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Chapter One
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. It is the sole intellectual property of the CBS Corporation. This is a work of fiction and I am making no profit from its publication.
3/30/15 NOTE: I began this story in December of 2014 and orignally posted on FF.net and AO3. I wanted to share it on AFF.net and decided to upload the first 10 chapters in one lump-upload here. And while this story is still technically a work in progress, I have completed all the chapters (13 in total) and intend to updload them as soon as I get them back from my beta-reader.

A/N: Hello all! Welcome to my first Criminal Minds fanfiction, a nice little MoReid A/U fic. I say “nice” mostly jokingly because this story has a strong rating so I hope I don’t have to forewarn you that naughty things like language, smut (boyxboy to be exact), violence, and other mature things are guaranteed to run amok. But I hope you’re here because you’re fine and dandy with things like that, just like me ;).
Also, I want to stress this is an A/U, so by design (I believe) characters necessarily tend to be OOC. I don’t really believe in “OOC” for the purposes of A/U, in any case, but I figure why not “warn” for it from the get-go. I will be taking artistic liberty with things like characters’ ages, their background stories, who’s in the BAU at the time, and things like that. But I hope it will make for an interesting read, not send people packing, haha.
Lastly, I also don’t really see myself “warning” for every chapter if there are things like sex, language, violence, etc. because, again, you saw the rating when you clicked the story. However, because I do respect people’s personal experiences/traumas I will try my best to warn if a chapter includes anything like “triggers” (FYI this story will reference some instances of abuse, assault, etc.).
I’m really looking forward to taking this journey with you guys! Let me know what you think.

XOXO

Spencer sighed as he began prepping his room for his next client. The one before him had been a disgusting pervert, but at least he finished quickly and had been a generous enough tipper.
Everyday, more fucking perverts, he thought to himself.  But at least when they shoot their loads early I can say I made the same amount of money for less work.
He shrugged to himself as he smoothed out the black satin sheet over the small bed tucked in the right-hand corner of the room. He righted the plush velvet chair, making sure it sat right in the center of the room, facing the large glass window that was, currently, hidden behind deep red curtains. Walking over to the small vanity that took up most of the left side of the room, he pulled out the drawer of toys and quickly replaced the ones he had just finished cleaning from the last session. He lingered for a bit, frowning as he stared into the drawer, remembering what the last man had wanted him to do with those things. Shaking his head and letting out a dissatisfied huff he shoved the drawer shut. At least the next customer would be his last of the night. After this he could get dressed in his regular clothes, head for the bus stop and, hopefully, make it back to his little apartment on the outskirts of Vegas before 2a.m this time.
Looking up into the vanity’s mirror, Spencer grimaced a bit at his outfit.
Why do I feel more naked wearing these types of things than when I’m standing in my birthday suit? He wondered to himself as he ran his hand over his clothes.
Ignoring the white-button down and red-tie he wore under matching suspenders, he reached down to adjust the tight black short-shorts that barely covered his bottom. He then straightened the knee-high red socks he wore with his black converse high-tops. He was supposed to be a “schoolboy.” Looking at his long, side-swept bangs and close-cropped hair, accompanied with a youthful face, he figured he probably fit the part. However, he doubted most innocent schoolboys had such jaded eyes…
Pushing away from the vanity (and the image he saw there), he continued tidying the room, thinking to himself about the things he’d have to do in just a few minutes. He had had this next customer, Mr. Victor, a few times before and knew what the man liked. He liked to play “naughty”—Naughty Teacher; Naughty Soccer Coach; Naughty Doctor, the list goes on. He liked Spencer in “innocent-looking” clothing and wanted Spencer to play the part, too. However, Spencer didn’t mind him all that much. This guy wasn’t particularly kinky in what he asked Spencer to do, and, besides, he often didn’t even need Spencer to take all his clothes off. For Mr. Victor, the fantasy was almost always enough to get him off. Spencer just had to fill it in with some imaginative dialogue and teasing body language. Spencer knew how to do that.
Feeling satisfied that the room was in order (and that the customer would not be offended by the thought that he had been performing for and laying his affections on anyone else that night), he picked up a bottle of Windex and began to make his way over to the heavy red curtains.  Gotta make sure I remember to clean the windows, Spencer thought to himself.
Remembering it distastefully, the last customer had wanted Spencer pressed up to the glass as he performed for him, so Spencer wanted to make sure that the window was spic and span for his next session.
As he approached the curtains he could see slight movement through the small gap between where the curtains met. Tilting his head to the side in surprise, he wondered to himself, Did Mr. Victor get here early? Glancing down at his watch, he saw that he still had almost 15 minutes before his session was set to start. Sighing in frustration, Spencer realized he couldn’t properly clean the window if the man was there. As soon as the curtains were open, Mr. Victor (as any guest would) would expect a show. But, he wondered, what the man was doing waiting there so early. That was unlike him… Moving slowly up to the gap between the curtains, he leaned forward and peeped through. But his blood ran cold at what he saw.
At first Spencer wasn’t quite sure he was making sense of the scene in front of him. He could see the back of a tall man in a long, black trench coat (which stood out as odd to Spencer, seeing as how it was May in Las Vegas) and what appeared to be someone seated in front of him, but this person was obscured from Spencer’s view. The black-clad man’s build, while not exceedingly large, made apparent that there lay a powerful and muscular body under the coat. The man’s dark hair was cut into a buzzcut, and Spencer followed the skin of the man’s thick, muscular-looking neck to some type of intricate and sprawling tattoo that peeked out of the man’s collar. This was definitely not Mr. Victor.
The man, back still facing the glass, reared back and raised his left arm in the air and that is when Spencer saw the glint of metal and what looked like movement from in front of the man. Before Spencer could take a breath, the man swung downwards and Spencer could see the seated person jerk and flail, arms twitching and leg convulsing. Spencer stared in horror, his voice frozen in his throat, as the man in black stepped to the side of this person revealing the grotesque aftermath to Spencer.
There was Mr. Victor, seated in the normal viewing chair, but he was slumped over and a large knife was protruding from his forehead. Spencer stared, dumfounded, into the man’s open and lifeless eyes as blood dripped down his brow and off the tip of his nose. Spencer watched as, calmly, the stranger walked past his victim and out the doors of the viewing room, not stopping even once to look back at the destruction he had left in his wake.
Still locked in a stare with the dead man, Spencer began to feel a burning sensation in his chest. He had stopped breathing. The painful lack of oxygen kick-started his brain and Spencer suddenly took in a large breath. Then he screamed. And screamed. And screamed.

