The two brothers Eric and Tom Farraday shoved Morgan down the steps into the basement. Reid was handcuffed to the iron frame of a rickety looking bed, sitting on the diseased looking beige mattress, which had stains of blood and other fluids he didn't want to think about. The only light came from a single bulb. There were metal instruments of torture hung decoratively from the mouldy concrete walls, and there was some kind of punk rock music blaring from a stereo.

Eric grinned "what do you think agent Morgan? We tidied up especially for you guys."

Morgan glared at him. "They'll come after you soon you know. The BAU won't quit until you and your sick little puppet of a brother are locked behind bars."

"You hear that Tom?" Eric shouted over the music.

"Hear what brother?"

"The man called you a puppet." He held Morgan's arms as Tom undid his handcuffs and locked them round the opposite bedpost.

"How rude of him Eric!"

"I concur! He says his FBI buddies are going to put us behind bars! I think that's an awfully odd way of treating your kind hosts wouldn't you say?"

"Oh certainly brother. We should teach them a lesson in manners!"

"What a good idea!" Eric caressed his younger brother's face and kissed him in a way that was somehow affectionate and monstrous at the same time, and made Morgan want to throw up. This was the first time he'd encountered incest between a sibling killing partnership, though he supposed it made a twisted logical kind of sense. They were the classic dominant-submissive pair, Eric the charismatic, ruthless, narcissistic, impulsive rage killer, Tom the intelligent but socially incompetent, dependent partner. Eric wanted complete control and power over everyone including his impressionable gay younger brother, being the only one to satisfy his sexual needs would only extend his feeling of power, while Tom would do anything to please him. The fact that Eric flaunted their relationship showed that he was proud, wanted to show them that power. Or possibly just wanted to provoke them.

Morgan looked at Reid. The kid was awake but looked pretty out of it and there were brutal purple puncture wounds on the veins on his arm like they'd been drugging him. He'd been kept down here for longer than Morgan deprived of food and other basic necessities. His normally soft light brown hair was dark and unwashed, matted and falling down over his eyes. He coughed alarmingly at regular intervals and was shivering. Morgan tried to give him a look that said it would be okay, that he would fix this, and Reid nodded slightly.

Eric pushed his shorter brother away flirtatiously and said "Enough. It's time to get started." Tom nodded and hurried back up the stairs. When he came back he was holding a video camera and tripod. And a gun.

Morgan's heart sank. He didn't want to know what sick fantasy these twisted young men wanted to play out. Unfortunately his worst fears were realised when at a nod from Eric who was setting up the camera, Tom started stripping Reid's clothes off gleefully, breathing heavily like an excited warthog. Reid snapped out of his daze and started to struggle, panic across his face.

"No! No! Please! Don't do this!" he begged softly.

It was excruciating to watch. Reid knew perfectly well that he was dealing with sexual sadists, and that begging for mercy would only play into their fantasy. But he was a very private person, and now he was being stripped of that privacy in front of a colleague and two strangers and it must seem like his worst nightmare was coming true.

Reid went through life persistently ignoring anything remotely sexual. He was aware of its existence of course, was an expert on the biological mechanisms and the psychological drives behind it. He had to be to understand the sexually motivated criminals. He had dealt with that side of the job by studying it like zoologist studies a dangerous animal. Calculating and reducing it down to a manageable concept.

But if any of the team chatted about their steamy encounters over coffee, he would suddenly remember some urgent paperwork he had to do, if anyone, not naming names… (Garcia) made a juvenile innuendo while they were talking in the office, Reid would suddenly have an uncontrollable need to reorganise his files. He had never pursued dating other than that one time with JJ of which the lack of scandalous details had disappointed them all, and he never returned the calls from that model chick who had taken a liking to him while he was guarding her. Socially he seemed resolutely fixed in a perpetual state of pre-pubescence in which sex was a mere shadow of uncertainty in an otherwise logical world.

