FIC: Where's Adam? Part Two
Title: Where's Adam? Part Two
Pairing: Reid/Morgan, one-sided Adam/Reid
Rating: NC17 (to be safe)
Warning: Talk of gang rape
Summary: Reid's still determined to get through to Adam, through Amanda, much to boyfriend Morgan’s chagrin. The breakthrough is not what he expects, causing him to look more deeply into Adam’s background. Spoilers for 'Conflicted' (Season 4, Episode 20)
Author’s Notes: thanks to all who r&r’d chapter 1. Sorry for the delay with this one- been off the net for a bit.
Chapter 1- http://morganreid-cm.livejournal.com/522734.html
Barely six months before, Morgan could not have envisioned himself to be now spending a weekend traipsing across the country, just so young, brilliant Spencer Reid could verify his suspicions concerning a convicted rapist-killer. Certainly, before he finally seduced the doctor to his bed, he’d spent a lot of time fantasizing about what sounds he’d make when he orgasmed (a broken thready cry) the feel of his flesh, the taste of his mouth. He was now coming to terms with just how much the young man had unnerved him. It was a new experience, the fluttery feeling in his stomach every time Reid smiled at him, the almost overpowering need to touch, to stroke, to taste. When it came to relationships, Derek was used to being in control. Something had switched, in this case. He felt broken open, fragile in a way that laid him bare to potential pain.
It hardly seemed fair.
A delayed flight had them reaching the hotel room at too late an hour to do any work. Derek threw the overnight bags onto the bench beside the television and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Reid went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Clad only in boxers, Morgan climbed into the pristine white bed, heart beating a little faster with anticipation. Spencer came out of the bathroom and walked towards the bed with his somewhat awkward, yet endearing self-conscious pace. His pajamas had little juggling bears on them. Derek couldn’t help but grin a little. The younger man climbed under the covers. Derek instantly ensconced him, hungrily devouring his mouth, his hands eagerly roaming his body.
“Derek…” Spencer sighed, as the other man forsaked his mouth for his neck, lightly biting the stubbled flesh. “We’ve got rather a busy day tomorrow.”
Derek pulled away.
He’s kidding, right?
“I’m sorry, my mind is elsewhere.”
“Thinking about Adam.” He didn’t bother to hide the iciness in his tone.
“I can bring him back, I’m sure of it.”
“Spencer…” At the BAU, he was able to focus all of his concentration there. When he was with Spencer, his attention was fully on the young profiler. It was important to him to keep the two separate. Only, because of this damned Adam/Amanda obsession of Spencer’s, they were melding together.
Not now, pretty boy. Please.
“Forget about that for now, ok?” He ran his fingers through his silky hair, lightly sucked on his earlobe.
“That does feel nice.” Spencer sighed.
I’ll make you feel something nicer still, pretty boy.
Morgan crept down Spencer’s body, pulling down his pajama bottoms and boxers to find something far more tantalizing to use his mouth on.
###
They found her in the penthouse room of the newly established Rose Hotel, looking on as a cleaner made the bed.
“The sheets need to be folded in-“
As Reid and Morgan stepped into the room, recognition instantly showed in her pale blue irises.
“Julie, is it ok if we talk to you?”
“Is Adam ok? Did something happen?” There was no denying the trepidation in her somewhat guarded tone. Morgan reminded himself that Adam had pushed her off a rooftop, causing her massive internal bleeding. Yet, this had clearly not deterred her concern for her good friend.
“Adam is still… Amanda.”
“Jessica.” Her eyes didn’t waver from Spencer’s. “Can you leave us alone a few minutes?”
The woman left the room, casting Morgan a quizzical glance on the way out.
“I’ve heard how you’ve visited the psychiatric institute. Why do you care?” She asked Spencer directly.
“I need to ask you something…”
”I already went through everything over and over-“
“I need to ask you about the time Adam was attacked.”
A barrage of emotions overcame the pretty face, ending on carefully considered passivity. She sat down on the bed.
“It would have been a few months before the murders. He acted different after. More aggressive. At the same time, he would have been even more prone to long moments of solitude.”
She folded her hands together, fingers twitching. “There was a time he was… mugged. Got beaten up pretty bad. Had to take a few days off work. He told me it wasn’t a big deal.”