Spencer was still screaming as a number of people rushed into the room. He didn’t know who was there or what they were saying, but soon someone was grabbing him by the arms, trying to talk to him. Unable to look away from the murdered man, Spencer watched, almost remotely, as someone drew back the curtains and more of the scene was revealed. As other people started screaming, Spencer pushed out of the arms that were holding him and away from the exposed scene. He didn’t want to see anymore.
Feeling arms on him again, and someone turning his body so his eyes could no longer fall on the gruesome scene, Spencer finally snapped back to reality. Staring up in to the face of Axel, one of the older show-boys, Spencer tried to make sense of what was being said to him.
“Spencer! Spencer! Hey, look at me! What happened here?? What’s going on?” Axel asked in panic. The dark-haired boy’s brow was furrowed in concern as he saw the panic clearly etched on to his younger-friend’s face.
“I-I don’t know,” Spencer breathed out, “I… I just, I saw someone and he… Oh, God, he killed him. Oh God!”
Before Axel could say anything else, he was being pushed out of Spencer’s line of sight by Lindy, one of the club’s managers. Lindy, although small and blonde, was one of the toughest people Spencer knew. He knew that if anyone would handle this, Lindy would.
“Spencer, listen to me kid. Do you know who it was who did it? Was it one of your regulars?” she asked briskly, her green eyes narrowed and sharp.
Spencer just shook his head quickly, in the negative.
“So you have no idea who it was? You never saw the guy before?” she persisted.
“N-no. Never,” Spencer said softly.
“Ok, hun,” Lindy said as she helped the boy shakily get to his feet. She signaled to Axel and one of the females to help hold the boy up.
“I want you to get out of here, ok? Go to the prep room and just get your bearings about yourself and you can just go home hun. You don’t need to be here for any of this,” she said to him soothingly.
“B-but, what a-about Mr. Victor?” Spencer asked, refusing to look over to the window where three or four of the employees were still standing expressing their horror.
A guarded look came over the older woman’s eyes as she placed her hands reassuringly on Spencer’s shoulder.
“Look,” she said, “we…we’re going to get this guy out of here. You don’t know who he is and if the police show up here and have to interview every one of our customers it’s going to just be bad for business. So…we’re going to just dump him outside or something, and the police will come across him eventually. We just… we can’t be caught up in this mess, sweetheart.”
The room fell quiet as everyone realized what Lindy was suggesting.
“We… No, you can’t be serious. We have to call the fucking police, Lindy! Someone was murdered here! It just as well COULD have been one of our customers! There’s no way to know!” Spencer almost shrieked, the hysteria apparent in his voice.
“Look, kid,” Lindy said sharply, all semblance of comfort now gone from her voice. “If you still want a job here, you’ll do as I say. I can’t have the cops thinking people get murdered here. And I especially don’t want them sniffing around. As much as we know, this could be completely unrelated to anything this poor bastard was doing at our club. He might’ve just owed somebody a big debt and couldn’t pay up. So, you better heed me when I say to keep your little trap shut. You hear me?”
Spencer flinched at the harshness of her voice, and felt the urge to challenge her but stopped when he felt a slight squeeze on his shoulder from behind. Turning around quickly he could see Axel standing beside him, and the look in the older boy’s eyes told him to not press it. Glaring at Lindy, Spencer huffed in frustration and stormed from the room.
Stumbling down the hallway, Spencer felt dizzy and his heart was racing in his chest. Axel tried to call out to him but Spencer pushed him away mumbling “I’m fine.” All around him Spencer heard the panicked voices of the other workers as they buzzed around the hallway, but it was as if they were coming through cotton. He kept walking, straight past the prep room, and burst into the bathroom.
Pushing open the door of the first stall he saw, Spencer stumbled over to the bowl and collapsed on his knees. In mere seconds, his head was hanging over the bowl and he was vomiting. When he finally emptied the contents of his stomach he pushed himself back from the bowl and ran his hands over his face. Feeling wetness there he pulled his hands back. He was sobbing, and he hadn’t even known it.
What am I supposed to do? Spencer thought to himself in complete panic.
He felt conflicted. He had never seen a dead body before—he figured most people hadn’t. But what bothered him the most, and what he was sure precipitated his sickness, was that he was supposed to act as if nothing had happened. He couldn’t do that. A human being had just been coldly and brutally murdered right in front of him.
I can’t just let them hide the body. The police will never know what really happened!
Steeling himself with resolve Spencer quickly shoved his hand into his pocket and retrieved his old beat-up cellphone. Without giving himself the chance to think about the consequences, Spencer quickly punched in the familiar three numbers and waited for the line to connect. Within seconds he heard, “911, what’s your emergency.”
Whispering, Spencer quickly rushed out “I’m at the Mon Petit Chien on B-Burgundy Drive. I-I think someone’s been murdered here. You have to come! Quick!”
“Excuse me, sir? Did you say someone’s been murdered?” the woman asked.
The bathroom door slammed open and Spencer jumped, startled from his position on the floor.
He quickly ended the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket.
“Spencer, you in here? We’re worried about you, man,” he heard a voice call.
Axel, Spencer thought as he unlocked the bathroom door.
The other boy looked at him strangely and Spencer quickly remembered to wipe the remaining tears off his face. Giving him an understanding look, Axel patted Spencer on the shoulder.
“Look, Lindy was right. You should just go home. Don’t think about this anymore, ok? I know it’s hard but… you just can’t dwell on stuff like this. We don’t need the cops snooping around. It’s not good for any of us. Come on, let’s get your stuff and get you out of here,” Axel said to him.
Spencer nodded silently, unable to agree with him but also unable to tell him the truth. Spencer let himself be led out of the bathroom and down the hall to the prep room. As Spencer made his way over to his locker and began to retrieve his belongings under the watchful eye of Axel he heard commotion coming from the hallway. Axel glanced at him and said “Hey, you’ll be ok in here right? I don’t know what that is, but I’m going to check it out. Stay right here.” And then Axel was gone, hurrying down the hallway towards the noises.
After having kicked off his shoes, Spencer robotically began to step into his jeans, not bothering to change out of his “costume” for the night. Suddenly he heard doors banging in the hallway and voices shouting “POLICE!!” His eyes widened and he dropped his bags as a uniformed officer stormed into the room.