He'd unconsciously been profiling Reid for some time, Morgan realised with guilt. He hadn't meant to. They did make that promise not to do it to each other. But he couldn't help himself sometimes. Especially since the ideas of Reid and sex kind of blurred in his mind no matter how many times he told himself the kid was off limits.

Morgan yanked at his handcuffs until they broke the skin around his wrists but it didn't help. "Get off him you creep!" he yelled furiously. The brothers just laughed and Tom tugged off the rest of Reid's clothes leaving only his boxers.

"Enough brother! You don't get to touch him yet." Tom drew back obediently.

Eric swaggered over to the bed and looked down at Morgan, who was trying not to look at Reid. Eric grabbed Morgan's head and turned it towards Reid. Morgan tried to convey more sympathy, more comfort, more anger at what was being done to him. Reid had his knees drawn up to his chest, and couldn't look him in the eye.

"What do you think agent Morgan? He's a very handsome boy isn't he? He looks a bit dirty to me though doesn't he? What would you like to do to a dirty little boy like him Morgan? Would you like to play a game with him?"

"Leave him alone! I'll do whatever sick game you want, just keep him out of it!"

"Well that's not very nice is it? I'm sure Dr Reid was looking forward to playing a game with you. I think we need to teach you how to play nicely with other boys, isn't that right Dr Reid?"

Reid didn't reply.

"Tell agent Morgan you want him to play with you." Eric's tone changed from playful to serious in a blink, and Tom held the gun up to Reid's temple.

"I want you to play with me Morgan." Reid said in a tiny voice.

"See?" Eric said triumphantly. Tom laughed.

Morgan couldn't take his eyes off the gun. His heart sped up. He was so fixated that it barely registered when Eric started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Get off me!" he yelled and lashed out. His wrists were slick with blood from the handcuffs now.

"Shhh! Morgan please use your indoor voice! My brother is easily startled and we don't want this game to end messily for your friend Dr Reid now do we?"

Eric undid his handcuffs.

"Tell agent Morgan you want to see him naked." Eric commanded Reid.

Reid shut his eyes and cringed as he forced out the words Morgan had longed to hear him say, though under very different circumstances.

"Please…I want…"

"I…I want…" his embarrassment grew with every stuttered syllable.

Morgan looked anxiously at the gun.

"to see you…"

Just say it Reid.

"N-naked." The last word was practically a whisper.

"Thank you." Eric said. "Now please get naked for us Mr Morgan. I'm sorry but Dr Reid has asked to see you naked. Those are the rules."

Morgan hesitated before starting to unbutton his shirt. His hands were shaking so bad his fingers seized up around the third.

"Quickly please Mr Morgan."

He gave up and tugged it over his head, scared for Reid even though he knew Tom would probably wouldn't shoot him while they were playing this stupid game. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear until he was naked and standing in front of them defiantly. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing him embarrassed. Besides Derek Morgan had no issues on the body confidence front. He was fully aware of the fact that he was built like, as Garcia so poetically described him: a chocolatey Adonis.

The two serial killers looked him up and down appreciatively, like a horse they were looking to buy.

"No wonder our little Dr Reid is hot for him, would you just look at that! What do you think that is Tom, eight, nine inches?" Eric pretended to fan himself.

"Yours is bigger brother." Tom smirked. Eric blew him a kiss. They made Morgan's skin crawl.

"Now we've got better acquainted, I think it's time to start the game, don't you?"

"You're not…?" Morgan said confused.

"Joining you? No no what do you take us for? We're not animals! We're merely going to be observing and…directing." Morgan suddenly remembered the camera and realised what they wanted them to do.

"No." he said. "NO!" he took a step forward, intending to punch Eric but Tom fired a gun shot at the ceiling which made them all jump, startled.

