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Title: Spencer Rocket
Author: Ihli
Rating/Warnings: M/Prostitution, Slash, language, sex, etc
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Summary: Prostitutes are dying in Las Vegas and the BAU is called in to catch the unsub responsible. Hotch has never met anyone like hooker Spencer Rocket. Hotch/Reid Slash!
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters I just like to play with them sometimes. I promise to put them back where I found them.
As many of you know, I ship Hotch/Reid. Sometimes I read Morgan/Reid even though it feels like Reid is cheating on Hotch. :) I read a story posted by Atem15 called Pretty Boy. Pretty Boy was a Morgan/Reid take on Pretty Woman where Reid was the prostitute. I loved the premise. I became obsessed with this premise. I had to do my own take on it with Hotch/Reid. From this Spencer Rocket was born. I hope you enjoy and please review.
Thanks to The Shameless BookWorm for Beta'ing this chapter! All mistakes are mine.
Spencer Rocket Chapter 1Spencer Reid stood on his usual corner with his friend Lissa trying to look fuck worthy and inviting. It had been a slow week, and money was getting tight… again.
"Lis, where are the guys?" He asked, his voice petulant.
His perky blond friend answered. "They'll come Spency; they always do."
Spencer was dressed for work in a tight tank top and jean shorts that hugged his ass. His hair was moussed up into a fuck-me style.
A pair of black SUV's pulled past, slowing to park. The eyes of all the hookers on the crowded corner turned to watch and assess the potential customers.
Two women and three men got out and walked over to them. Spencer noticed the older man, Fuck Me, that's David Rossi. A guy like that shouldn't need to pay for it. And who is that with him? Jeeze that guy is hot.
"Hey babes, you looking for a good time? My friends, and I do parties." Spencer called out trying not to stare at Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome as he approached. That one could do me any time.
"I'm Agent Aaron Hotchner with the FBI. I was wondering if we could talk for a bit." Tall Dark and Handsome had a smooth voice, too. Yum. Too bad he's a cop.
Spencer started to turn away but watched the man out of the corner of his eyes as he threw out a line. "Hey babe, talking isn't really our thing. Time is money. Besides folks like you tend to be bad for business."
Spencer noticed the dark one was chatting up Kitty and flirting. David Rossi was with Fifi. The rest of the people with Hotchner had spread to some of the competition on the corner.
"We're here to help. People with your…career path have been murdered. We want to catch the unsub who did this," Aaron Hotchner said; his eyes narrowed.
"Unsub, that's why David Rossi is with you. You must be profilers." Spencer blurted that out and wanted to slap his hand over his mouth. Never act smart in front of a John, you idiot; it leads to pain.
"Yes, are you familiar with the term?" Hotch looked startled.
Fuck…caught now. "Yes, I…read a lot."
Hotchner's eyes looked him up and down. Spencer could tell he liked what he saw. It was his business to be able to assess his chances with a John. However, he was unprepared for the fluttery feeling inside when the man's dark rich brown eyes met his. "Listen, we have no interest in your… business. We aren't here to arrest anyone but the unsub. Please, help us."
God this guy was gorgeous. The idea of spending some time with him was very appealing, but money was so tight. Then again, these FBI guys would probably wreck business for the night at this rate. Time to be bold. "Fifty bucks."
"What?" The man just stared at Spencer, mouth open.
"Fifty bucks buys my time; I'll go with you and answer your questions…or not." Spencer tried to look calm, casual. He had something this agent wanted, and he needed to eat.
"Does that mean you know something?" Hotchner asked; his eyes narrowed once more.
Time for a teaser to reel him in. "I know Miss Priss, Brenda, Zaza, and six other girls are all missing. So are the Duke and Jorge. I have a good memory for stuff." He almost laughed at himself. A good memory for stuff. Maybe he should become a comedian. Except, who would want to hear the ramblings of a whore?
"Fine," Hotch said taking his wallet out of his pocket and handing over fifty dollars.
"Get in the car; I'll show you something." Spencer gestured to the SUVs.
Hotch looked over at the car and turned back to Spencer, his face set in a serious look that made Spencer shiver. What a Death Glare. Hotch barked out, "This isn't about sex."
Spencer threw his hip out to the side, striking a sexy pose. "No gutter brain, we can do that later. You did buy me for the night. Right now, I want to show you something about your case."
Hotch turned to address the other agents. "Guys, I'm heading out with…"
"Spencer, Spencer Rocket." Spencer held in the cringe. He hated that name, but his old pimp, Hector, had given it to him, and it had stuck. He thought it was funny because Spencer had been such a science geek, and it made a nice pun. At least Hector thought so.
"Mr. Rocket." He unlocked the SUV and gestured to Spencer to get in. Then he turned to his team. "We'll regroup later."
Hotch got in the driver's seat while Reid strapped into the passenger side and directed Hotch to a spot about a mile away.
He had Hotch pull up and park on the other side of the street. "Notice anything?"
Hotch looked around and shrugged. "Lots of… professionals at their trade."
"Nice euphemism, sweetie pie. There are lots of prostitutes. Too many. Three times as many as our corner only a mile away."
"I see that." Hotch said, confusion colored his tone.
Spencer sighed. He should be used to having to explain things to people by now. "Don't you wonder why? The traffic is the same here as our corner."
"Yes…" Hotch said, still sounding like he thought Spencer was a loon.
"I guess I need to spell it out for you hot stuff," he said as he gestured to the crowded sidewalk. "This corner wasn't so busy until the killings started. This corner is owned by Louie Q. All the girls here work for him."
"Notice that dude over there." Spencer gestured to a guy leaning casually against a wall smoking a cigarette.
"Or that guy there," he pointed to a man in a car. "They are some of his muscle. Ever since this started Louie's been recruiting. Offering his protection. He even approached me, and I'm not his usual type of merchandise. None of the missing prostitutes worked for Louie."
"You think he's involved?"
"Look at the profile. The girls are all from different corners, different pimps, some independent. Louie owns four different corners, but no one from there was taken. The independents that are missing, the ones I knew, were approached by Louie and rejected him." Spencer's body tensed, and his eyes hardened. "The guy is a serious control freak. Right before all of this started, he had a girl run. She was a favorite. I think that was probably the stressor."
Reid hated the incredulous look in the man's eyes. Just because he got fucked for a living didn't mean he was a moron.
"When did Louie approach you?" Hotch asked.
Spencer looked away, dreading the look of condemnation he was expecting. "This morning."
Instead of condemnation, he saw concern in the agent's eyes. "How long after being rejected did the others disappear?"
"Some in the same day. Certainly within twenty four hours." He said, shrugging and still not meeting Hotch's eyes.
"You knew all of this… and you were doing what to stay safe?" His voice was gentle. Why?
"Hey, I can't not work. I need the money." He hated admitting it. "I can't work for Louie; his cut is too big, and he doesn't really approve of my kind even though there is demand. He tends to…express this…with his fist."
Spencer wrapped his arm around his bare midriff. He hated allowing this man a glimpse into his life. He felt exposed and vulnerable.
"Well, you said I paid for the night; I'm taking you back with me to keep you safe."
Spencer looked up and saw the stoic agents eyes had softened. Sympathy? He couldn't have that. "Hey baby, whatever you have to tell yourself to make yourself feel alright. I'll make sure you are one satisfied customer."
Hotch's mouth dropped open. Then he started the car and drove to his hotel.