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Anything For You

Hatochiisai

No own. Piss off.

Slash warning Hotch/Reid, UnSubOC/Reid (non-con)

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Chapter 11

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Ah… IHOP. Reid nearly smiled in amusement as he thought of all the times he and the team had sat down to dinner at 2am at an IHOP or Denny’s and discussed a case, making any other patrons in the place either very curious or very nervous.

But now he was sitting in a booth across from Shane Harvey. His abductor. His assaulter. His rapist. Eating pancakes as if they were together. And in Shane’s mind, they were. Reid sighed, draining his coffee for the fourth time in the past half hour. He refilled his mug and watched Shane watching his hand as he emptied the sugar into the mug. Shane snorted and munched on his bacon. Reid said nothing.

“I’m going to use the bathroom before we leave.” Shane said, and walked to the bathroom. Reid had used it when they first got there, so he took his chance. Snatching up the paper placemat that was telling about the seasonal apple cinnamon and pumpkin pancakes, he turned it over and scribbled on the back in green crayon.

I am FBI Agent Reid. The man with me is holding me hostage. He is armed and dangerous. Call Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. Tell him I’m okay and we’re still heading south.

He finished by scribbling Hotch’s number down, then folded the thing into a paper airplane and launched it across the room. In the corner, a couple of waitresses were on break, having coffee. The plane bounced off of the wall over their heads and fell onto the table behind them. They all blinked and looked at Reid. He stared at them intensely, then shot a meaningful look at the little paper plane. Then he stood and walked over to meet Shane.

On their way out, he glanced back. One of the women was reaching over the back of the bench and snatched the plane. She opened it, frowning. Then she whirled and stared as Shane and Reid left. As they walked past the windows to the car, Reid glanced in. The women were all staring at him with wide eyes. He gave them a nod and a pleading look, then got into the car.

As they drove away, Reid glanced back into the restaurant. One of the women was on the phone, holding the unfolded paper plane. And smiling slightly to himself, Reid sat back and closed his eyes. Now that he was full of coffee, pancakes, and the smug joy of defying Shane right under his nose, it was time for a nap…

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Hotch sighed. They had just finished interviewing Arnold Gray and the cashier, Cassie Marks, and watching the security tapes. Now the two teams, Hotch and Perry’s both, were all standing in a large circle in the parking lot, throwing ideas around. Hotch had to admit it. Perry had a good team. Not as good as his OWN, of course. But they were pretty good.

Patroni stopped mid sentence when Hotch’s phone went off again. The Unit Chief pulled it out and answered.

“SSA Hotchner.”

“As in… Supervisory Special Agent?” A woman asked, her voice trembling. Hotch blinked and quickly switched to speaker phone. The others all gathered closer.

“… Yes.” Hotch said. “… Do you by any chance have a communication for me left for you by a young man with brown hair?”

“… An Agent Reid, yes.”

“… He’s good.” Stuer remarked, smirking.

“What’s the message?” Hotch asked.

“… He said ‘I’m okay and we’re still heading south’.” The woman read, faithfully.

“Ma’am, what is your name?”

“Gail Warthen.”

“And where are you?”

“IHOP on 95, west of Rocky Mount.”

“We’re on our way. I need everyone in that restaurant to stay put for FBI questioning.”

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Reid walked across the concrete, heading for the little booth where the attendant was hiding. He clutched a five dollar bill that Shane had given him in his fist. He opened one of the coolers and pulled out two sodas and grabbed a bag of Cheetos. Then he slid the five and exact change through the hole in the window. He didn’t say a word, just turned and walked away. The man blinked in surprise. He unfolded the bill, and found a piece of paper in it. Blinking again, he unfolded it. It was the same as the message written on the paper airplane Reid had thrown at IHOP.

I am FBI Agent Reid. The man with me is holding me hostage. He is armed and dangerous. Call Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. Tell him I’m okay and we’re still heading south.

