way. "Do you want me to punish you more? I may not be able to get an erection here but I can fuck you up in other ways." With that he grabbed Morgan's arm and pulled on it and threw him back against the wall. Morgan winced as Rossi grabbed him and slapped his face. He hated to do it but he had no real choice.

"I-"

"Shut up. Just stop talking, I can't believe he didn't tell me this option," Rossi said even as he left Morgan on the floor with the door open as he stalked back down to the desk.

"I need to check him out as a level three, now. And then I need Michael down here to tell me why the hell he didn't suggest this option before. I want that boy," Rossi snarled at the desk clerk, ignoring his phone as it rang yet again.

A/N: OK, I know, no Reid whump. But that'll happen next chapter! Morgan has to have his share too. Thanks for all the reviewers!

Challenge/Question: Do you think they'll let Rossi become a Level Three and take Morgan out of the hotel? If they do what will that mean for Reid?