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Scott had been called in to speak with a boy that had been brought in last night. The kid looked young but Scott's superiors hadn't been able to get a name or birthday or really anything out of him. Avi had suggested that they use Scott's youth and handsome appearance to work the guy over and get some information from him.

Scott flipped through the file to see just what the kid was going to be charged with. He had been found on the corner of Lancey and 51st, an area Scott knew well. Working in VICE the past two years had acquainted him with some of the rougher neighborhoods of the city. The boy was arrested when he took the offer for a good time from one of the undercover agents in the field. A search on intake revealed a small baggie of narcotics and now he was refusing to cooperate with police. He wasn't exactly making things better for himself.

The blonde slammed the file closed and sighed heavily attracting the attention of the other two on his team. Kevin lifted an eyebrow in concern while Avi just stared.

"Why do I always get roped into doing these types of interrogations?"

"Because you're young and hot?" Avi answered earning a smack and a "hey" from his boyfriend. He rolled his eyes and continued speaking. "You know I think you're the most attractive man on the earth Kevy. But still Scott, looks a lot younger than either of us do, mostly because he is a lot younger than either of us. So he gets to go in and see what the hell that kid's name is." Scott rolled his eyes but stood and walked back toward the holding cells.

Most of the cells are empty, usually they release the night's catches or they go to county lockup before the morning. However in cell number five, in the corner of the bed, curled into a ball, Scott can make out a small body. He cleared his throat in the hopes of startling the kid but he makes no effort to move. Scott sighed again, this guy really was one of the difficult ones.

The blonde unlocked the cell door with his master key and still the boy makes no movement. Scott made his way over to the cot, thinking about how his taller body would never fit on something so small. He placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder and finally he's met with a pair of stunning brown eyes. He stared for a moment before he remembers the reason he's standing in the cell in the first place.

"I need you to stand up, hands behind your back. We're going to an interrogation room. I'd like to talk to you for a few moments." The boy on the bed gets up without protests and turns away from Scott, hands in position just like he'd been asked. As the taller man goes to cuff him, he notices the man is shivering and takes in his appearance for the first time. The guy is petite. His hair is dirty, and he has dirt and soot all over his face, his arms, his clothes. He just filthy. However, Scott has always been able to see a diamond in the rough and this guy was beautiful even in his current condition. "Are you cold? It must get drafty in here. I'm sure I could find you something to throw on over this tee shirt."

The boy hesitantly turns to face the agent, he doesn't speak but he does nod his head, biting his lip nervously. "You must be hungry too. You've been locked up in here for a few hours now and it's well past breakfast." He nods again, finally meeting Scott's eyes. "I'm going to take you down to the interrogation room then I'll see what I can work out. Sound good?" A nod and that was all. Scott was becoming increasingly frustrated, not necessarily because of the lack of verbal responses but simply because he really wanted to know what this kid sounded like. He could guarantee his voice matched his soft, lovely face.

Scott escorted the boy to room, locking the cuffs which he'd move to the front, onto the metal table. As he excused himself the boy laid his head on the desk. Scott thought he looked defeated and broken. Fifteen minutes later he returned with several items. A muffin and a bag of chips, a bottle of water and a cup of coffee with cream and sugar packets, and hoodie which he claimed was from the lost and found but was actually from the back of his car. He uncuffed the boy and helped him slip the hoodie over his head. He briefly debated leaving him without restraints, the kid was no bigger than a toothpick and Scott was sure he could take him down if necessary. However, it was protocol and if the captain saw he'd been in deep shit so he just couldn't risk it.

"I got chips and a muffin and coffee and water because I didn't know what you'd like. By the way the name's Scott. Scott Hoying." The boy pointed at the chips and the water bottle, looking at Scott for permission. In his few years on the force, Scott had interviewed a lot of suspects but none of them had ever acted like this kid. Most were haughty and defiant, occasionally he got the criers and remorseful. This boy was neither, he mostly just seemed scared. Scott pushed the chosen items forward, opening the bag and the bottle for the brunette, he knew it'd be nearly impossible for him to do in cuffs. He gave the guy a few minutes to eat, sitting silently across the table. Those brown eyes didn't make contact with his blue ones, but that was okay, he was enjoying the way the small man nibbled on each chip shyly and he didn't want the guy to think he was some stalker. Once the kid sat down the empty water bottle, Scott spoke up.

"So, can you please tell me your name? We ran your prints but they come back clean. You've never been in trouble before so what's going on?" The brunette made eye contact, it seemed to Scott that he was looking into his soul. He must have found something though because he spoke. And Scott had been right, it was beautiful just like the rest of him.

"He'll be mad I got arrested. That's why I haven't told you who I am."

"Who is he?"

"M-my husband."

