AN: This is my first Criminal Minds fanfic and I hope you'll enjoy it. Also, my native language isn't English, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

This story basically is about Reid. He's been missing for three years now and it turns out he was abducted while going out with Morgan. The people who took him gave him drugs to make sure he cooperates with them. They use him as a male prostitute and well, he's completely different than he used to be. Explains the title, doesn't it?

Prentiss is still in this story because I like her. Strauss is also still in this story because it was just convenient for me.
This chapter is REALLY long and the other probably won't be as long as this one, it just depends on when I feel like the chapter should end. This was just to kind of introduce you to the story and get the general idea of the team's case and what's happening with Reid.

If you like this chapter, please write a review and let me know!

Chapter 1

It was a quiet day, the team was working on finishing some files. Prentiss and Morgan were laughing at some new crime movie that recently came out. It was about the FBI, and they were laughing at how off the whole movie was. It was such a cliché, people had no idea how it really was.

Rossi and Hotch were in Hotch's office, probably discussing a potential case and JJ was in her office digging through files looking for a case. And Garcia, well she was in her office doing God knows what.

Hotch and Rossi entered the bullpen, calling them to the round table. When Hotch had a case, it usually came from high-level people. The mayor or something.

Garcia walked up to them and presented their case.

"Five bodies were found in Birmingham, Alabama. All were found disposed in a mass grave dug out in a barn. The barn is owned by John Shepherd, he's a butcher. He said there was a gross smell but he never thought much of it as there are many dead animals. He disposed the cadavers but the smell never went away so he went looking for the source and found five dead body's underneath the wooden floor of his barn."

She gave all of them a file and showed the disposal site on their whiteboard.

"First victim is around 20, male. He has yet to be identified." She showed multiple pictures of their first victim, who had been dead for at least four months. His body was already decomposing.

"Our second victim is Alan McDonough, male. He's 29 years old and has been missing for 8 years. He went out with some friends and went home with a lady, only never to return. The women's name is Jane Freedman and she has been questioned when he disappeared, but she said he went home around 6 am." She showed the picture of Alan, who's died also four months ago, and a picture of Jane.

Morgan instantly felt the guilt wash over him. This had happened to Reid. He forced Reid to go out with him, said he'd needed to loosen up a bit, so Reid went along, though unwillingly. Morgan got him drunk and he flirted with some girls –damn Reid was a flirt when drunk- and the next day he was gone. It was his fault.

"Victim number three, George Bailey, 35. Has been missing for 19 years. He's had some trouble with the law so the police assumed he ran away, as it's happened before." George's picture went visible for the others and he'd died two months ago.

"Victim number four, Cooper O'Hara, 23. He doesn't have any relatives nor friends, but he stopped using his credit card and phone since 2001. That means he's been missing for 15 years." Cooper died more than a month ago and his picture also showed up.

"And our last victim, Rick Montgomery, 20. He's been missing since about a half year and his father is a very powerful men in Alabama. He has assigned this case to us." He'd been dead for mere days so his body was still in good condition. Garcia also showed his photo.

"All died due to an overdose of Crystal Meth or GHB. The coroner said they've probably been using it for as long as they have been missing. The local police is thinking about a sex trafficker or pimp who uses male prostitutes." Garcia let Hotch take over from here.

"We will go to Birmingham, Alabama to investigate. Strauss assigned us to this case since Mr. Montgomery is a powerful man and also knows Strauss. Wheels up in 30 minutes." And the team all left, getting their go-bags and leaving to catch their plane.

In a little less than 4 hours they arrived in Birmingham. They got into their black SUV's and drove to Birmingham Police Department. They were welcomed happily.

"Hello, are you the BAU?" A small but very muscled man asked.

"Yes, I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner, and this are SSA Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau and our Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia."

"Welcome, I'm Jason O'Malley. We've cleared a room for you, I hope it's alright." Hotch shook the man's hand and followed him to their set-up. It was a rather large room with a nice wooden table and 8 chairs and a whiteboard.

"It's perfect, thank you." O'Malley smiled and walked off.

Morgan put all of the victim's pictures on it with their information and a photo of the disposal site.

Garcia has put her laptop on the table and already searched for connections.

"Babygirl, you find something yet?" Garcia looked up at Morgan and shook her head.

"I know I'm brilliant but it's going to take a little more time than that, hot stuff." Morgan smiled at her and turned to Hotch, who started giving orders.

