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Trafficking	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 9354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The 18^th

“I have an address!” Garcia cried, running into the room.

“What?” Hotch asked.

“I have the address! For the place where the images of Reid originated! It’s in Dallas.” Garcia gasped. Hotch leapt to his feet.

“Then that’s where we’re going.” He said. He gathered the team and within half an hour, the jet was roaring across the country, heading for DFW International Airport. Once there, the local Bureau was there to meet them. As the clock approached midnight, they were piling into SUV’s and heading for the Trinity River that ran along the south side of Downtown Dallas.

The 19^th

The cars pulled up before the warehouse. There was light on in the upper offices. Swat teams had the buildings surrounded. Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss and Morgan each led a group and they stormed into the building with shouts of “FBI!!!” But the place was quiet. Save for a crash upstairs. They charged upstairs. Two women and a man were scrambling around grabbing laptops and file folders.

“NOBODY MOVE!!!” Morgan thundered, and they froze, eyes wide. The blonde squeaked. Swat moved in and the three were quickly handcuffed. Morgan and Prentiss wasted no time; they started working right away on the computers.

“Here! I’ve got the photos and the video file!” Prentiss called. Hotch and Rossi were searching the place. A moment later, Hotch walked in.

“All clear.” He gasped, then walked over to the three people. “I’m looking for one of my Agents.” He hissed. They could see the cold fury in his eyes. He held up a picture of Reid from the online auction. “Where is he.” He hissed.

“… We don’t know.” The blonde squeaked. “He was brought to us, we took the pictures, sent them in and that’s it. The seller took him with him when we were done. We’re just middle men. We provide the pictures and the merchandise description for the auction house, that’s all. After that, we have no contact with either the buyer, seller or the product.”

“Product?!” Hotch cried, shaking his head in disbelief. “He’s a human being! A Federal Agent!”

“Look… we just do what we’re paid to do.” The brunette snorted. “I appraise them and write the description, she is wardrobe and he takes the pictures. Then I send it all to the auction house and we’re done.”

“… So he’s not here.”

“No.”

“Any idea where he’s been taken?”

“No.”

“… Get them out of here.” Hotch gasped, clenching his fists so hard they were shaking.

“Hey Hotch!” Rossi called. He walked in holding up wrinkled clothes. It was the clothes Reid had been wearing when he had been abducted.

“… Where the hell is he…?” Hotch breathed, walking over and taking the clothes. He checked the pockets… out of one, he pulled a golden chain with a ring on it… Hotch winced. It was the ring he had bought for Reid. The twin of the ring Reid had bought for him was around his own neck. His face pained, Hotch fastened the necklace around his own neck and tucked it under his shirt to rest on his chest with its mate…

“… We’ll find him, Aaron.” Rossi said, and they rejoined the team.

Reid sighed, leaning against the wall. He had been locked up in this place for… well… he didn’t know how long it had been. But considering the regular meals that were brought to him, he had been there for a week. That meant that his time was almost up. He wondered how close the team was to finding him. They WOULD find him… they… they HAD to…

“How are we doing, Garcia?” Hotch asked.

“… Three hours and counting, sir.” Garcia’s voice answered from Morgan’s phone.

“The pictures were taken here, but Reid was taken somewhere else… where?” Rossi grumbled. “We’ve checked every place that has connections with Cane. No activity on his credit card or bank account. No sights of any of the cars he owns. Where the hell is he?!”

“Sir. I think I’ve found something.” Garcia said, suddenly. The team turned their attention to the phone. “I’ve got a man here named Isaac Reyes. Cane paid off his house a couple of months ago… Right before his house went into foreclosure.”

“And?”

“He dropped out of sight at the same time as Cane. BUT… He just rented a car.” Garcia said. “… Three hours before the auction ends.”

“… They’re preparing to transport him.” Prentiss groaned.

“Garcia, I want you to watch that auction! Get in! And when the buyer appears, find out who it is!!!” Hotch ordered.

Hours later, they had no new leads and were all sitting around the phone again. “Ten seconds…” Garcia gasped.

“Are you ready, Garcia?” Morgan asked.

“Ready as ever. I even have Kevin at his station to help me.”

“Good.” Hotch gasped. He was sweating and clenching his fists.

“Three… two… one…” They all looked at the laptop they had. The auction clock reached zero, and a red box appeared in the middle of the screen with bold white letters saying “CLOSED”.

The team held their breaths collectively as they heard Garcia typing away. The silence lasted for a good thirty seconds.

“… Garcia?” Hotch called.

“Shh!” Garcia hissed. Hotch sat back, tapping his fingers. “Okay… They’re making an arrangement. Half of the money now… half on delivery. I’m watching the accounts… And… okay! The buyer… the buyer… Oh God…”

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asked.

