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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 12

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Reid eventually passed out in the back of the Sequoia. When he awoke, he didn’t know how long he had been out, but it was completely dark outside. He was surprised. Shane had been driving for almost 24 hours now… the man had to be exhausted. He turned his head and looked towards the driver’s seat. A moment later, Shane glanced back.

“Awake, are you?” He snorted, glaring. “And I know hat you’re thinking. I need to sleep. Well, I have. While you were out. I pulled over and slept at about 10 pm last night. It’s now almost 6 am. So I’m fine.” Reid sighed in relief, not necessarily because Shane had slept, but because they hadn’t gone far. “And before you ask, I’m not telling you where we’re going.” Reid blinked. Yeah. Like he could have asked anyway. He lay his head down and sighed. With the duct tape around his wrists and ankles, there was nothing he could really do. But then, he suddenly became aware of the pressure growing. Damn. He had to go to the bathroom. He squirmed, and whined into the tape over his mouth. Shane glanced back and Reid shot him a pathetic look. Shane eyed the squirming young man, then rolled his eyes.

“Let me guess, Spencer. You have to take a leak.” He groaned as Reid nodded. A moment later, he was pulling over. He went to the back of the car and pulled a knife, slicing through the duct tape on Reid’s wrists and ankles, then jerked him out and set him on his feet. Reid looked around. They were… well… out in the middle of nowhere for all he knew… He winced as he felt the knife pressing into his side and allowed Shane to steer him into the trees.

“Hurry up.” Shane ordered, and Reid hurried to obey. It was hard to urinate with a harsh hand gripping your arm and a knife pressed into your side, but he managed. As soon as he had put himself together again, he was dragged back to the car and duct tape was reapplied. He ended up sitting in the back of the car with his legs hanging out. Shane was staring at him.

“… Why did you do it?” The man asked, suddenly. He looked offended. Hurt, even. Reid frowned slightly. After a moment, Shane reached up and carefully peeled the tape off of Reid’s mouth. Then he looked at him, expectantly. Reid eyed him, then sighed.

“Shane.” He said, softly. “Listen.” Despite the unpleasant jolt in his stomach when he touched the man, he took his hands. “The fact is… we can’t be together. You… you destroyed any chance you ever had of my caring for you like that when you abducted my team.” Shane blinked, then scowled and pulled his hands away. “If you had just done it… well… NORMALLY.”

Reid continued. “You know. Starting by introducing yourself, having a conversation… Then asking me out from there… we might have had a chance. But you hurt me. You hurt my team. You kidnapped them, you abducted me, you held us all against our will, used us against each other… and you abused me. You hit me. You… raped me.” Reid shuddered at the words and swallowed the bile that threatened to come up. “When you did those things, you lost your chance.”

“YOU won’t give me a chance!”

“You kidnapped me and RAPED me!” Reid cried. “Why should I GIVE you one?! Of course I left messages! I want to go home! I want to go back to my job, back to my team…”

“… Back to HIM?!”

“… Yes. Back to Aaron.” Reid admitted. A moment later, he was struck harshly across the face again.

“It’s all about him…” Shane hissed, eyes blazing. “It’s always been about him. Why did you leave him then!? Come with me?!”

“To protect him!” Reid snapped. “You tried to hurt him! I left with you so you wouldn’t hurt him!”

“… You’re a WHORE!!!” The man snapped, and Reid winced, but stood up for himself.

“No. I’m not.”

“You slept with him, didn’t you?!”

“Of course I did!” Reid cried. “I love him!”

“But you slept with me!”

“Not willingly!” Reid snapped, losing his temper. “I did it to keep you from hurting them. But I hated every moment of it. And I’ll have nightmares about it for the rest of my life.” And Shane lost his temper. Reid yelped as he was struck across the face again. He fell back and felt harsh hands on his hips, flipping him over. Shane climbed into the back of the car, closed the back hatch and straddled Reid’s thighs, wrestling his pants down. Reid cried out, thrashing. A moment later, there was tape over his mouth again. Reid closed his eyes, not allowing the tears to fall.

Thunder rolled over the car and rain began to fall. Reid decided that the rain was the world crying for him. And if the world cried for him, he wouldn’t have to cry for himself. He swallowed the lump in his throat and his eyes stopped prickling with the desire to let the tears fall. He closed his eyes and groaned in pain and helpless distress as his body was stretched to accommodate the unwelcome invader. But Shane didn’t give Reid’s body the time to adjust. He took him had and fast and Reid cried out, digging his nails into the back of the folded down seat. Shane was intentionally being rough this time; he wanted to hurt Reid.

The youth closed his eyes, body shaking in both pain, and the cold temperature. The air grew thick and damp with the falling rain. Reid turned his focus away from what was happening between his legs and listened to the rain in the trees around them… the birds… the sun was beginning to rise. He allowed the peaceful noises to soothe his tortured soul. And he didn’t even realize that Shane had finished until the man pulled away. He pulled Reid’s pants up to cover his intimate areas, then climbed into the driver’s seat, started the car and started driving again.

