Title: False Pretence

Pairings: Billy Darley X Spencer Reid.

Crossover: Criminal Minds and Death Sentence.

Rating: M

Warnings: Slash (maleXmale), Graphic sex, Language, Violence.

Summary: Spencer Reid is undercover as the team try to catch a serial killer involved in gang activity. Things don't go so well when the leader of said gang takes a special liking to him. But so does the Unsub. Spencer ends up in the care of Billy Darley...but is he involved with the Unsub? Or just gang stuff?

Chapter One

"This is the most ridiculous plan any of us have ever come up with." Spencer said quietly into the phone at his ear. He listened to Morgan laugh, and frowned deeply. Yeah, Morgan could laugh all he wanted...because he wasn't the one who had to go into a well known gang bar as a male prostitute and wait for the Unsub to make his move on him while he entertained the leader of the most notorious gang in the city. Yeah, Morgan could keep laughing because he was safe in the black SUV across the street.

"Aw, c'mon pretty boy, there ain't nothing wrong with the plan." Morgan told him.

"Nothing wrong? You're joking right? The plan would have worked better if you were the one who had to go in there...or even if it were Prentiss." Spencer said knowing full well that the plan wouldn't work if it were Morgan or Emily who Hotch had decided to send in there.

"Kid, you know why that wouldn't have worked." Morgan said down the phone, his laughing tone gone.

"Yes I know why, because the killer has a preference for tall, brunette, young men...not a big, muscle bound man who could fight back fairly or even a woman who could beat him better than I could." Spencer said self-pityingly.

"C'mon kid, you know we won't let it get that fair. As soon as he makes a move on you, get him outside the bar and we'll be on him. You've got nothing to worry about, you know that."

"Yeah, I know." Spencer told him...and everyone else who was connected to the line. "Oh, and before I go into what I'm sure is going to be a disaster...Hotch,"

"Yes Reid?" Hotch's strong and stoic voice came down the line.

"If I come out of this place alive, I want a raise." He said as he looked over in the direction of the SUV that both Morgan and Hotch were in, a smile on his face. Sure, he was smiling...but that didn't change how worried and nervous and worried and scared and worried and a number of other things he was right now.

"I'll think about it Reid," Hotch said, almost jokingly. "just keep focused and stay calm. Remember, we can hear everything...if you need help we'll know."

"Yeah," Spencer said quietly before hanging up. He knew the team had his back...just as they always have done. But this was different. This was the first time he was undercover and alone...and in such a dangerous place. Alone.

He swallowed deeply and looked down at his cell phone and then up to the black SUV across the street before putting the phone into his jean pocket. Yeah, he was wearing jeans; Garcia had taken him shopping for an 'appropriate costume for a male prostitute' as she had put it...of course with Garcia been the wonderful and colourful woman she was, most of the clothes she had first picked out had been bright and way too revealing for his liking. So after almost two hours of searching for the 'perfect –not-over-the-top- male prostitute outfit' –also how Garcia had put it-she had chosen a pair of dark skinny jeans and a purple silk shirt, which was tight in all the right places according to Garcia...and Morgan.

Spencer hadn't really seen how what she had chosen could be classed as a male prostitute's attire...but he didn't complain as he found he quite liked the jeans and shirt, even if they were a little tighter than what he was used to wearing.

"You're Peter, right?" A deep voice asked.

Spencer turned, looking away from across the street to the man now standing behind him. It took him a moment before he remembered he was undercover and that he was supposed to be someone who was getting paid to be here...so he smiled widely at the man. "Yep, that's me. You must be Billy."

Billy Darley. This was the guy who had hired him. Spencer looked up and down the guy...and found it hard to believe that he had to rely on prostitutes for sex. The guy was tall, his head was shaven and he had a slight moustache-beard-goatee (which Spencer found hot), he was wearing a black tee and dark jeans with a long leather coat. It was dark out but Spencer could see the guy's eye colour clearly...they were a beautiful too blue colour. Overall, the guy was hot and the leader of the most dangerous, notorious and well known gang in the city...what the hell did he need a prostitute for?