It ended, as before, with Hotchner’s phone number. The man in the booth blinked and stared at the green SUV that was pulling away. The thin young man in the passenger seat stared at him as the car went past. The man blinked, then nodded. The Agent smiled his thanks, and the car pulled onto the street. The man picked up the phone immediately.

“Hothner.” Came the immediate answer. It sounded like it was on speaker phone. The man blinked down at the note.

“Uh yeah. Hi. Look, I uh… I just got a note.” He stopped when he heard this Hotchner shout.

“We have another one!” He heard people calling back, voices getting closer to the phone.

“What do you have?” Hotch asked.

“Uh… an Agent Reid wants me to tell you that he’s okay and uh…”

“Is he still heading south on 95?” Hotch asked.

“… Yessir. Left the parking lot not two minutes ago.”

“Where.” Hotch demanded, and the man could hear car doors slamming.

“Wal*Mart gas station.” The man said. “On 95, just north of the city limit of Fayetteville.”

“We’re on our way.” Hotchner said. And off they went. Two and a half hours later, they received another call. This one was different.

“My name is Jessica Richards.” The woman said. “I got a note from a Dr. Reid…”

“Still heading south on 95?” Hotch asked.

“Well… the note doesn’t say that.” The woman said.

“What does it say?” Hotchner asked.

“… He says that he’s okay, and he’s being taken to Savannah.”

“… Then that’s where we’re going.” Perry growled, and everyone piled into the cars again.

“Anything else?” Hotchner asked the woman, his heart now pounding.

“… Green Palm Inn.”

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Reid sighed. They had been on the road for almost twelve straight hours. Normally it was only about 9 hours from Savannah to D.C. but oh well… He was the one insisting on stopping every few hours. Then, there was a sign.

Savannah 12

“Twelve miles.” Shane sighed.

“… Shane?” Reid murmured.

“Yes?”

“Can we stay at the Green Palm Inn?”

“… Huh?”

“I’ve always wanted to. It has so much history!”

“… Sure.” Shane said, smiling. Inwardly, Reid smirked. “Let’s grab some food first.” And he pulled into a TGI Friday’s. Reid sighed and nodded, following him in. They sat down. Halfway through their meal, however, Reid began to notice something. People were watching them. People with wide eyes. The feeling in the restaurant grew tense. Reid frowned and looked around. Dozens of eyes turned back to their plates. Several flicked to the TV’s above the bar. Confused, Reid looked up at the screens. And he froze.

No… Oh no…

“Spencer?” Shane asked. Quickly, Reid wiped the look of horror off of his face and looked at the man. But it was too late. Shane turned and looked up at the screens. And his eyes widened. He leapt from his seat and grabbed Reid’s wrist, jerking him up and over to the bar. The bartender stared, eyes wide.

“Turn that up! NOW!” He commanded. People screamed and ducked to the floor when he pulled a gun. The bartender jumped and hurried to obey.

“—reports that messages have been left at various gas stations, rest stops and restaurants along 95 stretching across four states. There is still no word as to where the fugitive is heading, but sources confirm that police and FBI are hot on his trail and catching up, thanks to the clues left behind by his hostage, who had identified himself as an FBI Agent in every message left behind.”

Reid didn’t move as the camera switched to show security footage at the first gas station. His heart pounded as Shane watched Reid take the cashier’s hand and write something on her palm and speak to her, then hurry across the store. Then it showed an interview with a woman. Reid recognized her from IHOP. Hadn’t they told her not to talk to the media?! Dammit… She was probably the reason this story was on the news. Which was the last thing he needed…

The woman finished telling the reporters how the young man had thrown her the paper airplane and then left. She told them what the note had said. And then said that FBI Agents had arrived two hours later. Reid stared. The team was gaining. He knew it. But now…

“… What. Did. You. DO?!” Shane roared, whirling on Reid. The restaurant was silent, all eyes focused on the two men. Reid took a step back.