“Did he tell you what happened?”
“Only that he was walking home from the Grande Hotel and someone jumped him.”
Reid and Morgan looked at each other.
“Grande Hotel?”
“He used to work as a bellhop there. Different manager. He was fired, not long after.” She finally looked up. “What does this have to do with the murders?”
“What’s the manager’s name?” Derek asked.
###
Derek liked to think that he had good instincts, in regards to people’s characters. Oftentimes, he would get the intuition first, and then back it up with a solid profile. As soon as he was ushered into the office of Arnold Stewart, he felt his stomach sour. The man, himself, sat behind an immaculately polished desk, upon which sat a laptop and in and out tray with very neatly arranged papers. A filing cabinet stood to the left, on the opposite side to the bookcase filled with various psychology and philosophy books. This particular item of furniture gleamed so much he could almost see his own face on the oak finish. No touches of individuality graced the room. Not a single photo sat on any surface.
Arnold Stewart, himself, wore a very neatly pressed suit.
“FBI, huh?” He said, after Spencer introduced them. “How may I help you?” He took Morgan’s hand and shook, his grip painful.
“We’re here about the Adam Jackson case.” Spencer said.
Arnold rose an eyebrow.
“I heard he was convicted.”
“He was.”
“Then I don’t understand. Why are you talking to me?”
“I understand that Adam was a bellhop here, a few years back.”
Something flashed in the blue eyes. “When I heard the news abut what he’d done, I wasn’t the least surprised. Kid was tapped, I tell you. Look, I knew from the instant I saw him there was something wrong with that boy. I only let him work here because Julie Riley insisted.”
“We spoke to Ms. Riley. She told us Adam was attacked a few months before the murders. That would have made it early 2009. He was working here, at the time and was fired not long after. Do you have any recollection of such an incident?”
“There was an… incident.” He paused, swallowed. “Look, I’ll tell you one thing. I don’t care what you hear. Adam wasn’t attacked.”
“Then please explain to us what happened.”
Arnold adjusted his tie. “This kid came running down into the lobby one night screaming that the bellhop is being gang raped in one of the upstairs rooms. I’d never heard anything so ridiculous in my life and I told him that.”
Beside Derek, Spencer gripped the underside of his seat. Out of the corner of his eyeline, Derek noted his jaw clench.
“Look, I knew the group the kid came in with. They’re good boys. They’re certainly not faggots.”
Derek felt his stomach spike with rage. He cursed himself for his instincts once more prevailing.
“Most men who rape other men aren’t gay.” There was a tremor to Spencer’s voice that Derek knew had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the anger he, himself was currently feeling. “It’s about power, not sexuality.”
“These kids didn’t do it.” Arnold insisted. “But this kid was raving on and on, so I decided to check it out. So I went upstairs and the kid opened the door. Adam was on his knees and he was…I was fucking disgusted! I pay my employees to work, not to suck dick. I told him he was fired on the spot. That this was a respectable hotel. I didn’t want any of that faggot stuff in here.”
Morgan found himself at a loss for words. “You… blamed Adam?”
“I told you, these were good kids. When I came into the room they told me what happened. Adam kept telling them he wanted to… They said he insisted.”
“Did Adam appear hurt in any way? Upset?” Derek was trying to allow reasoning to overcome his emotions.
“Look, the fag was crying because I caught him out. To tell the truth, I didn’t look too closely. He was on his knees naked! I told him to get changed and get out.”
“You didn’t ask Adam what happened?” Spencer wasn’t bothering to hide his disgust.
“I think it’s pretty clear, what happened.”
Derek shook his head.
Keep calm keep calm.
“Can you give us the names of these three kids?”
“I don’t see how dredging this all up is going to help.”
”We can get a search warrant-“
”God damn it!” He opened up his laptop and started flicking through it. “All this over a fucking fag serial killer!”
“You… caused this.” Spencer said quietly.
“Huh?”
“Adam had been abused again. Viciously assaulted, by the sound and you… you blamed him.”
“Spencer…” Derek warned.
But there was something his partner’s dark eyes. A haunted look that eerily reminded him of Gideon.
“He was raped by a bunch of alpha males, and then you, another alpha male blamed him for it!”
”I told you there was no rape!” Arnold spat.