His eyes landed on the man's face. And for some reason, he wondered if the gang leader had set him up. What if he wasn't here for the leader, but had been hired to be someone else's plaything for the evening? What if they weren't staying at the bar? How would he keep a look out and wait for the killer...if he wasn't where the Unsub was going to be? He watched as the guy gave him the once over. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, feeling self-conscious at the intense look in the man's eyes as they roamed his body, and watched the guy smirk at his action. "Or am I mistaken?" He asked as a playful smile took over his lips. "Because if I am, I guess I should go look someplace else for him." He wasn't sure where this confidence was coming from...but he couldn't say he disliked it. He shrugged and turned to walk away...but as he took the first step, he felt the man grab at his elbow and then his body press to his back. He took a deep breath.

"I bet y' think y' funny, don't y'?" Billy asked with a slight hint of amusement to his tone.

Spencer twisted his head to look at Billy's face. He was glad to see the man wasn't angry...but smirking amusedly down at him. He was sure the night would go much more slowly if the man was angry and pissed at him. "Maybe...you know, just a little."

Billy's smirk grew. "Well I don't think y' are." He tugged on the kid's arm as he started towards the bar they had been standing in-front of. "Now move y' ass, 'm thirsty."

Spencer smiled as he followed –or rather, was dragged by- the man into the bar.

"Hey, Reid's actually pretty good at this." Emily's voice came through the almost undetectable ear piece Spencer had in his left ear.

"You hear that, kid? You went into the wrong line of work." Morgan chuckled down the ear piece.

If he hadn't been standing with Billy Darley -or anyone for that matter- he would have made a snarky reply to what Morgan and Emily had said...but he was with Billy Darley, so he couldn't say anything. He followed behind Billy, who had let go of his arm as soon as they had stepped through the second door that led into the bar.

He wondered what that was about...but he had stopped wondering when he noticed all the men in the bar. All of them were obviously part of one gang or another...and they were all looking at him. He glanced around the bar.

The Unsub they were looking for was either in the bar right now...or he would be soon. He knew the case inside out, just like the rest of the team did. The Unsub had killed four men in the last two weeks...and he was devolving quickly; his first kill had been thoroughly thought through and he had left nothing behind that could implicate him. The second kill had been just as clean, but the third he had left a print behind...but not even Garcia could find anything on him, which meant he wasn't on file and had no previous convictions. The fourth was sloppy and the poor victim had been through much more than the previous three.

And all four men had been in their twenties, were white, tall and brunette.

Just like him.

That was why Hotch had asked him to be the one to go undercover. Of course he hadn't wanted to. He couldn't think of anything worse...or anyone worse to send undercover.

"C'mon, bars this way." Billy said in a slightly annoyed tone as he stood in-front of Spencer.

Spencer stopped looking around at the men who were –the only word he could use to describe it was- ogling at him and looked up at Billy. The first thing he noticed was the way the older man was standing in-front of him, so close to him that their bodies were almost touching and he was leaning over him in such a protective way. The second thing he noticed was the way the man was glaring painfully, almost passionately-hateful, at someone towards the left side of the bar. He looked away from Billy to where he was glaring.

He frowned lightly, confused, as he looked at the guy Billy was glaring at; the man had his back to them but was a blond. He looked back up at Billy wondering what that guy could have done to deserve so much hatred from one look.

He bit his bottom lip to stop from gasping as Billy looked back down at him; he felt as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't.

Billy smirked before turning and walking towards the bar, beckoning the kid to follow him with his hand.

Spencer followed behind Billy, licking his lips nervously. He sat down on the stool next to Billy. He could feel his heart beating faster. It was starting to dawn on him that he was in a gang bar...as a male prostitute...waiting for a serial killer to come in and hit on him...while he sat with the leader of the most dangerous gang in the city. Whoa. What the hell was he doing? He had to get out of-no. No, no, no. He had to calm down. He had to keep focused and keep an eye out for any possible suspects.

"What d' y' want?" Billy asked.

Spencer raised his brows in a questioning way.

"To drink." Billy told him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world –and Spencer realised it was the most obvious thing...what else would the man have been referring to?

"Reid, whatever you do, remember you need to keep a clear head." Hotch's voice came through the ear piece.

"I, err, I'll just have a water."

Billy raised a brow at the kid. "Water? Y' fuckin' serious?"