"You're married?" Scott was shocked to say the least, a wedding ring wasn't booked in until the personal items, in fact nothing had been except a burner phone, some cash, and a set of small stud earrings. The boy shrank in on himself but nodded slowly. "Can you tell me about your husband? You don't have to say his name right now, just what's he like?" The boy's eyes grew wide in panic as he shook his head from side to side, desperately pulling on the cuffs in an attempt to free himself. Scott reached out a hand and laid it on guy's forearm. "Hey, hey, now. None of that. Let's just calm down. We can talk about something else. Ummm... let's see, what kind of music do you like?" Scott was being softer on this boy that he'd ever been with a suspect but he felt it was the best way to get answers.

"I-I like EDM, pop sometimes."

"That's cool. I really like Beyonce."

"Well, she is the Queen." Scott detected a hint of sassy in the boy's remark and it made him grin. "If i-if I tell you, do you promise you won't make me go back to him?"

"I can't tell you exactly what will happen, but I can promise you that if you tell me what happened I can protect you from him."

The boy considered it for a moment before speaking again. "My name is Mitch Gra-- I mean Mitch Bush. I'm twenty years old. I've been married since I was eighteen to..." the boy swallowed hard, "to Travis." Scott nodded telling him to continue, he should have been taking notes but he was more concerned with the way Mitch felt at the moment. "We met when I was fourteen, he was seventeen. I thought I was in love so I didn't hesitate when he asked me to elope with him. He cut me off from everyone and everything I loved, I didn't even realize it was happening." There were tears pouring down his face, leaving tracks on the dirty skin. "He started selling about six months after we got married. He lost his job and mine as a busboy wasn't paying enough. I begged him not too but what I want never mattered to him. I guess I finally see that now."

"Can I ask why you were on the street last night?"

"At first, he would just sell me off to his friends. But the past few weeks he would drop me off on the corner and tell me to be the slut I am. He kicked him out three days ago. Told me not to come back unless I'd made at least a grand. I didn't have anywhere else to go so I was just staying in the alleyway hoping to make enough and he'd let me back in the house."

Scott's heart shattered the moment a broken sob escaped Mitch's lips. He couldn't fight the urge as he circled the table, hugging the boy from the side as he cried. The blonde even felt a few tears escape his own eyes. Once Mitch had calmed down, Scott undid his cuffs, forget the captain, he could deal with that later. He handed Mitch a pen and instructed him to write down the address of Travis's house. At first Mitch refused, saying the man would murder him, but Scott swore that he would never lay a hand on the boy again. For some reason Mitch believed him and scrawled out the address. Scott gave him a proper hug before pulling back to look him in the eyes.

"He won't hurt you any more. I will make sure of it. I have to put you back in a holding cell."

"But--"

"I'm sorry. It's just for now. I have to talk with my superiors but I plan on making sure all charges are dropped. I also am going to go ahead and process a restraining order for you on your husband. Lots of paperwork. But I'll be back for you."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Scott took him back to cell number five, he gave him a blanket and another snack before returning to Avi and Kevin. Once the pair got a look at their younger partner they knew something was wrong.

"Scottie Boy, what's up?" Avi asked cautiously.

The blonde sighed and sank into his desk, "we have to drop the charges on that kid."

"Uhh, he was caught red-handed trying to sell himself off. We can't just drop the charges."

"We have to figure it out. I'm not sending Mitch to county."

Kevin smiled, "so you gotta name?"

"And a story and a half. I'm pretty sure he has some kind of battered spouse syndrome or something. He was prostituting because his husband was making him. It wasn't really his choice. He's terrified of the man."

"You gotta name and address on the husband?" Scott handed the paper over to Avi. "Well, let's go get him and see what he has to say."      

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When Scott made a reappearance at cell number five, Mitch had almost given up hope. He had been locked up for nearly 24 hours by the time the blonde came back around. When someone brought him a sandwich for dinner he had asked about the blonde agent but wasn't given any sort of answer as to whether the man would return.

"You came back?"

"I promised you didn't I." Scott unlocked the cell and was immediately attacked in a bear hug. "Travis is locked up now. He had a couple of warrants plus these new charges, he should be there a while. Your charges have been dropped. You're free to go."

"Thank you so much."

Scott smiled, "can I drop you off anywhere?"

"Shit-- I have nowhere to go. The apartment is only in Travis's name so I doubt the landlady would even let me in."

"You don't have a key to your apartment?" Mitch shook his head no. "Well then, I guess you're coming to mine."

"I couldn't impose on you like that. You've already done so much."

"Not an imposition if I want you there." Scott grabbed the smaller boy's hand and pulled him toward the exit. "You eat Thai because I am starving and I know you have to be too, after sitting in that cell all day."

Mitch just grinned back, things were finally looking up for the filthy boy in cell number five.