Sam jolted awake, his vision blurred and his head pounding. He tried to move, but the ropes binding his hands behind his back were too tight. He looked around, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light, until a faint sniffling sound caught his attention. He turned and saw a small boy, tears streaming down his face.

"Hey, buddy." Sam said gently.

"What's your name?"

The boy hesitated, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"Jackson."

"How old are you, Jackson?"

Jackson lifted his hands and held up seven fingers, then paused before whispering,

"Seven."

Sam nodded, trying to keep his voice calm. "I'm Sam, do you remember how you got here?"

"There were two men, I was playing in the sandbox."

"Where was your mom and dad?"

"Dead… it was my social worker and someone else that brought me here."

Sam's heart sank.

"Do you know their names?"

"Mr. Ryan and Mrs. Paisley."

Sam smiled - at least he had names to trace. Sam tried to remember how he fit into this. A trafficking ring that preyed on vulnerable kids, often under the guise of legitimate foster care and social services. The names Ryan and Paisley were the ones running it according to what Jesse had found out; Jackson hadn't been the client's kid, Skye was. Michael and Fi had grabbed her off the playground, and got her back to her parents. Sam had been walking out of the park, just gotten off the phone with Michael, when the same white van that the wannabe kidnappers had driven pulled up, three guys jumped out and grabbed Sam and tossed him in the back of the van. He met the eyes of the little boy in front of him now, right before everything went black.

"They threw me in the van, taped over my mouth then , mumbled something about that guy, stopped, got out, threw you in and hit you on the back on the head. They brought us into this room, with bags over our heads," Jackson whispered, reading his mind.

"How long ago?"

"Yesterday. It's not been daylight long."

Sam nodded, looking around at the flickering overhead light, the metal door, and the single barred window high up on the far wall. The walls were concrete, and there wasn't anything except the two of them, a mattress and the chair. Sam was sitting in the chair and Jackson was on the mattress. Footsteps echoed outside the door, drawing closer. Sam held his breath, and Jackson stayed quiet. The footsteps stopped right outside, and they heard the sound of keys jangling. A large man walked in, his eyes narrowing as he took in Jackson with a look that made Sam cringe. He felt his stomach twist even more when the man turned that same look on him. The guy smirked, his teeth flashing in the dim light, and he leaned against the door frame, his voice rough. Sam kept his gaze steady, his muscles tense as he watched the man's every move, trying to read his intentions. Jackson shifted slightly on the mattress, but kept silent, as the guy walked over to him. His eyes raked over Jackson and, tying to distract him Sam said,"What do you want with us?"

The guy stopped from bending down, turned and walked over to him.

"With him, everything. He's worth something." Pointing to Jackson, pointing at him.

"I could get about twenty on the black market for him, and about five for you."

Sam shifted uncomfortably as the guy came up to him, running his hand up his arm.

"So, which one of us is more valuable to you?" Sam asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

The guy stopped his hand on his neck and jerked back his head. Sam could feel his breath on his neck and a hand unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled at his zipper on his pants.

"Depending on how good you are, I might decide to keep you for myself or sell you with the boy. Or maybe I'll keep both of you for myself," he smiled, running his hand up and down his cock.

Sam was looking over at Jackson, who was crying and thankfully not looking at what was happening to him. The guy jerked him until he finally came, then tucked him back into his pants. The guy left his hands tied behind him as he walked back towards the door, and Sam was watching Jackson cry.

"Hey."

The guy looked back over.

"Untie me so I can comfort him. I won't try anything, I swear."

The guy pulled a gun, putting it to Jackson's head, and dragged him over to Sam. He cut him loose and pushed Jackson toward him, and walked backward toward the door holding the gun on them as he walked out, shutting the door and locking it. Jackson started crying, and Sam pulled him into a hug. Jackson wrapped his arms around his neck.

"I'm scared," he cried.

Sam pulled back, looking him in the eye, wiping his face.

"I know you're scared, Jackson. But we're going to get through this. I'll protect you, buddy." Sam pulled him close again, Jackson resting his face against his shoulder.

Sam walked over to the mattress, sitting Jackson on the ground. He sat down on the mattress, Jackson beside him, and when Sam laid down, Jackson followed.

"Does anyone know we're here?" Jackson whispered.

"My friends might figure it out," Sam said, thinking about Michael, Jesse and Fi.

Jackson turned toward him, his eyes searching Sam's face, filled with both hope and fear."Do you think they'll find us soon?"

Sam gently brushed a stray hair from Jackson's forehead.

"I hope so. They're good at this kind of thing. For now, we need to stay calm and stay quiet."

Jackson nodded. Sam squeezed him, both drifting off to sleep.

Michael, Fi, and Jesse watched as Leo paced back and forth. Michael, Fi, and Jesse weren't worried about not hearing from Sam the night before. But as soon as Leo had woken Mike and Fi at 3AM asking where Sam was, they were worried he hadn't met his boyfriend at Carlito's.

"Michael, something's wrong, Sam should have been back, he said he would meet me for dinner. He always calls if he's going to late," Leo said

"What if something happened? He could be hurt, or… worse."

Michael tried to reassure him.

"He was on his way there, I spoke with him on the phone," he said, though the uncertainty in his voice betrayed him.

"Michael… you three need to find him. Now." Leo's voice dropped to a whisper, thick with worry.

Michael nodded, feeling the tightening in his chest intensify. He looked back at Fi, her face mirroring his own mix of fear and determination.

"We will. Let's start with the last place he was, he wouldn't just disappear without a reason. We'll find him, Leo. We always do."

Without another word, Michael, Jesse, and Fi headed to the park where Sam said he would be, while Leo went back home. Once they arrived at the park, and started looking around, there was nothing they could tell until they found the black marks from tires and Sam's phone partially buried in the dirt, its screen cracked. Fi picked up the phone, and it lit up, the lock screen showing Leo and Sam at Carlito's.

"Leo's going to go crazy when he finds out."

Michael looked at the phone while Jesse looked at the black marks.

"Whatever they were driving, it's leaking oil," Jesse said.

The three of them got in the car following the trial.