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Trafficking	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 9353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

The 17th

The BAU team stared at the computer screens before them in sick horror.

“It’s an online auction house.” Garcia choked out. “For Human Trafficking. There are nearly two dozen auctions in progress right now.”

“Can you trace it?!” Rossi asked.

“I’m trying.”

They stared at what was being displayed on the screen. The camera was panning around a young man sitting on his knees in skin tight black vinyl pants that laced up the sides. There was a gap between the two edges showing two inches of milky white skin all the way down. His ankles were splayed outwards, held apart by a spreader bar linked to leather cuffs around his ankles; his feet were bare. His arms were encased in black vinyl gloves that reached mid bicep. The gloves were also laced up, but once the laces reached the elbows, the gloves were laced together, binding the young man’s arms tightly behind his back, putting a painful strain on his shoulders. His fists were clenched, his wrists handcuffed.

The camera slowly continued to pan around the boy on the auction block. The pants hung very low on his hips. His torso was bare and they could see his ribcage expanding with every breath. His nipples were red and swollen due to the clamps that were fastened onto them. A thin silver chain linked them. He was wearing a thick, black leather collar with a heavy ring dangling from it. His eyes were covered by a strip of black satin tied around his head, and he was enduring the presence of a black rubber ball gag in his mouth.

He was trembling, and a moment later he bowed his head. Chestnut brown curls fell into his face.

The video sequence began again, panning around his entire body, the entire process taking about twenty seconds. Off to the side was a series of photos. Garcia clicked over them. It was a series of pictures of the boy that was for sale… different views… different parts of his body… nothing intimate… the most violating photo was of his thighs.

Emily Prentiss sighed. “So… we have thirty six hours to find him.”

“Baby girl, tell me you can find out where this feed is coming from.” Morgan begged.

“… I’m trying, baby, but… I may not find it before the auction is up.”

“If that auction ends, we could lose him!” JJ gasped.

“Garcia, create an identity.” Hotch said, suddenly. “White male, fifty three. Create an account on that site.”

“What?” Garcia gasped, already working. “Why?”

“I want you to log in a bid.” Hotch said, punching buttons on his phone.

“What?!” JJ blurted.

“… I… How much?!” Garcia gasped.

“I’m checking my savings right now… considering there will be a processing and delivery fee… say… sixty four thousand.”

“Hotch! Are you crazy!?” Morgan howled. Hotch turned, his face consumed with worry.

“If we can’t find him in time, I want to make sure we have another way to get Reid back.” Hotch hissed. He turned and looked back at the computer screen, staring at the images of his agent… his lover… and the clock counting down…

There was one solitary image of his face… His lips were slightly parted, and his eyes betrayed his fear as he stared at the camera… Those eyes… They made Hotch’s heart clench in worry and break all at once…

And now his mind ran back to that night a week ago…

This was his fault…

If only he had been able to stop them…

The 11th

Reid was laughing as they left the restaurant. Hotch was grinning. They climbed into Hotch’s car, still laughing.

“I can’t believe the look on his FACE when you said that to him!” Reid laughed, and Hotch grinned. The restaurant manager had been giving them attitude when he realized that they were a couple. Hotch got sick of it. And so he had stood up to the man and profiled him. And really shaken the guy. Reid thought it was a stitch. He had barely been able to contain his laughter.

Hotch looked at Reid and grinned. He started the motor and pulled away from the curb. Reid’s laughter faded into giggles, and finally into little gasps as he fought to catch his breath. They fell into a relaxed silence until Reid started fidgeting with the radio. Hotch just smiled. As they passed through an intersection, he glanced towards his lover. He didn’t see the truck coming.

“HOTCH!” Reid cried, and then an earth shattering crash. Glass shattered. Metal shrieked. Tires screamed. And slowly, it all grew quiet. Hotch groaned.

“Aaron!” He heard Reid call. Slowly, he opened his eyes and turned his head. Reid was staring back at him, eyes wide in shock. “Aaron… are you okay?!”

“I… Yeah… I think so…” Hotch gasped. “You?”

“… I think so…” Reid gasped. There were people moving around outside of the car.

“Hello!?” A man called. “Are you okay?”

“… Yeah… I think so!” Reid called back.

“Good!” The man responded and jerked the passenger door open. “Then you can get out.” Hotch’s eyes widened when he saw the knife. “Hello Agent Hotchner. Sorry about the damage.”

“Who are you?” Hotch gasped, now seeing the mask. “What do you want?”

“You took everything from me, Agent Hotchner.” The man hissed. “I lost everything. My good name, my business… my daughter... But you wouldn’t back off… I was disgraced. What I want is vengeance. I’m taking what is important to you… and making a profit off of him in the process.” And he cut through Reid’s seatbelt, seized Reid’s arm and began to pull him from the car, tossing the boy’s gun aside.

“What?! No! Let go!” Reid cried. “Hotch! HOTCH!”

“REID!” Hotch shouted and his hand darted out, closing around Reid’s wrist. Reid’s hand twisted and gripped Hotch’s wrist. The pair clung to one another, tightly. The man snarled.

“Let go, you little…” He snarled, and cuffed Reid upside the head. Reid grunted and his grip loosened slightly, but Hotch held tight. And a moment later, Reid’s hand tightened on his wrist again.

Hotch struggled to reach his gun with his other hand but he couldn’t. It was pinned against his side by the crumpled door of the car.

“Aaron…” Reid whimpered, grunting as the man jerked his other arm. Then, another man ran around the car and wrapped an arm around Reid’s waist. “Aaron!!!” Reid cried, his eyes going wide.