“The buyer’s account is in Brazil. Okay… the money is being transferred online now. Wow… he paid nearly half a million for Reid!”

“We need locations, baby girl!” Morgan called.

“Waiting! Oh no… crap! They’re not going to discuss the delivery online. Wait… I have a phone number!”

Hotch was now up and pacing around.

“Okay… okay… NO!!! Disposable cell!!!”

“We have nothing?!” Hotch cried.

“We have the plates for the rental car.” Rossi said.

Reid looked up when the door to his little prison opened.

“Let’s go, kid.” Cane said, smirking. “You just made me a lot of money.” Reid stared and slowly stood. Isaac walked in and bound Reid’s wrists with leather cuffs, so as not to leave any marks on his skin. He was led through the little house and into the garage where he was promptly dumped into the trunk of a newly rented car. His ankles were bound and the lid was slammed shut. The motor started and they were on their way…

“We have a sighting!” Garcia called.

“Where?” Hotch gasped, desperately. The team watched him, worried. The man was frantic. Garcia had been unable to track the call. It had been short. Only thirty seconds. So all they had to go on now was the license plate number of the rental car. It had been almost four hours since the close of the auction.

“On southbound 35.” Garcia said. “In Round Rock, just a few miles north of the border for the City of Austin. They exited the highway and the cop lost them.”

Reid sighed, squirming. Where was his team?! They should have found him by now… Andrew Cane surely wasn’t THAT good… He sighed. He just had to bide his time. He had faith in his team. He just had to stay alive and preserve what he could as long as he could.

As it was… what would he have to preserve? It was likely that the man who bought him didn’t do it out of the goodness of his heart to save him.

Save them…

Heh… Mehtevas.

Right…

Whoever bought him was more likely to abuse him. Physically, psychologically and sexually. Reid frowned and strained against his bonds.

He would stay strong. For his team.

For Aaron.

For Gideon.

“I am stronger…” Reid breathed into the trunk. “I will not be broken. Tobias didn’t break me. The Dilaudid didn’t break me. Shane Harvey didn’t… I WILL NOT BE BROKEN!!!!”

“Shut up!” Isaac roared from the front seat.

“MAKE ME!!!” Reid shouted back defiantly. A moment later, the radio was blaring, making the trunk vibrate. Reid sighed and listened to the muffled music. Eventually, it lulled him to sleep.

He woke when the doors of the car slammed shut. The trunk was opened and cool air rushed in. Reid took a deep breath. It smelled of the ocean…

Isaac jerked him out of the trunk. They were at a Marina… A large Marina. His wrists and ankles were released and he was led along the docks over to a large yacht. They boarded and Reid’s heart sunk. How would the team find him out at sea?! He was led down into the boat and locked up in a small dark closet that was supposed to be the bedroom for deckhands. Sighing, Reid slowly turned and peered out the little slit of a window. Soon, the boat slipped away from the dock and took off, heading out into the Gulf of Mexico…

“I’ve got something.” Garcia gasped as soon as Morgan answered his phone.

“Talk to us, baby girl.”

“The rental car was found in Galveston. Where a yacht belonging to Andrew Cane is docked. The yacht is gone.”

“You gotta be kidding me!” Morgan cried.

“How the hell do we track a boat in the Gulf?!” Emily gasped.

“The buyer is from Brazil…” JJ said, slowly. “Are… Are they gonna sail all the way there?”

“Doubtful.” Rossi said, frowning. “They’re probably planning to meet somewhere between…”

“But where…?” Hotch asked. Rossi frowned, worried. He could hear despair creeping into the Unit Chief’s tone.

“There are a lot of places between here and Brazil…” Garcia said. “Wait… I have a name!”

“What?” Morgan asked.

“It took a while, but I found the buyer’s name.” Garcia announced, her fingers flying over her keyboard.

“Arturo Coronado. And he’s not from Brazil. That was another front. Another smoke screen. He’s from El Salvador. And get this. He has a house on Long Boat Key, Florida. And records show that he’s been there for a few weeks. And get this. He SAILS there on his own schooner. Which just left the dock a couple of hours ago. Two hours after the auction closed. He’s set to sail back home. And I’m willing to bet that he’s going to meet Cane out at sea, and they’ll make the exchange there.”

“… What are our chances of intercepting them?!” JJ gasped.

“Dammit!” Morgan cursed. “Can’t we catch a break on this case?!”

“Oh…” Garcia gasped, suddenly. “I… I think we just did!!! Coronado’s little love boat… He has GPS. We can track him. I’ve alerted the Coast Guard.”

“Good.” Hotch said. “Let’s move.” And they all rushed out the door.
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