“… I… I…”

“You little SLUT!” Shane screamed, and brought the back of his hand across Reid’s face. A woman shrieked and jumped, watching the young man spin to the floor. Before Reid was even able to regain his senses, he had been jerked to his feet and slammed into the wall. Shane was screaming at him, but Reid couldn’t focus… couldn’t think… Then he crashed to the floor again, his head throbbing. An impact to his gut… he couldn’t breathe… A fist in his hair, dragging him across the floor… people shouting.

A man was whimpering, then Shane shouted something… then the jingling of keys. He was jerked up to his feet and he stumbled along blindly, still being dragged by the hair. Out in the parking lot, they didn’t return to the green jeep. Instead, they ended up at a black Sequoia. Reid yelped as he was struck in the head again, and fell to the asphalt, groaning. Above him, Shane was opening the back doors and folding down the seats. Then he ran to the jeep and came back a moment later. Reid yelped as his hands were bound behind his back with duct tape, and his ankles together, and a strip placed over his mouth. Reid groaned, squirming.

“Shut up you little snake…” Shane hissed, lifting Reid into his arms and dumping him in the back of the Sequoia. “You’ll regret this…”

He closed the back hatch, climbed into the driver’s seat and sped from the parking lot, tires screaming.

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“There’s no sign of them, Hotch.” Perry said, walking out of the Green Palm Inn with Kehoe. “Harvey’s car isn’t here, and the owner says they haven’t been in.”

“… Could we have beaten them here?” Prentiss asked.

“Possible.” Perry said with a shrug. Morgan blinked when his phone rang. He smirked and opened it.

“talk to me, Baby Girl…. Wait… wait wait… Garcia, slow down. What?! Okay. Okay… They WHAT?! Aw, damn… okay… yeah… oh. Shit… We’re on it.” He hung up the phone.

“what happened?!” Rossi demanded.

“things just got a whole lot worse.” Morgan groaned. “that Gail woman at the IHOP. She went to the press. This case is all over the news.”

“Oh no…” JJ groaned, letting her face fall into her hand.

“Local police got a 911 call, and called Quantico right away. There was a disturbance at a TGI Fridays not far from here. Witnesses identified Shane Harvey AND Reid. They saw the news broadcast and Shane lost it. Pulled a gun and lashed out.”

“Oh God…” Prentiss groaned. “Was anyone hurt?”

“Just Reid.” Morgan sighed. “He beat him up, stole some guy’s car keys and dragged Reid out by the hair, tied him up with duct tape, threw him in the back and took off. Tons of witnesses watched through the windows. One woman even took a video. She had been video taping her friend opening a birthday gift when it all went down. Cops have it and are waiting for us.”

“Let’s move.” Hotchner said, and they all piled into the SUV’s. On the way to the station, Hotch turned and looked at Perry, who was driving again.

“… This is your case.” He said, suddenly. Perry blinked his blue-gray eyes and looked at Hotch.

“… Yeah?”

“… You… stepped aside.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did.”

“Not officially, no.” Perry said, sighing. In the back seat, Rossi and Kehoe glanced at each other.

“But you did. Why?”

“This is your Agent, Hotchner.” Perry said. “If it was on of my team, I would want to take lead on it. Even if I wasn’t supposed to. I think you would do the same for me. We care about our teams.” Perry concluded. Hotch looked at him, then nodded.

“I appreciate it.”

“Enough mushy stuff. Let’s get your Agent back.”

When they arrived, they were led straight to a conference room and shown the video. They watched Shane scream at Reid… call him horrible things, insult him, accuse him of being a traitor. They watched him hit the young man, kick him, then drag him out by the hair. The watched the fuzzy image off in the darkness of the parking lot. They watched Shane hit Reid again, then restrain him with the duct tape and put him in the car. Then the vehicle left.

They interviewed witnesses. They found the owner of the car. The got the plate number from him. And then, the man gave them the best information they could have hoped for.

“… I have a GPS locator in my car.”

And within the next ten seconds, they had Garcia on the line.
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