"TOM! ARE YOU INSANE? WE'RE IN A CONCRETE CELL, WHAT IF IT HAD RICOCHED? CONTROL YOURSELF PLEASE" Eric yelled. "GIVE ME THAT." Tom handed over the gun guiltily.

Eric pointed it at Morgan this time.

"Dr Reid, you go first, what would you like Mr Morgan to do to you?"

Reid looked at Morgan uncertainly.

"Come on! Use your imagination or this game won't be any fun!" Reid still didn't respond. "Oh did I forget to mention there's a time limit to this game? 10, 9, 8…"

"Just say anything Reid!" Morgan tried not to snap but his voice still came out sounding harsh. He knew Reid would be even more flustered now.

"K-Kiss me!" Reid blurted out, panicked. He looked at Eric again for approval.

"Awww!" both men said.

"did you hear that Tom? He wants a kiss. Ain't that sweet? Morgan you heard the man. Kiss him!"

"KISS HIM, KISS HIM, KISS HIM!" Tom chanted.

"Shut up Tom you're ruining their moment!"

Morgan's heart fluttered slightly. The thought suddenly snuck into his brain that perhaps deep down he wanted to do what their captors wanted. He immediately felt guilty and ashamed of himself but god he'd wanted to sleep with Reid for as long as they'd worked together. But not like this. He wanted Reid to want it, not to have to fuck him with a gun to his head.

He climbed onto the bed self-consciously and looked into Reid's wide honey brown eyes.

I know you're scared but we have to do this. He tried to express what he was thinking. Reid seemed to understand, and nodded weakly.

Morgan decided that he might as well go all out and try to please their captors. He took charge, figuring as it was Reid's first kiss he might at least feel slightly less out of his comfort zone if Morgan dominated and showed him what to do.

He positioned one hand under Reid's jaw, one on the back of his head and tilted his head back for better access, and pushed his tongue into Reid's mouth, trying to forget about the cold metal eye of the gun hovering next to their skulls. He felt Reid give a small startled noise as he experienced the bizarre feeling of tasting someone else's tongue for the first time.

He pushed Reid's shoulders down so he was lying on the mattress, pinned underneath him. Their tongues grappled for space, adams apples bobbing up and down as they gulped each other down. Morgan wished Reid would give him something, some subtle touch to indicate he wasn't completely hating it. But Reid's body language betrayed nothing but fear and confusion. Morgan released his grip on Reid's neck and stroked his chest gently in a way that was meant to be comforting but actually made him tense up even more.

"Alright already!" Eric laughed "let the man breathe Mr Morgan!"

Their mouths separated with a faint sucking noise as the suction was released. Reid was blushing red and panting. Morgan looked down at him worriedly, searching his eyes for feelings of disgust or betrayal. There didn't seem to be any, but Reid was good at hiding his feelings when he wanted to be.

They both looked at Eric.

"Okay Morgan your turn. What do you want to do to Reid?"

"take off his handcuffs."

Eric frowned and pouted.

"That's no fun. Try again. Choose a better one this time or we choose for you."

Morgan looked at Reid, his mind going blank.

"I…I don't know. I don't fucking want any of this you sick motherfuckers!"

"Hmm I may not be a profiler like you guys, but from the way you kiiissed him I think you're liee-ing. But fine. We will decide for you. Tom?"

"Okay Morgan you have to…suck him off."

"No! No Morgan don't!" Reid cried, shaking his head desperately, his voice going high pitched.

Morgan shook his head. "No! Please, look can't you let me do it to you? He doesn't want me to!"

"He's only saying that because he doesn't know if he likes it. You know he'll enjoy himself once you get started. Don't you want to make him feel good?" Eric's voice echoed the sinful thoughts in his own mind.

"I can't."

Eric sighed and lifted the gun back to Reid's head.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH." Morgan yelled.

"Hey! I'll have none of that language. Now get on with it or I might have to start dismantling him. And I'm sure you'll agree that he would look awfully silly without fingers."

