A/N: Apologies for not updating as frequently - I've been without meds. Should get them back on Monday and updates will resume as normal then. To make up for the lack of updating I've included some Reid whump - more next chapter.

Garcia turned to Morgan. "Morgan," she exclaimed, "I'm so glad you're okay and alive and … That you're okay and alive. You had us worried, there," she said.

"I know babygirl, I know," Morgan said with an exhale. "I know." He hugged her tightly. "It's okay, we're alive, it's okay."

"What's happening with Reid?" Garcia asked. Morgan grimaced, he didn't want to have that talk with Garcia right now about that.

"He'll be fine," Prentiss spoke up, even though they all knew she was lying for Garcia's sake.

Jason slipped in and closed the door. "Morgan, they're moving me up to tier two clients."

"What? But you're not eighteen yet," Morgan said as he raised his eyebrows. "Not that they follow their own rules half the time anyway," he muttered. "Did they say why?"

"No. Just said I was serving tier two and tier three." Jason sat down. "And Morgan," he added, "They said someone named Garcia was taking my place as tier one and working with the people."

"What?" Garcia asked, raising her eyebrows. "Tier one what? Tech support?" she asked, denying the obvious of what a tier one actually was.

"Fuck," Morgan muttered. "Did they say anything about Prentiss?"

"No… Why? Who's Garcia?"

"Me," Garcia said, a frown on her face.

"We need to get you out of here, baby," Derek said, frowning. "OK, I don't know, but we need a plan."

"I'm all for a plan," Jason muttered as he looked worriedly at Emily, who was wincing in pain.

"We're moving," the man said as they loaded them all into the back of a truck. Reid was shoved in there with them, looking very upset.

"What's happening?" Reid asked as the door slammed shut.

"We're being moved."

There was a truck that was ready to go, and they were herded into it. The population was not all American this time either. Reid recognized many people who worked the night shift.

"Are they moving all of their locations?" Garcia whispered to Morgan. Morgan was still trying to formulate a plan for how Garcia could get away. He knew he and Reid were in shape to run away but that there was no way they'd be able too.

"I Don't know," Morgan whispered back. He signed a few words to Reid, who signed back to him. He turned back to Garcia. "Baby girl," he whispered, "You need to run."

Garcia looked up at him as the door closed. "Run? Are you crazy? I-"

"You're our best shot," Reid whispered, motioning for her to quiet down not that anyone would squeal on them. "They will be watching me and Morgan, but they've already equated the blonde stereotype. They're very stereotypical. They won't be watching Prentiss as much but in her condition…"

"Right. Got it," Garcia nodded. "So what's the plan?"

Another girl spoke up, "She can't escape in that outfit. She needs to look more like one of us." The door slammed. "Here, swap me shirts. You can get yours back later."

"Um-"

"It's fine, this is Megan," Reid said. While they hadn't worked with Megan much he trusted her to a reasonable degree. "You're about the same size."

Megan nodded and stripped off her shirt. Garcia winced and Morgan moved to shield her while she switched shirts.

"Your pants should be fine," Reid said, looking at the other girls, understanding what Megan was doing. To be able to run away unnoticed, Garcia needed to look like any other street prostitute, not the Garcia they all knew and loved.

"It'll be okay," Morgan reassured her as he slipped her hand and took off her ring. He put it on the chain he kept the ring she'd given him on. "Here. Wear this on your neck instead of your finger. Think of me, and keep that safe for me heh?" he asked her, smiling at her.

Garcia looked at Prentiss. "But what about-"

"You have to go," Prentiss said. "You're the only one who can."

"When?" Garcia said even though she personally hated the idea.

"Let's do this…"

"Where is she?" the man said as they unloaded the truck. They'd been counting bodies and had gotten everyone into another room. Morgan knew where they are and he was worried. They were at their storage house; the group had a back-up house for time such as these. They'd temporarily shut down all of their locations, and moved to a holding cell. Morgan had seen their income and knew that the group could hold them for years without problems.

Morgan's stomach growled, reminding him of the essence of food. He brushed it off, knowing there would be none for tonight. "What?" he asked. He motioned to Prentiss to follow the other girls. Much to his relief the men let her.

"Where is Agent Garcia?" the man asked as he grabbed Reid. Morgan grew concerned, he'd never seen this dude before and he didn't know what he was capable of.

And if he was anything like Michael…. Morgan winced as Michael came on the scene.

"I don't know Sir." Morgan had fallen asleep after they'd helped Garcia escape at a stoplight despite his best attempts to stay awake. He could only hope the other girls had been able to get Garcia a better location.

"Where is she?" the man asked as he grabbed Reid and twisted his arm. Reid didn't even wince and Morgan inwardly sighed, knowing that meant Reid was used to rough treatment as he was.

"I asked where is she?" the man asked as he grabbed Reid and knocked him to his knees.

"I don't know! I don't know," Morgan pleaded. "Please, you have to believe me," he added. "Reid! Please, no - don't hurt him!" he called as the men dragged him off but he could do nothing as they left and he was dragged away.

"We'll get our answers out of you," the man snarled as he knocked him to the ground. Morgan caught his hands on the ground. "Where. Is. Agent. Garcia?"

"I-"

"Where IS SHE?" the man yelled, grabbing Morgan by his arms and throwing him against the wall. "We're at this house for an extended period of time because YOU FUCKED THINGS UP FOR EVERYONE."

"I-"

"SHUT UP!" the man said as he grabbed one of Morgan's arms. The next thing Morgan knew was that he heard a loud crack and he winced, praying his arm hadn't just been broken.

"Where is Agent Garcia?" the man asked Reid, pointing his gun in Reid's face.

"Presumably somewhere on planet earth," Reid remarked, trying not to show he was afraid. Michael fed on fear.

"Where did you send Agent Garcia?"

"I didn't send her anywhere; besides, why are-"

Michael grabbed a knife. "Where is the woman?" he snarled at Reid.

"Not here," Reid said.

"Well you'd better find her, fast," the man said as he grabbed his knife and stabbed Reid's skin.

Reid screamed.

A/N: Will try and update sometime this weekend again - normal updates will resume on Monday/Tuesday. Sorry for the delay! Comment what you think the next plot twist will be in your review and I'll add in 100 extra words of Morgan/Reid whump (your choice) that you leave in your vote!