“That was what caused the split.”
”I don’t know what you-“
”It was too much for his mind to handle…I wouldn’t be surprised if you reminded him of his father.”
”If some kid has daddy issues-“
“He raped and murdered other men because you didn’t want to admit he’d been raped.”
Here we go.
“Spencer, this isn’t-“ constructive.
But Spencer ignored Derek.
“What kind of a man are you?”
“Now hold on a-“
“Pathetic excuse for a human being.”
“Spencer! I think you’d better leave.”
“Fine.” He stood up so fast, the chair flew back a few metres behind him. “I can’t bare to be in the same room as this man.”
Derek took a split second decision not to follow him as he charged out of the door.
“I think you’d better leave, too.” Arnold stood up, his stance erect.
“The names… please. Then I’ll leave.”
Arnold continued to glare at him. “Fine. Caleb Abrams, Bryan Kaplan, Ethan Mcleod. Michael Jones was the one who told me about the apparent attack.”
Caleb Adams? Why is that name familiar?
“Thank you for your time.”
###
Derek found Spencer pacing the steps of the police station.
“I’m sorry, Derek.” His dark eyes blazed. “That man…it’s his fault!”
“You can’t prove that, Spencer.” Derek suddenly felt very tired. He rubbed his forehead.
“Were you and me even in the same room? Didn’t you hear what he said?”
“I heard it-“
“He’s just as bad as the rapists, themselves! Even by his own account, he walked in on a rape in progress and blamed the victim!” As he spoke, Spencer’s voice rose. A few people walking down the street turned to look.
“I managed to get the names of the men who hired the room, including the one who reported it. How about we pay him a visit? I could get Garcia to find the address.” Derek deliberately kept his voice low.
Spencer stopped pacing. His eyes still looked wild. He took a few deep breaths and ran a hand through his hair. “Ok, we should do that. I’m sorry, Derek.”
”It’s ok. I agree with you. The man was an asshole.” This earnt him a small smile from the genius.
“Does the name Caleb Adams mean anything to you?”
He saw the intelligence behind the brown eyes working. “He was Amanda’s first victim.”
Morgan felt his stomach drop.
Of course.
Tbc…
Pairing: Reid/Morgan, one-sided Adam/Reid
Rating: NC17 (to be safe)
Warning: Talk of gang rape
Summary: Reid's still determined to get through to Adam, through Amanda, much to boyfriend Morgan’s chagrin. The breakthrough is not what he expects, causing him to look more deeply into Adam’s background. Spoilers for 'Conflicted' (Season 4, Episode 20)
Author’s Notes: thanks to all who r&r’d chapter 1. Sorry for the delay with this one- been off the net for a bit.
Chapter 1- http://morganreid-cm.livejournal.com/522734.html
Barely six months before, Morgan could not have envisioned himself to be now spending a weekend traipsing across the country, just so young, brilliant Spencer Reid could verify his suspicions concerning a convicted rapist-killer. Certainly, before he finally seduced the doctor to his bed, he’d spent a lot of time fantasizing about what sounds he’d make when he orgasmed (a broken thready cry) the feel of his flesh, the taste of his mouth. He was now coming to terms with just how much the young man had unnerved him. It was a new experience, the fluttery feeling in his stomach every time Reid smiled at him, the almost overpowering need to touch, to stroke, to taste. When it came to relationships, Derek was used to being in control. Something had switched, in this case. He felt broken open, fragile in a way that laid him bare to potential pain.
It hardly seemed fair.
A delayed flight had them reaching the hotel room at too late an hour to do any work. Derek threw the overnight bags onto the bench beside the television and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Reid went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Clad only in boxers, Morgan climbed into the pristine white bed, heart beating a little faster with anticipation. Spencer came out of the bathroom and walked towards the bed with his somewhat awkward, yet endearing self-conscious pace. His pajamas had little juggling bears on them. Derek couldn’t help but grin a little. The younger man climbed under the covers. Derek instantly ensconced him, hungrily devouring his mouth, his hands eagerly roaming his body.
“Derek…” Spencer sighed, as the other man forsaked his mouth for his neck, lightly biting the stubbled flesh. “We’ve got rather a busy day tomorrow.”
Derek pulled away.
He’s kidding, right?