Spencer nodded, and for a reason he wasn't sure of...smiled. "I like to keep a clear head." His smile turned unintentionally playful when he licked his bottom lip before biting at one side of it.

Billy's eyes had followed the action, and he locked eyes with the kid before ordering their drinks...without taking his eyes away from the kid's. "Clear head, huh? That so y' don't get screwed...well, in the money part anyway?"

Spencer frowned lightly, and moved back a little; what was that about? He looked away from Billy to the bartender, who placed their drinks in-front of them. "Thanks." He said quietly before taking hold of the glass and sliding it closer to himself, but not lifting it to take a drink. He just stared at the water. Why go through all the trouble of paying for a prostitute...just to be say something like that to them?

He had to actually remind himself that he wasn't a prostitute...but that didn't change the fact that the guy was been a dick.

Billy frowned as he stared at the kid.

"Nope, that's so I can decide whether I want to be screwed at all." Spencer told him with a somewhat defiant tone to his voice.

Billy looked at the kid, an unreadable look on his face. "That so?"

Spencer turned his head to look at Billy, a calm look on his face but the defiant tone still in his voice. "Yes it is. Because despite what you think, I don't have to do what you say...and I don't have to screw you unless I decide I want to. And the way things are going right now, you're not getting any tonight...not from me at least."

"You tell him Reid!" Emily said proudly.

"Reid, tone it down a little. You need a reason to stay in the bar so keep calm." Hotch told him. His voice was calm for the most part...but he sounded a little worried –Spencer could tell his boss thought he had gone too far.

'I know, Hotch.' Spencer thought as looked away from Billy and back to the bar. He hadn't said anything wrong, had he? He realised as a prostitute, he hadn't. But as an undercover FBI agent, he had. He kept his eyes on his glass and his head down. He should have just kept his mouth shut. He should have-He was snapped out of his thoughts as Billy gripped his chin and lifted his face up to look at him. He swallowed thickly. Great, not only had he screwed up...but he was going to get punched in the face for it too.

Billy stared at the kid's face, looking into his wide brown eyes. He leaned in close to the kid's face and as he moved closer, his leg touched the kid's. His brow furred as he felt the kid flinch and move his leg out of touch. That was weird. He moved his face closer to the kid's. "Don't worry, 'm not goin' t' hit y'." He half-smirked as he watched the kid relax slightly. "But I am screwing y'."

Spencer felt his cheeks flush bright red. He gasped as he was pulled off of the stool so he was standing in-front of the man and in-between his legs. He saw Billy half-smirk...and moved his face even closer, his lips almost touching his. He pulled away quickly, panicked. "Oh, really?" He tried to smile playfully, but he knew it came out a little nervous. He couldn't help it, he was nervous. He hadn't really kissed anyone in-front of so many people before...especially not gang related people. "And want makes you think I want to?"

Billy pulled the kid's face closer to his, a little roughly, and tilted his head back slightly. "Y' realise y' don't really have a choice, right?"

"Yeah, why's that?"

"Spencer, I know it's difficult –especially with us listening- but at the moment, we need you to go along with what he wants. There's still no sign of the Unsub yet." Hotch said softly.

'And what if the Unsub doesn't show? What if this guy wants to leave the bar and...go to a room so he can fuck me!" Spencer thought, panicking slightly. He hadn't even asked what he should do if the guy wanted to leave the bar...or if the Unsub didn't show. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep with Billy...because he was really good looking...but he wouldn't sleep with him; he wasn't just involved with a gang, he ran the gang...and he wasn't sure he wanted to give his first time to a guy like that.

Billy wrapped his free hand around the kid's waist and pulled him even closer. "Because I want y', and I tend to get what I want." He smirked.

Spencer's cheeks heated up again; he...this gang leader...Billy Darley...wanted him? "E-erm, p-people are looking..." He told Billy.

"Don' give a shit." Billy told him –and Spencer could tell he really didn't care.

Spencer kept his eyes on Billy's as the man moved closer...his lips closing in on his. He was going to let Billy Darley kiss him. And he couldn't really say he didn't want it. He felt the man's lips touch his but before either of them could do anything else...someone grabbed his shoulder and pulled him out of Billy's grasp, pushing him against the bar.