Morgan stared at the serial killer's stony grey eyes, trying to work out whether he was serious. Cold dead soulless eyes stared back at him.

"You think it's an empty threat profiler? I'll teach you not to underestimate me. Tom, get me a scalpel." There was no longer a joking edge to his voice.

"I believe you!" Morgan said.

Eric looked at him and smiled. "Too late." He picked up the scalpel. "make a move and I swear to you I'll blow his brains out."

"Please don't hurt him! I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you want!"

"I know you will."

He stabbed the scalpel into the side of Reid's abdomen. Reid didn't make a sound, just bit hard on his lip. Morgan couldn't believe the young man's self-control. It must have been agony. Eric dragged the scalpel across his skin, carving out the words 'Bad Boy' in shallow gashes.

It was the most painful minute of Morgan's entire life.

Eric finally finished and wiped the blood off onto Reid's crumpled shirt, admiring his handiwork. Both brothers seemed transfixed by the blood for a moment as it pooled and trickled down Reid's stomach into his boxers.

"Oh god Reid oh god oh god." Morgan moaned. Eric snapped out of it and pushed Reid's arms down against the bed.

"Do it. Now."

Reid opened his eyes when he felt Morgan's hand on his boxers. "Don't" he shook his head urgently, his eyes filling with tears.

"I'm sorry Reid, I have to." Morgan wanted to die. "just shut your eyes and try not to think about it."

He pulled down his boxers trying not to look but failing. To his surprise Reid was already slightly hard, which explained why he so badly didn't want Morgan to see. He wondered whether Reid had a masochistic streak or if the adrenaline and the drugs had confused the signals his brain was receiving.

Again with the profiling. Like it wasn't enough that he was violating his friend physically.

Morgan stroked the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh and worked his way up so Reid had time to get his head round what was happening. And partly to get his own head round it.

Morgan had known about his sexuality for as long as he could remember but he hadn't acknowledged or acted on it much until recently. He liked to flirt so people seemed to have the impression that he was a ladies man but the truth was he'd been put off sex for a long time by the abuse he'd received as a child. He'd had a few one night stands but he'd never performed oral sex on another man, except for vague memories of doing it to his abuser.

He curled his fingers around Reid's firm, slender cock and kissed it hesitantly, gradually using his tongue more as he got used to the taste of salt and blood which trickled from the wounds. The first time he put his mouth around it Reid shuddered and whimpered. He automatically bent his knees to protect himself, but since Morgan was currently between them and Eric was still holding down his arms Reid couldn't get away. The young man tried to relax his legs but couldn't stop himself doing the same thing again. Morgan could still remember the way it felt when his abuser sucked him off for the first time. Unnatural and intrusive and embarrassing. Dirty and shameful. Wrong.

Except now it was Morgan doing the same thing to Reid. He sucked and stroked and teased with his hands, his tongue, his lips wherever he could, wanting it to be over fast for Reid's sake.

Suddenly he started hearing Reid moan. Stifled and repressed but they were definitely moans. He felt relieved knowing Reid was getting at least some pleasure from this twisted situation, and increased the rate and pressure of his movements.

"Time's up. Stop." Eric said.

"What?" Morgan straightened up, wiping the saliva from around his mouth. "but he hasn't…"

"Dr Reid, back to you."

Reid struggled into sitting position. His eyes were red and his face was streaked with tears. He was cowering like a baby mouse surrounded by hungry cats, desperately trying to avoid eye contact.

"What would you like him to do to you Dr Reid?" Eric snapped, waving the gun.

"I can't…"

"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!" Eric yelled.

"Don't yell at him like that!" Morgan yelled. He knew it was a mistake but he couldn't help himself.

Eric clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. They had challenged his authority.

"Tom. They refuse to play. Show them what the forfeit is."

Tom smirked. He turned to Reid and backhanded him across the face.

"Reid!" Morgan yelled.