“I’m sorry, my mind is elsewhere.”
“Thinking about Adam.” He didn’t bother to hide the iciness in his tone.
“I can bring him back, I’m sure of it.”
“Spencer…” At the BAU, he was able to focus all of his concentration there. When he was with Spencer, his attention was fully on the young profiler. It was important to him to keep the two separate. Only, because of this damned Adam/Amanda obsession of Spencer’s, they were melding together.
Not now, pretty boy. Please.
“Forget about that for now, ok?” He ran his fingers through his silky hair, lightly sucked on his earlobe.
“That does feel nice.” Spencer sighed.
I’ll make you feel something nicer still, pretty boy.
Morgan crept down Spencer’s body, pulling down his pajama bottoms and boxers to find something far more tantalizing to use his mouth on.
###
They found her in the penthouse room of the newly established Rose Hotel, looking on as a cleaner made the bed.
“The sheets need to be folded in-“
As Reid and Morgan stepped into the room, recognition instantly showed in her pale blue irises.
“Julie, is it ok if we talk to you?”
“Is Adam ok? Did something happen?” There was no denying the trepidation in her somewhat guarded tone. Morgan reminded himself that Adam had pushed her off a rooftop, causing her massive internal bleeding. Yet, this had clearly not deterred her concern for her good friend.
“Adam is still… Amanda.”
“Jessica.” Her eyes didn’t waver from Spencer’s. “Can you leave us alone a few minutes?”
The woman left the room, casting Morgan a quizzical glance on the way out.
“I’ve heard how you’ve visited the psychiatric institute. Why do you care?” She asked Spencer directly.
“I need to ask you something…”
”I already went through everything over and over-“
“I need to ask you about the time Adam was attacked.”
A barrage of emotions overcame the pretty face, ending on carefully considered passivity. She sat down on the bed.
“It would have been a few months before the murders. He acted different after. More aggressive. At the same time, he would have been even more prone to long moments of solitude.”
She folded her hands together, fingers twitching. “There was a time he was… mugged. Got beaten up pretty bad. Had to take a few days off work. He told me it wasn’t a big deal.”
“Did he tell you what happened?”
“Only that he was walking home from the Grande Hotel and someone jumped him.”
Reid and Morgan looked at each other.
“Grande Hotel?”
“He used to work as a bellhop there. Different manager. He was fired, not long after.” She finally looked up. “What does this have to do with the murders?”
“What’s the manager’s name?” Derek asked.
###
Derek liked to think that he had good instincts, in regards to people’s characters. Oftentimes, he would get the intuition first, and then back it up with a solid profile. As soon as he was ushered into the office of Arnold Stewart, he felt his stomach sour. The man, himself, sat behind an immaculately polished desk, upon which sat a laptop and in and out tray with very neatly arranged papers. A filing cabinet stood to the left, on the opposite side to the bookcase filled with various psychology and philosophy books. This particular item of furniture gleamed so much he could almost see his own face on the oak finish. No touches of individuality graced the room. Not a single photo sat on any surface.
Arnold Stewart, himself, wore a very neatly pressed suit.
“FBI, huh?” He said, after Spencer introduced them. “How may I help you?” He took Morgan’s hand and shook, his grip painful.
“We’re here about the Adam Jackson case.” Spencer said.
Arnold rose an eyebrow.
“I heard he was convicted.”
“He was.”
“Then I don’t understand. Why are you talking to me?”
“I understand that Adam was a bellhop here, a few years back.”
Something flashed in the blue eyes. “When I heard the news abut what he’d done, I wasn’t the least surprised. Kid was tapped, I tell you. Look, I knew from the instant I saw him there was something wrong with that boy. I only let him work here because Julie Riley insisted.”
“We spoke to Ms. Riley. She told us Adam was attacked a few months before the murders. That would have made it early 2009. He was working here, at the time and was fired not long after. Do you have any recollection of such an incident?”
“There was an… incident.” He paused, swallowed. “Look, I’ll tell you one thing. I don’t care what you hear. Adam wasn’t attacked.”
“Then please explain to us what happened.”
Arnold adjusted his tie. “This kid came running down into the lobby one night screaming that the bellhop is being gang raped in one of the upstairs rooms. I’d never heard anything so ridiculous in my life and I told him that.”