Two hours later all the employees of Mon Petit Chien, one of Las Vegas’ more notorious exotic dance and peepshow clubs, were lined up in the main stage area, being questioned by LVPD about the dead body found in one of the peepshow rooms. Spencer stared down at his hands as he listened to what was going on around him. Lindy was currently talking to the lead detective, purposefully being loud enough for her staff to hear, and Spencer knew that it was a clear warning for them all to “fall in line” with the story she was telling.
“Detective Stone, we have no idea who this man is or how he ended up this way. As I told you before, the rooms aren’t assigned to any one specific dancer. So we have no way to know who the man was going to see. But what I do know is that no one was in there when this man was killed. So no one of my staff can be of any particular help to you in how he came to such a tragic end. We discovered him after the fact and… and we were all just so shocked we didn’t know what to do.”
“Ms…Roth,” Stone said in a gravelly voice as he glanced down at his notebook for confirmation, “please don’t take offense to this when I say I smell a load of bullshit here.” Lindy visibly flinched at the man’s tone.
“You want me to believe this was all some innocent misunderstanding? When we arrived it appeared pretty evident that you had these three guys” Stone said as he gestured to three men standing to the right of Lindy with his thumb, “getting ready to move the fucking body!”
“Listen, sir, I admit that it may look suspicious but we had nothing to do with this man’s death. We panicked and we thought we were doing the right thing by moving him! We had no way of knowing if he was alive or not. I had these good boys in there to check to see if that man was still alive!” she argued back.
The detective rolled his eyes with a huff, then scanned the line of approximately 20 employees, his eyes landing on each individual briefly. Spencer willed himself not to look away once the man’s eyes landed on him, and soon Stone had continued on down the line.
“So, which one of you called the police, huh?” he asked.
Everyone stayed silent and no one looked up at the police. Spencer was thankful that it didn’t seem anyone looked at him either.
“Someone here decided to be a good Samaritan huh? But all of a sudden cat got your tongue??” Stone asked angrily. “A man was murdered! One of your fucking clients, I presume. And, what, suddenly the cash cow stops and you can’t be bothered? Miserable fucking lowlifes!”
An officer walked up next to Stone and whispered something in his ear, cutting the man’s tirade short. Spencer watched carefully, now that Stone’s attention had been diverted, and saw the man’s body tense in response to whatever he was being told. Stone then nodded at the officer and sent the officer on his way.
“For now, you all have dodged a bullet here since none of you had any noticeable blood or other trace evidence on you when we examined you. Most of your alibis check out, but I hope I make myself clear when I say not a single one of you should be thinking of skipping town. We will almost surely be interviewing each of you again to get to the bottom of this. And if you make this difficult on us, we’ll make it difficult on you by shutting this cesspool down. Do I make myself clear?” Stone asked, and pointedly looked at Lindy. “And I hope I also don’t have to let you know that business is closed for the night. You all better hurry on home.”
The petite woman gave the detective a tight smile as she nodded. As Stone turned around, Lindy shot a meaningful glare at Spencer causing the boy to flinch. Spencer had hoped he had said enough (or said little enough as Lindy would’ve liked it) to have pleased Lindy and to keep his job here. When the cops had questioned him, he had lied through his teeth. He said he knew nothing about the 911 call; hadn’t seen the body; and had no knowledge as to whether or not Lindy, or anyone else at the club, were attempting to remove the body. He thanked his lucky stars that, although the rooms were assigned to individual performers, there was nothing in there that could identify him. And he had never been more thankful that the entirety of his duties at this club took place behind the safe protection of a glass pane because nothing that was in the viewing room could link him to the crime. So, he hoped that was enough for Lindy not to come after him and make good on her threat to give him the boot.
As he followed the throng of employees who were heading towards the prep room to pack up their things and leave for the night, he made sure not to meet anyone’s eyes. Now that the police knew, his guilt had been lifted and Spencer decided he would leave it to them. He wasn’t about to lose this job that he had worked so hard to find. He was finally in a place where he felt at least some semblance of safety. He didn’t need to be anyone’s hero. No one had been his. He had learned it was best to just keep your head down and stay out of anyone else’s way. He wasn’t going to stray from that mantra anytime soon.