"Okay, Morgan and Prentiss, go to the disposal site and look if there might be anything that'll help up. JJ, talk to Jane, maybe something more happened the night Alan went missing. Rossi and I are going to talk to their relatives." They all left to do their tasks and Garcia furiously typed on her laptop, looking for possible connections.

"We know it's been a long time ago, but you do remember anything from what happened 8 years ago when Alan went missing?" JJ asked her, taking a sip of her coffee. Jane immediately shook her head.

"No! I have been questioned about him so many times and I'm really getting sick of it. It was 8 years ago! And I mean, I feel terrible that he went missing after he went home with me, but we just had sex and that's it! He left that night and I never heard from him again. I knew him for a few hours and we had a good time but that's it!" She took a deep breath to calm herself and went on quite a bit calmer.

"Okay, I know he's dead but I have no idea what happened after he left my home. I feel like it's my fault that he's dead, if he hadn't met me, then he may have never gotten kidnapped. Or if I allowed him to sleep her for the night…" She looked away from JJ and sniffed a few times and wiped some tears away.

"Jane, nothing of this is your fault. If this hadn't happened to him it would've happened to someone else. You can't blame yourself for this." JJ gently told her. This seemed to cheer Jane up a bit as she gave them a weak smile.

"Would you like some more coffee?" JJ politely declined.

"No, thank you. I need to go now." She shook her hand and said her goodbye before she went back to BPD.

Prentiss and Morgan looked around the barn. The bodies were already gone but they looked for something else. Maybe something left by the UNSUB. It was a long shot, but it definitely was worth to try.

"Morgan, come check this out." Prentiss said, fixated on the wooden planks lying beside the grave.

"Do you think there may be fingerprints from the UNSUB on those boards?" Morgan asked her while putting his latex gloves on. He asked one of the CSI guys to come and look at it. He took powder and a UV light and searched for fingerprints. It surprised them all when they were there.

The CSI guy immediately scanned the print and told them the results would be there soon and that he would send it to Garcia.

"Okay, can you send all the other information you find to her as well?" Morgan asked.

"Yes, of course." The man smiled and said his goodbye, so Prentiss and Morgan got back in their car and went back to the police station.

"Mr. Montgomery, do you have any idea how Rick went missing?" The man looked at him.

"No, he went out with some friends and he stayed away one or two nights after going out before, but when he wasn't back 2 days later I noticed the police, who of course couldn't find anything. Morons." He stood with his back to Hotch, drinking some Scotch while looking out of the window.

"Where does he usually go out?"

"At this club, Gatecrasher Birmingham. That's where they always go. His friends told me he met this girl and he would go home with her, but they didn't know her name or what she looked like." He sighed and walked over to Hotch, looking at him sadly. "I hope you can find the person responsible, Agent Hotchner. That's why I requested your team for this. You are the best. And I need you at your best. So go back, rest a bit, and continue working and stop wasting your time talking to me." And like that he's done. He drank the remaining Scotch and walked out of his office, leaving Hotch to let himself out.

They were all seated in their room, Garcia was waiting on the email with the results for the fingerprints. They all hoped it would lead them to their UNSUB so that they could close this case as soon as possible.

Ping!

Garcia clicked on the email fast, opening it and looking at the results.

"It says here it are the fingerprints of Harold Oak. Let me look at his results for a moment."

She typed his name in and narrowed it down to three people.

"Three people left, but only one lives close enough to the place they go out and their homes. I think we may already have our guy, Hotch!"

So they quickly climbed into their SUV's and speeded to Harold's house.

"Harold Oak, FBI! Open the door or we will use force to open it for you." Hotch yelled through the door. No answer.

Hotch took a few steps back and let Morgan kick the door in. They methodically cleared every room but nobody was there. The team gathered in the living room and they put their gun's back in their holsters.

"Should we just wait until he comes back?" JJ asked Hotch, who shook his head.

"No, as soon as he sees something is going on he won't come back here. Especially if he's the unsub."

"I agree, let's go back to the station and we'll have 2 cops posted here." Rossi said.

They all agreed and stepped into their SUV's and drove off. They were hardly gone or the police officer who was stationed by Oak's home called them. Harold had returned. Hotch made a sharp turn an sped back to the house.

Harold was already arrested the moment they arrived and they stepped out of the vehicle.

"Good job, guys. You're taking him to the station?" The police officers nodded at Hotch so they went back to station.

They stood behind the glass, looking at their suspect. They'd decided that Hotch and Prentiss would go in to question him.