Reid coughed and spat blood from where Tom's knuckles had cut his lip. He glared up at the man almost defiantly.

God this boy could take pain.

Eric's expression darkened further. "Again." He said.

Tom hit Reid again. "Stupid little bitch!" he shouted in Reid's face when he refused to make a noise. He hit him again and again calling him more disgusting names. Finally Eric shoved Tom out of the way. He trailed his fingers over the bleeding lesions on Reid's face.

"So very brave. Somebody's done this to you before haven't they?"

Reid turned his face away.

Eric struck him on the side of the head with the butt of the pistol so hard Reid couldn't stop himself, and he screamed in pain and shock. It was an awful yelping sound, like a dog being shot in the leg.

Morgan cursed himself inwardly. He felt useless. All the training he'd been through, and he wasn't even chained up but he still couldn't do a damn thing to help his friend, not with that gun in Eric's hand.

Reid probably hated him right now.

"Okay new rules." Eric said looking calmer now order had been restored. "you both do exactly as I say, and if you displease me we will do unpleasant things to you. Do you understand?"

Morgan nodded. He couldn't watch Reid get beaten up anymore.

"Okey dokey." Eric smiled. "Get him up."

Morgan helped Reid into sitting position.

"Now Dr Reid, I'm going to ask you a question and you have to answer it honestly, okay? Okay? Nod your head if it's okay."

Reid nodded.

"How did it feel when Morgan touched you like that? Did it feel nice?"

Reid glanced at Morgan and went red, looking mortified.

"Answer the question Dr Reid. Did you like it?"

"Yes. Yes I liked it." Reid mumbled.

Did he actually…? Morgan wondered. No. Idiot. Of course he did not enjoy getting raped. He's just telling him what they want to hear.

"Great! Then it's super easy for me to decide what you guys are gonna do next. Reid you ought to give something back to Morgan. It'd be rude not to. Why don't you try sucking his cock? I'm sure he'd like that. Wouldn't you like that Morgan?"

"Say yes!" Tom whispered.

Morgan looked at Reid. "Yes." He said apologetically.

"You've got to ask him properly! Here, I'll start you off. Reid, if it's not too much trouble, would you mind sucking on my cock? And then Reid you say 'Sure thing Morgan!'"

Reid seemed to be willing himself to disappear. Morgan tried to say it but he couldn't. He couldn't ask Reid to do something like this as if he was asking to borrow some eggs.

Eric sighed. "Fine. If you wanna be rude about it. But remember the time limit." He started to count down.

Eric handcuffed Morgan then shoved him so he was kneeling on the bed in front of Reid, and Tom yanked Reid up by the arms to get him to kneel facing Morgan.

"I don't want to!" Reid sobbed, pressing his forehead against Morgan's chest.

"Shhh Shh, I know, I know you don't." Morgan whispered comfortingly in his ear, resting the right side of his face against Reid's head in as close to a hug as he could manage without use of his arms.

"Please don't make me do this!" He knew Reid was addressing the serial killers, but it still felt like he was talking to him, and it broke his heart. He started to hate himself, really hate himself.

"Tom, assist Dr Reid please, for a doctor he seems to be having trouble locating the correct part of Mr Morgan's anatomy."

"Please don't watch me." Reid whispered in his ear before his head was forced down.

He was vaguely aware of Eric telling Tom to move the camera to get a close up of Reid going down on him. The rock music was turned up again, and Morgan was grateful for the distraction. Not being able to see Reid was killing him. It wasn't like he had a particular kink for watching, it was just instinctive to want to know what was going on down there.

There was a long pause and then he felt Reid kiss his thigh, mimicking what Morgan had done to him earlier. Oh right. Eidetic memory.

It made Morgan feel sort of funny realising that Reid would have remembered every detail perfectly.

He felt the tickle of Reid's breath on his cock and it nearly drove him insane to know that he was so close. His stomach was in knots with fear and guilt, but god it had been a long time, and he felt himself getting…excited.