Reid sighed, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth against the dull, throbbing pain. He blinked when the radio was turned on. The speakers made the vehicle vibrate. These vibrations were almost comforting. Reid allowed his eyes to fall closed again, and he drifted to sleep, Pink Floyd’s ‘Wish You Were Here’ filling his ears, and the image of Hotchner’s eyes filling his mind.

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“He’s heading north again.” Garcia told the team. “His grandparents had a farm in Illinois. They passed away, but the property is still empty. And he’s heading in that general direction.” Garcia said. “I’m gonna guess that he’s taking Reid there.”

“Okay. Garcia, what route would he have taken.” Hotch asked.

“I’m sending the most likely route to your PDA right now. And there.” The phones of everyone on the team all beeped as they received the message.

“thanks, baby girl!” Morgan called.

“You’re welcome sugar, now go bring our baby home!” Garcia said firmly, the worried anxiety more than obvious in her tone.

Everyone piled into the cars again and off they went, lights and sirens clearing their path. “Garcia said he’s travelling at about sixty five.” Rossi said. “So let’s go at least eighty. Let’s catch this son of a bitch.”

“Eighty my ass.” Perry snorted, and pressed his foot to the floor. And soon they were flying at 115. From the diver’s seat of the car behind the one Hotch, Perry and Rossi were in, Morgan grinned.

“Now THAT’S more like it.” And he pressed his foot down, tailing Perry.

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Reid drifted in and out for a long time. It was mid afternoon before he woke fully. The car was slowing down… Slowly, he lifted his head, looking up at Shane. The man glanced back.

“Perfect timing.” The man said, stopping the vehicle and putting it into park. He went around to the back, removing the tape from Reid’s wrists and ankles. They were at a crappy old rest stop. But there were bathrooms. Reid was grateful. He had to go. He shuffled in and did his business, then walked around the rest stop with Shane, grateful for the chance to stretch his legs. Then he was led back to the car. His wrists and ankles were taped again, and he was laid out in the back of the car once more. Reid winced at the bloodstain on the carpet, and scooted away from it. And then they were back on the road again. Reid lifted his head and glanced at the clock. It was almost 4 pm. Reid sighed. He wondered where they were…

About twenty minutes later, his stomach growled. Shane blinked and looked back at him. Then he sighed. “We’ll get food soon.” He said, and pulled over. He ripped off the duct tape from Reid’s mouth and ankles, and this time put Reid in the front seat. Soon, they were pulling into the drive through at a McDonald’s. And a few minutes after that, Reid was happily cramming fries into his mouth and slurping a strawberry shake. Shane looked mildly amused.

Reid didn’t even look at the man, though. He looked out the window, watching the countryside go by. They seemed to be heading north, though. The rain was gone. Now it was snowing lightly. Reid sighed, reaching out and turning up the heat. Shane rolled his eyes, but let him play with the heater and the radio. Soon enough, it was tuned into a classical music station, playing orchestral Christmas music. Reid sighed, drawing his knees up to his chest and curling up, closing his eyes.

And Shane could help but smile, eyeing Reid up and down. He watched Reid possessively, and felt his loins stirring… the heat of arousal between his legs. His eyes moved up Reid’s long legs… his arms… thin torso, long neck. Up his smooth jaw and over the slightly parted lips. The brown hair had fallen into his face, obscuring his closed eyes. And dammit… Shane wanted to pull over, throw the kid down in the back and take him again.

So he’d had a few setbacks… He would still make the young man his. One day, Reid would admit it. And then everything would be alright. About half an hour later, Reid sighed and unfolded his legs, stretching them out before him, twisting his body and arching his back. Shane didn’t even notice Reid’s spine cracking pleasantly… he just watched the body move… almost writhe. Reid yawned and squirmed a bit.

“You uh… you can put your seat back.” Shane mumbled. “Lie down…?” Reid blinked at him, then nodded and did just that, stretching out. And he fell asleep again. For the next hour and a half, they drove. The car was warm… almost stifling. The music was soft and comforting. But Shane only noticed the lithe body stretched out beside him. Eventually, he couldn’t take it any more. He removed his right hand from the steering wheel and reached out, laying it on Reid’s knee. Reid blinked his eyes open. He stared at Shane, and tensed at the look in the man’s eye.

“Shhhh…” Shane hissed, and slid his hand up Reid’s thigh, brushing over his crotch. Reid sucked in a breath.

“Don’t.” He murmured.

“Shhhh…” Was Shane’s reply, and then he pulled on the drawstring of the scrub pants that Reid was still wearing. The bow came undone and Reid could feel the waistband loosening. Then fingers were pushing up his shirt and rubbing over his lower abdomen. Reid shivered, trying to push Shane’s hand away, but in a flash, Shane had grabbed his wrists, still taped together, and shoved them up over his head, hooking them under the headrest, then jerking Reid further down the seat so that he couldn’t lift his arms back over.

