Reid groaned as he awoke, wondering where the hell he was. Oh, yeah, that was right; he'd been moved. He exhaled forcefully and tried to resist the urge to slam his head against the wall, knowing that wouldn't help his already pounding headache.
"Welcome back to the world of reality," the man said. He groaned. There was a reason so few people were allowed to serve Tier 2 clients, Reid knew: they were creeps. "How are you feeling?"
"Um…" Reid said. The truth was that he was awful, and that he was surprised that he could think in coherent sentences. "We should be focused on you and not me."
"Right, right," the client said even as they tugged Reid's shirt off gently. "You're beautiful."
"Glad to hear it," Reid said, resisting the urge to gag.
"I want to become a level three and sign him out. I know you say there are no cameras here but I can hardly trust that," Rossi said.
MIchael exhaled. "I understand that. You have the money?"
"Yes." Rossi flashed him their expense card knowing they'd recover it later when they shut it down for good. "I appreciate this - you won't regret it." He smiled at Michael, hoping to put him at ease. "You know, I'm FBI - but I don't follow their playbook. That's why when I found someone who used to be an FBI agent here I was so delighted. I think their playbook is way too strict, so I only follow the playbook enough to do my job." He silenced his phone yet again. "Anyway, it's going to be great to be able to take it out on someone. You don't mind if he comes back with broken bones or something like that, right?"
Michael shook his head and signed the release paperwork. "How long? Anything over 18 hours is an extra $200 an hour."
So this is where they earned their money. "48 hours. Don't worry, I'll give him some water, can't promise food though."
"No worries, no limits when you become a tier three. Only thing is if you put him in the hospital you pay his bill."
"Sounds fair. I might take you up on that." Rossi flashed a half-smile at Michael and handcuffed Morgan and led him to the back of the van.
Reid groaned as he awoke, barely able to remember what was going on. "What's going on?" he questioned wearily.
"You passed out," Robin said. "Someone checked Morgan out for 48 hours."
"Damn," Reid said weakly as he rested his head against the wall. "I don't know if I can work tonight-"
Michael stuck his head in. "None of you are working tonight." With that he ducked out, slamming the door shut.
"Well, that answers that," Robin said as she made Morgan's blanket into a pillow. "Get me some water from the sink," she ordered Jason, "Both bottle and cup - and snag that rag."
Jason nodded, grabbing the rag. "What happened?" he asked Reid.
"Didn't… didn't like my answers," Reid said in a daze as he passed out.
"Damn it," Robin muttered. "Fucking Michael."
"No kidding," Jason said as he moved to help Robin stop Reid's bleeding.
Rossi drove to another hotel that he knew of in the area - it was about thirty minutes away. He didn't want to connect himself with the team obviously. He paid for two rooms. Morgan stayed in the car, much to his surprise and semi relief. He'd half expected Morgan to run. He left Morgan in one room while calling Hotch and telling Hotch to get him over there before hanging up on him.
"So," Morgan said, eyeing him, "That shit about being in the FBI and being unable to get an erection with cameras…"
"You don't have any on you, I hope," Rossi deadpanned.
Morgan hit his head back against the wall. "No. Just do whatever. I've had worse."
"You really think I'm not legit?" Rossi asked, an eyebrow raised.
Morgan frowned. He honestly suspected that Rossi was legitimate because Rossi hadn't done more than kick him a few times. The way that Rossi had said he couldn't get an erection was just… off. It didn't feel right. And then there was the fact that he knew the guy had come with that other law enforcement officer dude person that he'd confirmed with Robin was legitimate.
Robin had told him the man he'd served when the two first came (well, served wasn't the right word - the man who had questioned him-) was the brother of this thing and it would make him look incredibly guilty. The man however was a big advocate for undercover victims of trafficking.
"Does it matter what I think?" he asked carefully. "You know, this is one of the hotels in Amsterdam that's actually known for not working with the brothels. A lot of the brothels have direct hotels and directly book clients. The hotel against the street does that as a service - if you were just interested in fucking me without a camera, I think you'd have been more likely to go there."
Reid, please, I'm going to take your word and trust this guy. Please, Reid, hang in there. I'm praying the team will be able to save us. We've got to try, right?