The tickling stopped for a second as Reid adjusted to this…development. Morgan felt so ashamed of himself.

Then there was his hand.

And his mouth, and his tongue.

And the realisation that Reid was very very good at this.

Morgan silently praised the lord for eidetic memory. Then felt sick again. But he couldn't help how his body was responding. He was so confused about whether or not he was allowed to enjoy it.

His eyes watered from staring at the wall.

He wanted to touch Reid, stroke his hair, somehow convey the feelings of love and gratefulness.

Because he did.

Love Reid that is. He had for a long time.

But his hands were locked behind his back, and any slim chance they might have had at a normal relationship was gone now. And this was probably the only time he would ever get Reid like this.

Morgan closed his eyes as his body suddenly tensed up and relaxed in the most mind blowing way. His head tilted back and he let out a groan. He wanted to beg Reid to go faster. He bit his lip to stop himself giving the commands.

He wanted the feeling again. He was getting dizzyingly close. It happened again even stronger and his mouth fell open in a gasp.

"Reid…" he breathed.

Suddenly the music was turned off.

"You can stop now Dr Reid."

Morgan had to bite his lip again to stop a frustrated moan. It was a good thing that Eric had allowed Reid to stop. Reid. Reid. Remember Reid doesn't want this. Remember you don't want this.

Reid pulled back, coughing. There was an awful crackling noise in his lungs and he was sweating and shivering like he had a fever.

"He's sick. He needs medical attention." Morgan said weakly. "Please stop this."

"Just one more thing I need you to do." Eric said, stroking Morgan's head soothingly. Morgan wanted to shrug his hand off but balancing with no arms was no easy task and moving his head was a bad idea.

"What?" Morgan said weakly, though he could pretty much guess what Eric was thinking.

"Fuck him."

Morgan shook his head. Eric grinned and gave the gun to Tom, who was staring at Reid with a perverted smile on his horrible face. Eric slid his hands into Tom's pants and started to jerk him off.

"Dr Reid. Tell Mr Morgan you want him to fuck you." He sucked like a leech on his brother's neck between words. Tom's grip on the gun started to shake and his heavy breathing was loud in the quiet room as his Eric moved his hand faster.

Reid hung his head.

"Please…I-I want you to…" his voice broke into a sob. "to…"

"Yes Dr Reid?" said Eric.

"to fuck me."

"Like a dirty whore."

"to…fuck me like a dirty whore." He said quietly.

It was the first time Morgan had ever heard a swearword from the mild-mannered young man. It sounded wrong coming from him, like hearing a young child say it.

"Tell him to lie down on his back." Eric said to Morgan.

"Lie down Reid." Morgan said, as gently as he could.

"Not Reid, Slut."

"Lie down Slut."

Reid obeyed him wordlessly, clutching his wound as he lay down on the mattress. The blood was starting to dry stickily on his stomach.

He was crying again.

"Just do this and then we'll leave you alone." Eric said.

Morgan climbed on top of his friend. Eric undid his handcuffs.

"Please don't do this Morgan. Don't make me do this, I can't do this." Reid started to hyperventilate, shaking his head violently.

I have to. He'll kill you if I don't.

Morgan tried to use his profiling techniques. He needed to get into Eric's mindset, identify with him. It was the only way he could get through this without his heart getting ripped apart.

He forced Reid's knees apart.

I'm a sexual sadist and I want to make this man suffer. I have to control him so I can feel good about myself. He's nothing, a pathetic, disposable, weak kid who is worthy of nothing more than being my fucktoy.

"Please Morgan! Please I don't want-"

Morgan choked him off midsentence with a rough, dominating kiss. He grabbed a fist full of Reid's hair near the nape of his neck and used it to control his head.

Eric clapped appreciatively at that. "Ooh he's getting aggressive. I like it." Tom made an indignant noise and pulled Eric's hands back down to fondle his crotch. "Carry on." Eric said. He turned the music back on.

