They made it to the precinct in pretty good time. They walked in and were immediately greeted by the chief. He assured them into the room that had been set up.

"So, the victims all went missing from the same street?" Aaron asked.

"Yup, a local street where that kind frequents a lot. Austin Street." The chief nodded.

"Can one of your officers take up down there so we can talk to some of the inhabitants?"

"You want to talk to them?" The chief asked, his tone annoyed Young Spencer.

The teen glared at him.

"Yes, maybe they saw something."

"Well, see if you can get something out of them. Not that they didn't deserve it." The chief said the last sentence a little quieter.

"Oh hell no." "Puck" said quietly, moving to go confront the chief.

Luckily he was at the back by Derek. The stronger male quickly stopped him by putting his hand over the youth's mouth and his other hand on his stomach so he couldn't move forward. After a few seconds the dark male asked;

"Are you calm?"

Young Spencer sighed but nodded. The adult let him go.

"He's lucky you're around." "Puck" muttered, crossing his arms.

"Can we go to the street now?" Hotch asked, having known what had happened behind him.

(That guy knows like everything.)

"Sure, let me go get someone."

Then the chief left.

"Can I go talk to them with you guys?" Young Spencer asked.

"I don't know if that-" Doctor Reid started.

"Lexi, Donny, Kevy, and Denis, just four of my friends that I am fairly certain will be on Austin Street." He cut in.

"We'll go in two groups. Prentiss, Morgan, Spencer you'll be in one group. Rossi, Reid you'll be with me as a group. Jay Jay, you'll stay here with Garcia, alright?" Hotch asked.

Everyone nodded.

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They decided to take opposite ends of the street and work towards each other. Both groups were doing pretty well, thanks to the Spencer's. No one could explain it, but prostitutes liked Reid. And Young Spencer knew almost all of the prostitutes, so it was easy for him to get answers from them.

Young Spencer was leading the way down the street when he heard;

"Spency?"

He turned confused; very few people called him that. When he saw what it was he broke out into a huge smile.

"Allen?" He asked back.

They squeed and ran together, immediately hugging upon impact. They pulled apart.

"Oh my God, I haven't seen you since you got in that fight." Allen smiled.

"What can I say? That guy asked for it."

They laughed and then kissed. Derek looked at them with raised eyebrows. The two pulled apart and took a slight step away.

"So, how's Craig?" "Puck" smiled, putting his hands on his hips.

"Pretty good. Still kinda, yea, after the incident." The boy called Allen said a slightly sad tone in his voice.

"Makes sense, anyone would be after that kind of incident."

That's when "Puck" remembered that he had two people with him.

"Oh, sorry. This is agent Emily Prentiss and agent Derek Morgan from the FBI. You know about some of our brethren getting killed right?" He asked.

"Yea, they got Stevey." Allen said sadly.

"What? But he's only like fourteen. I thought Stacey was looking after him."

"He was, until a Daddy came and asked for two nights."

"Crap, how much of a Daddy?"

"Gates status."

"Fuck. I wanna get this son of a bitch even more now. Can they ask you a few questions?"

"Of course. Stevey is… was, almost as important to me as Craig."

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They hadn't gotten much from the rest of the workers, but still enough to have a vague (anything helps) description of who might have killed the boys. As they were in their vehicles, heading back to the precinct, Emily finally asked the question that had been on her mind since they talked to Allen.

"Hey Puck, what incident were you and that Allen guy talking about?" She asked, looking over at him.

"Oh, uh, well. Allen's boyfriend Craig, he had a brother. That brother worked with us as well, he was super young, barely fourteen, but they had to take care of their mom, so they worked. And one night, a few guys saw Tim, Craig's brother, alone. Craig was talking to Allen just around the corner. The guys beat him up, really bad. Then they ran, Craig and Allen heard them running away. Tim was mostly silent during the attack because he was stunned by it. Allen immediately called the paramedics and told them where they were. But they took a long time to get there, and he… he… um, he's not here anymore." His tone was sad the entire time, but when he ended, he looked out the window.

"Oh my God. I am so sorry Puck." She said immediately, putting an arm around him.

"Yea, it sucks because he was always happy. Nothing you could have done would make him sad or mad. Even what he had to do to get money, he never looked down on it like most of the world does. He always had a smile. Craig hasn't been the same since. Not that anyone's blaming him."

The entire car was silent. Puck was always so happy, and they learned how much venom had been in his life. Tim seemed a lot like him, which made them sad.

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All of them went immediately into the room that Garcia and Jennifer had finished setting up. They had gotten pictures of the victims before they were victims. "Puck" immediately went to the picture of a sandy blonde haired young kid with a huge smile on his face. The name written about it was "Steven Haggle". He lightly ran his finger over the picture, tears coming into the bottom of his eyes.

"That Stevey?" Prentiss asked.

"Yup. Fourteen years old, not even a full year of working." He said, not looking away from the picture.

"I'm really sorry." She said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"So, this is them?" The chief asked from the door way. "Wow, they look like my son. Wonder what happened to make them like this."

"A lot of things drive people to go into prostitution." Derek shrugged.

"Not what I'm talking about. What happened to make them like guys?"

"Ok, I'm done." Young Spencer said, walking towards the chief. "Sexual Orientation is pre-determined by age six. And just so you know, there is nothing wrong with being gay. But its ass holes like you that are increasing the suicide rate. A fourteen year old boy is dead because of douche bags like you!" He yelled, storming towards the male.

Morgan came to the rescue again. He swept forwards, picked "Puck" up and walking him in the other direction.

"Morgan, maybe you should take him to the hotel." Aaron said quickly.

Derek nodded and walked the angry teen out of the building.

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Intense chapters, I know, but it makes sense. Puck is frightfully loyal. You don't mess with him or his brethren.