“Spencer… Don’t…” Hotch gasped. “Don’t let go…” The other man reached into the car and grabbed Reid’s arm right above where Hotch’s hand held it. He dug his fingers into the underside of Reid’s arm, putting pressure on the tendons. Reid whimpered again and Hotch’s eyes widened when he felt the boy’s grip loosening. Reid winced, then gave a cry. Twitching as he tried to hold his grip, his fingers opened on Hotch’s arm.

“Reid!” Hotch cried in anguish as he felt Reid’s arm slowly being pulled out of his hand.

“Please…” Reid gasped, eyes wild in fear. “Hotch…” Hotch’s hand slid over the joint at Reid’s thumb and closed around the boy’s fingers. Another jerk, and suddenly his hand was empty.

“REID!” He cried, lashing out and groping wildly for the hand he had lost, but found nothing but air.

“HOTCH!” Reid cried, and the man watched his Agent thrashing in the grip of the two men.

“LET HIM GO!” Hotch shouted, now fighting to get out of the car, but he was pinned. The man in charge got behind Reid, hooking his arms through the boy’s elbows. The other man delivered an uppercut straight to Reid’s solar plexus. Reid let out a strangled yelp, doubling over. He groaned and his eyes rolled back into his head before he slumped over, limp. The man caught Reid on his arm and hefted him up onto his shoulder. Then the men turned and disappeared into the darkness.

“REID!!” Hotch cried, desperately. Finally, he fumbled for his phone and dialed. “Morgan!” He gasped, his voice strained.

“Hotch?!”

“Morgan, they took him…”

“What?! Hotch, where are you?!”

“They took Reid…”

Within ten minutes, there was an ambulance on the scene. Morgan arrived three minutes later.

“HOTCH!”

“Morgan!” Hotch called from inside the car.

“What happened, man?!”

“OW!” Hotch yelped. A moment later, they had him out and on a gurney, but Hotch was struggling to get up. “Two of them! They hit us. They pulled Reid out of the car and headed that way.” He said, pointing off to the left. “Fifteen minutes ago.”

“Who, Hotch?!” Morgan asked, trotting alongside the gurney as they wheeled Hotch to the ambulance.

“I don’t know! Call the team! He said I ruined his life! That he… lost his name, his job, and his daughter because of me! Look into it!” Morgan stopped and watched his boss being loaded into the ambulance. He turned and picked up the phone.

“This is SSA Derek Morgan. I need an emergency recall of Agents Prentiss, Jareau, Rossi and Penelope Garcia… No, I’m with Hotchner and you won’t be able to reach Agent Reid. Thanks.” Morgan said, then headed into the BAU.

Within half an hour, the team was there in the round table room. Morgan walked in.

“Hotch and Reid were in a car accident.” He said, getting right down to business. “Two men ran into the driver’s side of Hotch’s car. They pulled Reid out and took off with him. Hotch is at the hospital, but he looked okay.”

“Oh my God!” Prentiss gasped, eyes wide.

“One of the men told Hotch that he was taking revenge for Hotch ruining his life. That because of Hotch, he lost his job, his reputation and his daughter. That’s all we know.” Morgan sighed. “The abduction happened an hour ago. So let’s get moving.”

The 17th

Hotch sat in his office in the dark staring off into space. He had joined the team that night two hours later. He had told them the whole story. Every moment. Every word the UnSub said that he could remember… The thing that disturbed the team the most was the man saying that he was going to take Reid and use him to make a profit. None of them liked the sound of that.

Hotch sighed. Now they knew HOW he was planning to make a profit…

“Garcia has some information for us.” JJ said, poking her head into the room. Hotch sighed and stood, going to the round table room.

“Okay.” Garcia said as soon as he came in. “So, the site is on a server out of India.” She said. “I tracked it there.”

“Reid is in India?!” Morgan blurted.

“No. The pictures and video of Reid were sent there. I’m trying to trace where they were sent from. But they were uploaded several days ago. Reid has been… up on auction for several days… Since the 14^th. The auction is lasting one week.”

Hotch sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “And we have less than two days to find him before he’s… SOLD.” He spat the word with disgust.

“… They’re advertising him…” Garcia said, weakly. “They aren’t hiding his identity.”

“What?”

“They’re telling the buyers that Reid is an FBI Agent.”

“Why would they do that?!” Morgan asked. “Wouldn’t that scare buyers off?”

“Some of them…” Rossi said, slowly. “But anyone with a beef with the government might want him more knowing this. It could increase the amount they’re willing to pay. Unfortunately it almost guarantees that the buyer will be a real sicko.”

“Garcia, did you place a bid?” Hotch asked, his voice tight.

“… I can’t…”

“What?!”

“They have an underlying condition. Anyone who places a bid on Reid must have been a registered member of the site for at least six months. And you have to be recommended by a member to become a member.” Garcia sniffled. “I’m so sorry…”

Hotch slammed his hands down on the table. “Dammit… We have to find him…”

“Well…” Prentiss said slowly. “We know who took him… We just need to find him.”

The 13th

“Hotch. We think we have something.” Morgan said, sticking his head into Hotch’s office. Hotch looked up from his computer and stood, following Morgan out into the bull pen.

“Andrew Cane.” Prentiss said with a grin, handing Hotch a case file. “Remember Meagan?”

“… Of course…” Hotch breathed. He remembered that case well. Meagan and her mother had been left by her father. And in response she became a call girl, and killed her clients who had abandoned their own families… The case had ultimately cost many high rollers in Dallas their jobs and reputations. And in the case of Andrew Cane, he lost his daughter. She had committed suicide rather than go to prison and live with his betrayal.

Cane had several homes around the United States. One was in DC. The BAU had raided the house simultaneously with FBI units searching his other properties around the country. They found nothing.

So now they were at a dead end, with a clock counting down…
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