Watching the motley assortment of ‘performers’ file out of the main stage room, Stone couldn’t help but sneer. As an LVPD detective, he knew that a lot of what happened in Vegas was questionable, and things only got worse once one stepped into the realm of more sordid pleasures and pursuits. He had heard things about Mon Petit Chien but, truthfully, a place like this was low on his list of priorities. He had bigger fish to fry in his city. Sure, some of these performers looked suspiciously young, and he had heard reports of assaults, drug use, guns, and the like. But the managers knew well enough to stay off his radar. And as long as they did so, Stone didn’t have any cause to step foot into the red-wallpapered walls of this establishment. Until now, that is.
Ruminating over the information his subordinate officer had given him, Stone cursed to himself.  There was a cross branded into the back of the victim’s neck sir. In addition to signs of choking, the blade used was similar to the other cases in the database. The crime scene tech says she’s confident in saying it’s a signature.
As Detective Stone walked out of the building he quickly retrieved his phone and dialed a number. Once the individual on the other side picked up he said only one thing, “Get me the FBI.”

A/N: Ok, yay, first chapter done! Sorry it was so much…Spencer and a bunch of people we don’t know yet. I’m just ‘setting the scene.’ Obviously, the fabulous BAU brigade will be introduced in the next chapter. Don’t worry if you’re unimpressed with the few named OC’s I threw in here, as well. They’re honestly not important and I don’t have much intention on developing these characters so I didn’t give much in the way of describing them here. They served a needed purpose of facilitating the discovery of the body, and if they are mentioned again they still won’t get any back story. Haha. It’s about Spencer & Derek, guys!
And although I only gave some cursory descriptions of who Spencer is and the life he lives, don’t worry: more will be explained in detail as the story goes on. You haven’t missed anything. It was intentional. The real interesting things will start to happen next chapter. Yay!
Lastly, I’d love to hear what you guys are thinking so far. I have some really interesting places I’d like to take this story (it could actually be pretty lengthy), but sometimes we think we’re more interesting than we really are (haha), so I’d like to just hear from anyone who has anything to say about it.
Until next time!

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