"Hey there,"

"Reid, Garcia got a trace on the Unsub. His name's Michael Hanley. Keep your ears open, he could already be in the bar...you were the last one to enter and that was twenty minutes ago." Hotch's voice came down the ear piece.

Spencer's body tensed as his mind caught up with what was happening. He had a bad feeling about this guy...and not just because he had pulled him out of the arms of the most dangerous gang lord in the city and had him pushed back against the bar, but because he was the blond Billy had been glaring at earlier and he had an odd feeling his name was going to be Michael Hanley.

"'M Michael, who're you?" The guy smiled, obviously drunk...or rather pissed out of his head.

Spencer stared at the man, doing his best not to try and move as far away as possible from him; he had to appear in control, as if this was just something that happened to him on a daily basis while out with a client...as if he was just another drunk, not an Unsub. He had to act like he could handle himself...which in most situations he could nowadays, but he wasn't so sure he could handle this. He gripped the edge of the bar tightly and stood up a little straighter, making himself appear taller and stand his ground. "Busy." He said almost cockily and then smiled playfully at the man.

This was their Unsub. Spencer was sure of it. This guy...it was strange but he could just feel it. He could tell just by the way Michael was looking at him. It wasn't just a coincidence that this drunk was called Michael. The guy was devolving quickly, which meant he probably didn't approach his targets in front of so many people like he was doing now...and he most definitely did not do it drunk. That was just beyond sloppy, even for a devolving Unsub. Something else must have gone wrong in his life, something that triggered as a second stressor. But what could it be? And what was the first? He hoped now that Garcia had his name she would be able to find something on him...and the sooner the better.

Spencer winced and his smile faded as the guy gripped at his right wrist, painfully tight.

"Now you listen her-!" Hanley started as he yanked roughly on Spencer's wrist and moved himself closer, getting in the kid's face...but was cut off.

It took Spencer a moment to realise why Michael had stopped...and why he wasn't standing in front of him in a somewhat threatening manner. He watched wide-eyed as Billy slammed his fist into the guy's face while he used his other hand to hold his shirt...so the guy didn't fall down from the hit.

"Now you listen here, the kid said he was busy...so y' know what that means?" Billy asked as he pulled the guy close, getting in his face just as he had to Spencer –only it seemed a lot more threatening and scary when Billy did it, or at least that's how Spencer saw it. He waited and watched as the guy looked at Spencer, the same hungry –and something not even Billy could describe- look in his eyes. He pulled his fists back and then slammed it into the guy's face, only this time letting him fall backwards onto the floor. "It means he's fuckin' busy." He turned away from the guy and moved back over to Spencer. He put a couple of bills on the bar and then turned back to look at the guy, watching as he started to pick himself up from the floor. "What the fuck y' all lookin' at?"

"You'll regret this Darley." Hanley mumbled...and Billy just chuckled.

Spencer watched as all the people that had been watching...simply looked away, just because Billy had spoken angrily. He watched as Michael Hanley picked himself up from the floor and started towards the door. What was he supposed to do? Arrest him? That would blow his cover. But then, if they caught Hanley...would it really matter if his cover was blown? He didn't know what to do. He knew Hotch and Morgan were parked just outside in the SUV, and Emily and Rossi were with the two squad cars around the corner...would they catch him? Or would he slip away before they had the chance to get to him?

He looked up at Billy who was still watching Hanley make his way to the door. He needed to find out how Hanley was involved with the gang...and if they were in fact gang related murders –which no one on the team believed they were- or if they were something more. He couldn't go after Hanley. He couldn't arrest him. He would have to hope that the team got him on his way out of the bar.

He turned away from Billy, as if watching Hanley, and covered his mouth in what he hoped was a subtle movement. "Hanley's leaving the bar. I repeat, Hanley is leaving the bar." He whispered but hoped it was loud enough for them to hear through the device in his ear.

"Y' say somethin'?" Billy asked just as Hanley walked through the door.

Spencer turned to look at him. "Me? Nope." He smiled.

Billy just looked at him for a moment, as if he wasn't sure if he believed him, but shrugged and took hold of Spencer's elbow and started pulling him along behind him.

"W-where are we going?"

"Upstairs."