"We found your fingerprints on a crime scene, you know anything about that?" Prentiss asked him, Harold seemed to think for a moment but shook his head.

"Nope, know nothing 'bout it." He sat back in his chair, looking bored

"Where were you 5 days ago?" Hotch asked him.

"I was with some friends, drinking a bit."

"What are the names of your friends?" Hotch took a pencil in his hand and wrote the names down.

"We will question them, if you're lying we will prosecute you for the murder of 5 people." This seemed to scare Harold a bit, but he didn't say anything. Hotch an Prentiss stood up and walked out.

"Garcia, you got their addresses?" Hotch said.

Garcia, who was on the phone with Morgan was typing furiously.

"Yes, I got them. Oxhill Road number 12 and North Warwick Street number 5."

"Thank you, Garcia. Morgan and I will check out Oxhill Road, Prentiss and Rossi will check out North Warwick Street. JJ, the press is being impatient, tell them we have a suspect and some viable leads. No further comment." They all nodded and went on their way.

"Mr. River, FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions." Hotch said to the man as he flashed his badge. The man looked a bit nervous but he let them inside.

"What were you doing 5 days ago?" Morgan asked him.

"Uhmm, I was with some friends. We were at a club."

"Which one?" Hotch asked him.

"Gatecrasher," He said, "We were just having some fun."

Morgan and Hotch exchanged a glance. That's the club where one of the victims was last seen.

"Do you mind if we look around?" Fitz River clearly looked uncomfortable now.

"Do you have a search warrant?"

"No, why? Do you have something to hide?" Morgan said, provoking the man a bit.

"No! Of course not!"

"Then can we look around?" Fitz was thinking, he wiped some sweat from his forehead.

"Well, ermm, okay then." Morgan and Hotch both stood up and looked around.

Hotch entered his bedroom. It was very tidy and not a thing looked out of place. Clearly Fitz wanted control. He searched the drawer and found a map of Birmingham with some places circled. He called Garcia and asked her to search if anything happened in those places.

It took a minute, but she clearly gasped. "Sir, that are places where people went missing."

"Okay, thank you Garcia." He hung up and turned around, only to stand face to face with Fitz River. He felt a hard blow to his head before everything went black.

Morgan opened a door that led to a basement. He walked down the stairs and with his flashlight he looked for a switch. He found one and was shocked at what he saw. Blood stains on the walls and floor and a chain that was attached to the wall.

He ran up the stairs and saw Fitz running outside. He ran after him and tackled him on the streets. He shouted in pain and Morgan cuffed him.

"You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can, and will be used against you in the court of law." He took Fitz and put him in the back of their SUV. He locked the doors and ran inside looking for Hotch.

"Hotch!" No answer. He ran up the stairs and saw Hotch lying on the floor, a small amount of blood dripping from a superficial wound on the side of his head.

He sat down beside him and checked his pulse, luckily it was there and beating strongly. He gently shook Hotch and he groaned.

"Fitz is the guy." Hotch said when he opened his eyes.

"I know. I have him cuffed and sitting in the car. Are you okay?" His voice was laced with worry, but Hotch tried to stand up and blinked a few times.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a mild concussion I guess."

"Okay, let's bring Fitz to the station and then I'll drive you to the hospital.

"Morgan, I don't need a doctor to tell me I have a concussion. I know that already.

"Hotch, would you let one of us refuse to see a doctor?" Morgan said, a small smile on his face when Hotch answered, "…No."

"Exactly. So let's hurry back to the station."

Prentiss and Rossi also had returned with Harold's other friend in custody.

"I think we have our UNSUBS." Rossi said.

"Yes, we do. Can you guys question them? I'll take Hotch to a doctor."

"What happened?" Prentiss looked around searching for Hotch.

"He got hit on the head and he has a concussion, he's with Fitz right now but he'll come back soon."

"Sure, we'll question them." Prentiss smiled at Morgan and she and Rossi went to their suspects.

"You have a mild concussion, you'll need to rest. You can't go out in the field for at least 4 days and after that you'll still need to take it easy." Hotch looked at Morgan as if to say I told you so.

Morgan bit his lip as not to smile and he thanked Dr. Robbins before taking Hotch back to the BPD.

"What happened to the guys you've taken?" Rossi asked Fitz who refused to answer anything.

"I want a deal." Rossi rose his eyebrows.

"A deal? What kind of deal?"

"I don't want a life sentence nor do I want to go to a maximum security prison." Rossi looked at Prentiss.