Morgan started to touch and finger Reid. He kissed him on the neck to take his mind off the discomfort but it didn't help. Reid grabbed his wrist and tried to pull it away, still begging him over and over with strung-together pleas in his ear. He was grateful once again for the music so he couldn't hear most of what Reid was saying.

He withdrew the finger and grabbed Reid's arms, pinning them above his head. He and Reid were face to face now.

Reid's body went limp. He turned his head away from Morgan and shut his eyes tightly.

Morgan brushed the tears on his cheeks with his thumb and kissed him gently. The only affectionate gesture he could risk. Reid turned his head further away. He was angry and hurt and humiliated and he sure as hell wasn't giving his permission.

He fingered him again. Reid, quite understandably, clenched as was the automatic response to fingers being in places they don't belong.

"He's too tense. This isn't going to work. We at least need some kind of lubricant." He yelled over the music.

Eric cupped his hand to his ear in an 'I can't hear you' mime.

"It hurts more if you fight it." He said into Reid's ear. The younger man only glared at him in response.

Morgan knew he must sound awful and callous telling him to relax when he wasn't the one in pain. But he was genuinely trying to guide Reid through it, using what he remembered all too clearly from his own experiences. He wished he could explain that.

He tried his best to prepare him with his fingers, but he was all too aware of the brothers whining and rutting in the background and was scared of what they'd do if they got bored.

When he penetrated Reid, he nearly came straight away just from the feeling of tight heat, like Reid's body was trying to suck him in. He knew exactly how much it hurt but Reid barely let the pain show. The younger man's entire body was rigid, every muscle straining with the effort of resisting him. His stomach muscles were taut and twitching, the tendons painfully prominent in his neck.

Morgan couldn't wait any longer. He held onto Reid's legs and pumped his hips in, out, in, out, hungrily seeking gratification again and again, Reid squirming in pain at every violent thrust until tears started spilling out the corner of his eyes. It felt like less than a minute passed before he blew his load inside Reid, feeling ashamed and sick. He leant forward and kissed Reid's stomach, riding out the last few spasms of his climax. Reid pushed him off roughly and dragged himself away from him, crying and panting and coughing.

He felt despicable.

There was a sarcastic round of applause from Eric.

"My dear agents, that was quite a thrilling performance." He was sitting on the sofa looking smug, with his pants unzipped and a naked post coital Tom in his lap.

Neither of them replied.

"So Dr Reid, was Morgan the stallion you were hoping for?"

Silence.

"Dr Reid? Are you falling asleep? Answer me, how was Morgan? Rate him out of ten."

Morgan stood up.

"Can we get dressed now?" he asked flatly.

"Sheesh. Fine. I was hoping for a little more romance but whatever." Tom threw them their clothes and pulled on his own.

"So what happens to us now?" Morgan asked.

Eric shrugged. "Well…we've got all the footage we want. Tomorrow I guess we'll kill you."

Morgan's draw dropped. He was speechless with fury. He suddenly saw the gun on the floor a few feet away where the brothers had dropped it while in the throes of passion, and lunged for it but Eric was too quick.

"sleep well Agent Morgan, Dr Reid." The two left.

Suddenly there were shouts and gunshots from above. A few minutes later someone kicked down the door and at that moment Morgan could have kissed Rossi. Then everything became blurry and confused and they were given those shock blankets by a paramedic and Reid couldn't stand so they put him on a gurney and hooked him up to some kind of drip and Morgan stared at his bruises the whole way to the hospital trying to remember which ones were made by Tom and which were his own.

Then when they got to the hospital he lost sight of Reid and he complained but they were separated anyway and the doctor said something about intensive care but Morgan couldn't take any of it in so he let himself be led to another room and a nurse pulled the curtains shut and gave him a morphine drip for his shoulder and he went to sleep.