"W-what for?" Spencer asked without thinking...and he could hear the nervousness back in his voice. He had to calm down. He had to keep his cover up...but...could he do that if it meant sleeping with a gang lord?

Billy stopped walking just as they reached the metal staircase. He turned and pushed Spencer against the wall; one hand holding the kid's left hip and the other still holding his elbow. He kept his eyes on Spencer's wide brown ones as he moved closer. He could hear the kid swallow and he could see how nervous he was. Something wasn't right. He shrugged his feeling off mentally; he was going to fuck the kid anyway.

He pulled the kid closer by his hip –bringing their bodies together- before sliding his hand around to his back, running it down to his bum and squeezing before slipping a bunch of bills into the kid's back jean pocket. "What d' y' think? What I brought y' here for."

Spencer licked his lips nervously before nodding.

Billy smirked before he took a step back and let go of Spencer completely. He started up the stairs.

Spencer swallowed thickly and followed Billy up the stairs.

"Reid, we've got Hanley. Can you get out?" Hotch's voice came suddenly down the ear piece.

Spencer felt himself let out a relieved sigh...but he realised something as he and Billy stopped outside one of the rooms. He couldn't get away.

"Reid, c'mon kid, let us know what's going on." Morgan's voice came through the ear piece this time, his voice revealed he was starting to panic...just like it did in his big brother way when he was worried about Spencer.

'How am I supposed to do that, Morgan!' Spencer thought almost angrily as he followed Billy into the room. He looked around the room...it wasn't exactly what anyone would call clean. It was a dive, just like the bar downstairs. He looked over at Billy, who had just finished throwing his leather coat over the chair at the table. He smiled, hoping that it came out more playful than nervous. "Room 103, huh? Nice place."

Billy half-smirked and made his way over to Spencer. He took hold of the kid's hips and pushed him against the wall. He moved his face closer to the kid's and frowned annoyed as he watched him pull away, again.

"A-about what you did...downstairs...t-thanks." Spencer told him...and found he really was thankful; Billy had stopped the guy from...well, hitting on him and then raping him and then murdering him –not that it would have got that far with the team outside but if he wasn't an FBI agent with a team who cared about him, that's what would have happened to him.

Billy was taken aback and he actually moved his face away from the kid's a little. "Yeah, well, don' take it personally."

Spencer smiled lightly. "Yeah? And why's that?"

Billy half-smirked for a moment before giving the kid a serious look. "I hate that fucker, y' just gave me a reason to hit him."

Spencer frowned lightly, giving the older man a confused look. "Why do you hate him? I mean, isn't he part of your...you know gang?" He asked, giving Billy his best innocent look and tone.

Billy gripped at Spencer's chin, tightly, and pushed his head against the wall. "He ain't part of my fuckin' gang."

Spencer could tell how much Billy hated Hanley...but what he didn't know was why. He swallowed thickly. "R-right, s-sorry."

Billy just stared at the kid for a moment. "What's y' name again?"

Spencer was surprised by the sudden seemingly random question. "My name? Peter, I did mention that outside."

"Yeah y' might have, but do y' really expect me t' believe that's y' real name?" Billy half-smirked at the kid. He wasn't really sure why he was asking the kid's name...but he was.

"What makes you think I'd lie to you?" Spencer smiled, the playful smile taking over his lips again.

Billy's smirk widened. "'Cause 'm just another pay check, right?"

Spencer looked away; there is was again. Why be like that when you're paying them to be with you? He didn't understand it. He wanted to go back to the team. He didn't have to find out how Hanley was involved with gang activity from Billy Darley, they had him in custody now...they could just find out from him. "Yeah, just another pay check...that I don't actually have to-!" He started but was cut off as Billy pressed his body, hard, against his.

"Don' say it." Billy demanded, his eyes locked with Spencer's big brown ones. "Look 'm-..." He sighed and turned the kid's head to the left, moving closer to his ear. "'M sorry, I jus-," He stopped when he noticed something in the kid's ear. He pulled away and turned the kid's face so he was looking at him. "What the fuck-!"

Spencer jumped as the room's door was kicked open, making it slam against the wall and the top hinge fall off; yeah, the place was a dive alright. He bit his lip but he wasn't sure if it was because he was relieved or worried as he watched Morgan and Hotch and two of the cities officers come pilling into the room.