"I think we can make that happen," She said. "Now tell us what happened."

He was fidgeting with his cuffs, not really wanting to answer.

"There is this guy. We don't know his name of where he lives, but he pays us to abduct handsome looking guys between the ages of 16 and 30. We get payed a lot. Like 5000 dollar each for every man we find. And he was clear about that, he only wanted guys. So we hired some attractive females who will get the guys drunk and take them home with them and she orders a cab. One of us will drive the cab and we'll take them to my place where our 'boss' will take them from us and pay us the money."

"What does he do with them?" Prentiss asked him.

"I'm not entirely sure. I asked him once and he said that there were a lot of people looking for some fun." He looked timidly to Prentiss and Rossi.

"They become prostitutes?" Rossi thought this was weird, male prostitutes?

"That's what I asked him as well. He said that sex was one way to have fun, but if they can do everything they want with his 'bitches' he'll get paid more than if it was only about sex."

Prentiss looked slightly horrified. "Thank you, we will make that deal happen." She stood up and walked out of the room.

Rossi stayed for a moment, "You have to let a sketch artist draw this man. Otherwise the deal is off." And he walked out as well.

Reid was sitting on his bed, watching some channel on his small TV. He trembled and sweated a lot, but he tried to ignore it even though that kept him from concentrating on the show he was currently watching. Someone knocked on his door and he quickly stood up to answer it.

"Spencer, how you doing man?" He smiled and Reid instantly smiled back. He knew what time it was now.

"I'm good! Do you know what would make me even feel better?" He said secretively. The man leaned a bit closer, even though he already knew what Reid would say.

"If I got some of the good stuff."

"Well then it's your lucky day, Spencer!" He showed the small bottle he had hidden behind his back. Reid wanted to grab it, but the man took it out of his reach.

"Please, Johnny, I need it." He looked desperate at the man, Johnny. He extended his trembling hand to the little bottle Johnny was holding and with the other hand he wiped some of the sweat from his forehead.

"You know what time it is. Get dressed and ready." He closed the door and Reid sprinted through his room to his dresser. It didn't take long, as the room he lived in only consisted of a bed, TV, dresser, toilet, shower and a sink with a mirror above. No walls or anything.

He took a dark grey pants, white t-shirt with some black text written on it and a leather jacket out. He wore a white and a black sock and he quickly got dressed. After that he started to tie his black converse sneakers and walked out of his room, to Johnny.

Johnny critically judges his appearance.

"You did good with the clothing, but Spencer, please do your hair and brush your teeth, for God's sake! Or in this case. Lily's sake."

Reid looked at him in surprise. "Lily again? I just saw her yesterday." Johnny shrugged. "The girl is an emotional wreck and she likes you. So that means I get more money and you get more GHB. No go do you hair and brush those teeth." Reid nodded and quickly walked back into his room. He brushed his teeth thoroughly and after he combed his hair he took some gel to make sure his hair stayed like this. Just like Johnny showed his to do. He looked in his mirror and saw he looked like hell. The sweat was shining on his forehead and he grabbed a washcloth to clean his face.

He walked out of his room for the second time and with desperate eyes he looked at Johnny, praying his appearance was good now.

Johnny smiled and patted him on the back. "Perfect! Here's your dose for now." He gave Spencer the little bottle with the clear liquid in it. Spencer fumbled to get it open and after he finally got it he drank the liquid and swallowed the salty stuff.

He knew it would start to kick in in about 10 minutes when he was with Lily.

Johnny drove him to her home and before he got out of the car he gave him another small bottle with the liquid. The GHB was kicking in so Reid happily looked at him, waiting to see what he wanted.

"Here's another bottle for when this dose starts to wear off. You know the drill, Spencer. Make her happy, party and make sure she's pleased. Pleased clients are happy and want you longer, which means I get more money. You are my goldmine." He patted Reid on his back.

"Now, go in and have a good time." Reid got out of the car and Johnny drove off. Reid walked towards Lily's mansion. He rang the bell and soon Lily opened the door. Also high, just like him.

She grabbed his leather jacket and kissed him hard while dragging him inside and slamming the door closed behind him. Reid grabbed her waist and slammed her against the wall, taking control of the kiss. He had this mischievous glint in his eyes and Lily looked at him happily.

Reid lifted her in his arms and she wrapped her legs around him.

"Where do you want to do it this time?" She seemed to think for a moment before smiling. "The kitchen table."

AN: Please, review!