Rossi nodded and the door burst open, revealing Garcia. Morgan stood up shakily as he looked at Rossi. "You're alive," Morgan said, his voice full of relief. Garcia had been out of sight when Morgan came in and saw his team for those few seconds, making Morgan fear the worst.
Garcia ran to him and hugged him. "Hey, sugar."
"Hey, Garcia." Morgan offered her a weak smile before he looked at Hotch. "Hotch, Reid - he's still there."
"We know, Morgan. We're working on a way to get him out," Hotch said. "He didn't actually sign those things did he?"
"No, and there's not just Reid that you need to get out of there either. There are two others there as well that are from America that I know of, Jason and Robin. Hotch, Robin's been there seven years."
"We're working on it, okay?" Hotchner asked. "We need your help, Morgan. We need some answers to some tough questions. Are you ready?"
"Ask me anything," he said, his stomach growling. "Sorry. I just haven't been allowed to eat for like three days." He leaned his head back against the wall. "It's fine though - what questions do you have for me?"
"Emily, come with me - I'm hungry too, we'll bring food back," JJ said as the two stepped out, closing the door. Hotch and Rossi sat down. Gideon had been following up on some leads and so hadn't been working directly with the team.
He came back in the room and nodded at Morgan. "Good, glad you're alive."
"Me too." Morgan closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. "I'm going to have to go back… right?" he asked.
"We'll do what we can - we will get you out of there, but it's not that easy. What's he have over you?"
"What do you mean?" Morgan asked, even though he knew exactly what they meant.
"Morgan, we don't have long - well, we have some time - but we are your friends, so remember that okay? We aren't trying to hurt you - we need to know to help you." Gideon's voice was clear.
"I know, Gideon." Morgan sighed. "I supposedly owe them $200,000 and they have my passport, not to mention Reid. They also have hundreds of videos of me in all those positions; I'm sure there are some on the internet even. I'm less worried about those and more worried about Reid and my passport. How can I get out of the country without my passport?"
"We'll get it, don't worry," Hotch said.
Morgan sighed, "Okay."
"You operate with tier two clients?"
"Yes, and very rarely tier 3's, only usually tier twos that become tier threes to ask for me."
"Has that happened before?"
"Twice," Morgan said. "Hotch, there are different people wrapped up in this thing. It's big. Also, when I come back, I need to have bruises. Multiple."
"Not when, if," Hotch said, but both men knew the 'when' was much more likely a reality. "What all do level three's have access too?"
"If they're trusted enough they can even buy people."
"Buy people?"
"Permanently, Hotch. As slaves."
"Would Rossi have a shot at that?"
"Perhaps. Michael is eating out of his hand. But Hotch, my passport- and Robin - and Jason - and Reid -"
"We'll figure it out, Morgan, don't worry."
"I'm not leaving without Reid-"
"I know, Morgan," Hotch said reassuringly, "We won't either. We've got people working in the field for us, okay?"
Morgan nodded, biting his finger. He was nervous about leaving Reid there. "So are you setting up Rossi to buy me?"
"We could, but we don't want to move too fast and like you said, there are others too." Hotch leaned back. "What's Rossi's best way of getting in as a buyer?"
Morgan winced. "Well, Michael hates me, so…"
Reid groaned as he rolled over, barely awake. He felt sick to his stomach. "What happened?"
"You passed out," Jason said. "Robin's with a client. You look like you took a pretty bad beating."
"Oh… yeah…"
Flashback
"You're such a pretty boy," the client said, running his fingers through Reid's hair. Reid hated serving Level Two clients - and those were all he got to serve.
"Um… Good?" Reid asked him. Morgan did so much better with the clients socially than he did. Then again this wasn't a contest.
"Yes, honey, you're so good. But you know what?"
"Hmm?"
"Sex doesn't get me off." The man grabbed Reid and took out his own belt. "This does."
With that, the man grabbed him and threw him against the wall before hitting him with the belt over and over and over again.
"Oh God, that client. I'm sorry, Reid. I wish they banned clients," Jason said sadly.
"It's not your fault," Reid said even as he coughed up blood. Damn, this day was all going to hell.
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