"Step away, Darley." Morgan said; frustration obvious in his voice.

Spencer watched as Billy frowned deeply, obviously confused, and then turned to look at him...a deep annoyed glare taking over the frown. He gave the older man an apologetic look as he realised the man had figured it out; figured it out that he wasn't really a prostitute...that he was a cop, a fed to be exact.

Billy stepped away, after shoving Spencer against the wall roughly. "Y' can't arrest me. I ain't done nothin' wrong." He was speaking to the agents and cops...but kept his eyes on Spencer.

"You're always doing something wrong, Darley." One of the officers piped up.

"But can y' prove it?" Billy asked, smirking. "And even if y' could, let's face it, it wouldn't stick in court." He added with a bigger smirk as he tore his eyes away from Spencer to the other officers.

Spencer looked over to Hotch and Morgan; he could tell Morgan would like nothing more than to arrest Billy...and Hotch had an unreadable expression, just like most of the time. He watched as Morgan moved over to him, all their guns still trained on Billy.

"You okay, kid?" Morgan asked, looking over his younger friend to make sure there were no marks on him. He frowned deeply as he saw the bruise that was forming on Spencer's wrist.

"I'm fine." Spencer said quietly. He noticed Morgan look at his wrist before looking at Billy –who was now looking at him again- with an even angrier look than before. "He didn't do it. It was Hanley." He watched Morgan give him a look of disbelief. "I'm serious. He stopped Hanley, okay, he hasn't done anything wrong." His eyes flashed over to Billy and locked with those too blue eyes for only a moment before he looked back to Morgan. "And besides we didn't come for Darley, we came for –and got- Hanley."

Morgan looked back to Hotch and the officers. "You got t' have something."

Hotch's brow furred as he looked at Morgan and Spencer before looking at Billy. He looked back at Morgan and Spencer. "Reid's right, we don't have anything...and I suppose we owe you our thanks, for not letting Hanley take Reid." He said as he looked at Billy. He looked at Reid and Morgan before turning to the other officers. "Let's go, we have a killer to put away." He said before starting out of the room with the two officers.

Morgan gave Billy one last annoyed look before turning to Spencer. "C'mon kid." He said and started to leave.

Spencer looked at Billy and swallowed thickly before ducking his head and starting to leave. His head shot up when he felt Billy's hand take hold of his elbow, roughly, his body pressing to Spencer's side. He kept his apologetic and somewhat sad look on his face as he stared back at the older man.

"So y' name's Reid?"

Spencer shook his head slightly. "That's my surname." He wasn't sure if it was because he felt bad about lying to him, but he felt like he had to tell Billy his name...or maybe it was because he wanted him to know it. "My name is Spencer."

Billy gave the kid a half-nod, frowning deeply at him. He leaned close to Spencer and said into his ear, "Y' tricked me, Spencer. I don't like t' be tricked." He said and slid his free hand around Spencer's waist to his bum. His hand touched the kid's bum lightly before he shoved his hand in the jeans pocket and took out his money. "'Specially not when 'm payin' for y'." He let go of the kid and stepped away from him.

Spencer kept his eyes on Billy; he felt bad, scared, upset...and like he shouldn't have given Billy his full name after all.

"Kid, come on." Morgan said from the doorway.

Spencer ducked his head and hurried over to Morgan.

"What did he say to you? He didn't threaten you or anything, did he? 'Cause if he did, I swear I'll go kic-,"

"Morgan, I'm fine, really...and he didn't threaten me." Spencer told him. "I just want to go home."

Morgan smirked and wrapped his arm around the kid's shoulders. "No way, pretty boy. We're going out, all of us." He said as they stepped out of the bar and crossed the street towards the black SUV's.

Spencer smiled at his friend and walked around the car. Before he opened the door he looked up at the set of windows above the bar...and wished he hadn't when he saw Billy standing there. He looked down and climbed into the car.

End of chapter 1!

Thanks for reading.

I have checked through this but if there's some mistakes...my bad :( Anyway, would love to know what you think of this chap and even this paring (I know the characters are bit ooc but that's what fanfiction is about, right. :/ I'll post chap 2 2moz :)