Beside Derek, Spencer gripped the underside of his seat. Out of the corner of his eyeline, Derek noted his jaw clench.
“Look, I knew the group the kid came in with. They’re good boys. They’re certainly not faggots.”
Derek felt his stomach spike with rage. He cursed himself for his instincts once more prevailing.
“Most men who rape other men aren’t gay.” There was a tremor to Spencer’s voice that Derek knew had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the anger he, himself was currently feeling. “It’s about power, not sexuality.”
“These kids didn’t do it.” Arnold insisted. “But this kid was raving on and on, so I decided to check it out. So I went upstairs and the kid opened the door. Adam was on his knees and he was…I was fucking disgusted! I pay my employees to work, not to suck dick. I told him he was fired on the spot. That this was a respectable hotel. I didn’t want any of that faggot stuff in here.”
Morgan found himself at a loss for words. “You… blamed Adam?”
“I told you, these were good kids. When I came into the room they told me what happened. Adam kept telling them he wanted to… They said he insisted.”
“Did Adam appear hurt in any way? Upset?” Derek was trying to allow reasoning to overcome his emotions.
“Look, the fag was crying because I caught him out. To tell the truth, I didn’t look too closely. He was on his knees naked! I told him to get changed and get out.”
“You didn’t ask Adam what happened?” Spencer wasn’t bothering to hide his disgust.
“I think it’s pretty clear, what happened.”
Derek shook his head.
Keep calm keep calm.
“Can you give us the names of these three kids?”
“I don’t see how dredging this all up is going to help.”
”We can get a search warrant-“
”God damn it!” He opened up his laptop and started flicking through it. “All this over a fucking fag serial killer!”
“You… caused this.” Spencer said quietly.
“Huh?”
“Adam had been abused again. Viciously assaulted, by the sound and you… you blamed him.”
“Spencer…” Derek warned.
But there was something his partner’s dark eyes. A haunted look that eerily reminded him of Gideon.
“He was raped by a bunch of alpha males, and then you, another alpha male blamed him for it!”
”I told you there was no rape!” Arnold spat.
“That was what caused the split.”
”I don’t know what you-“
”It was too much for his mind to handle…I wouldn’t be surprised if you reminded him of his father.”
”If some kid has daddy issues-“
“He raped and murdered other men because you didn’t want to admit he’d been raped.”
Here we go.
“Spencer, this isn’t-“ constructive.
But Spencer ignored Derek.
“What kind of a man are you?”
“Now hold on a-“
“Pathetic excuse for a human being.”
“Spencer! I think you’d better leave.”
“Fine.” He stood up so fast, the chair flew back a few metres behind him. “I can’t bare to be in the same room as this man.”
Derek took a split second decision not to follow him as he charged out of the door.
“I think you’d better leave, too.” Arnold stood up, his stance erect.
“The names… please. Then I’ll leave.”
Arnold continued to glare at him. “Fine. Caleb Abrams, Bryan Kaplan, Ethan Mcleod. Michael Jones was the one who told me about the apparent attack.”
Caleb Adams? Why is that name familiar?
“Thank you for your time.”
###
Derek found Spencer pacing the steps of the police station.
“I’m sorry, Derek.” His dark eyes blazed. “That man…it’s his fault!”
“You can’t prove that, Spencer.” Derek suddenly felt very tired. He rubbed his forehead.
“Were you and me even in the same room? Didn’t you hear what he said?”
“I heard it-“
“He’s just as bad as the rapists, themselves! Even by his own account, he walked in on a rape in progress and blamed the victim!” As he spoke, Spencer’s voice rose. A few people walking down the street turned to look.
“I managed to get the names of the men who hired the room, including the one who reported it. How about we pay him a visit? I could get Garcia to find the address.” Derek deliberately kept his voice low.
Spencer stopped pacing. His eyes still looked wild. He took a few deep breaths and ran a hand through his hair. “Ok, we should do that. I’m sorry, Derek.”
”It’s ok. I agree with you. The man was an asshole.” This earnt him a small smile from the genius.
“Does the name Caleb Adams mean anything to you?”
He saw the intelligence behind the brown eyes working. “He was Amanda’s first victim.”
Morgan felt his stomach drop.
Of course.
Tbc…