“NO!” Reid cried, thrashing. Snarling, Shane used his teeth to rip off another piece of duct tape and put it over Reid’s mouth again, the car swerving as he did so. Reid shot Shane a pathetic look, then closed his eyes and whimpered when fingers slid under the waist band of the pants. Shane firmly took hold of the agent’s manhood, fondling him shamelessly.

Reid squirmed, whining as his body defied him and responded. Shane smirked, feeling the warm flesh in his hand begin to stiffen. He let go and pushed down the fabric of the pants, freeing Reid’s awakening arousal and began to take up slow, leisurely strokes, his other hand tightening on the steering wheel. He glanced down from the road and began to pant at the sight of the boy laid out beside him, writhing and groaning, face flushed and sweaty.

Reid winced, turning his face away and hiding it in his arm. A moan escaped his chest and he couldn’t help but to lift his hips into the touches. Shane groaned in response. God, how he wished he could pull the boy into his lap and make that thin body ride his own erection. He would be patient… that would come later.

He turned and looked down when Reid arched his back and let out a keening wail as the orgasm overwhelmed his body. Shane moaned, lifting his trembling hand to his lips and licking it clean of the pearly fluids. He glanced down at Reid after a moment, taking in the sight of his trembling body and spent member. After a moment, he helped Reid scoot up higher on the seat and allowed him to move his arms back down. Reid quickly tucked himself back into his pants and turned away from Shane, curling up on his side in the seat that was still reclining. He stared out the window, his breath fogging the glass, and tears slipped down his face.

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“… That’s it.” Perry yawned, pulling over at the gas station. “This time, you drive.” He said, handing the keys to Hotch. “I’m taking a nap.”

Hotch nodded. The group gathered and gassed up the three SUV’s, then crowded around Morgan, who called Garcia for an update. “From what I can tell, he’s still heading for Illinois. They made a couple of stops… gas. Rest stops. Fast food.”

“Security tapes?”

“One. From a gas station.” Garcia said. “I didn’t see Reid, but I’m putting it through some filters. Let me check it.” They heard keys tapping away. “Wait… I… Oh my God…”

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asked, his heart clenching.

“I see Reid. He… He’s lying in the back of the car. Just like on the video from the restaurant. Duct tape on his wrists and ankles and on his mouth. He’s not moving. I think he’s passed out or asleep or something.”

“Is he alright?”

“Seems to be.” Garcia said. “Oh! I was just sent security footage from the drive through line at McDonald’s! There he is! He’s sitting up in the front seat. He’s just… staring down. Some bruising on his face, but… he seems okay other than that… when the car pulls away he eats some fries… his hands are still taped together.”

“How far away.”

“Let me check your GPS to his… I haven’t done that in a while…” Garcia said. “Oh… Oh! You’re so close!”

“what?! How far?!” Rossi demanded.

“… Just under fifty miles.”

“… Let’s move!” Perry demanded, and the huddle broke.

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Slowly, Reid turned his head and looked at Shane.

“… Where are we going?” He asked.

“… We’re heading north.”

“… I know. Where are we going?” Reid asked.

“… We’re going to cross the border.”

“Into Canada?!”

“Yes.” Shane said. Reid stared at him in horror. If they left the country, the guy might very well get away. And he would be stuck with him.

“No.”

“What?”

“I… I don’t want to…” Reid gasped. Shane eyed him.

“You don’t have a choice.”

“I want to go HOME!” Reid cried, shaking his head.

“… We ARE going home. When we find a place, we’ll MAKE it our home.”

“Home is NOT with you!” Reid spat, the anger finally rising to a peak. He couldn’t do this anymore… the unwanted touches… the forced intimacy... God, he wanted to go home. And finally, something in him snapped. “Home is back at Quantico. MY home is in the BAU. With my team. With HIM! And goddammit, I will NOT let you take me away from that!” And he lunged.

Shane yelped as Reid grabbed the wheel and jerked. The car jerked off to the side, engine roaring. Shane shouted at the top of his lungs and slammed down on the breaks. The car spun out through the snow and off of the road. The snow swirled around them as the wheels kicked it up into the air. The pair still fought over the wheel of the car, but it was too late. With a deafening crash, the front of the vehicle slammed into a tree. Then, all was still…

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“Garcia.” Morgan said to the phone in his hand. The group had reached a fork in the highway. So the three cars were all on speaker phone conference with each other and Gacia. “Which way, Baby girl?”

“Okay… left.” Garcia said.

“How’s our progress?” Hotch asked.

“… Well… about that. I have good news and bad news.” Garcia said. “The good news is, you’re gaining. Only about eight miles.”

“And the bad news?”

“The reason you’re so close is because they haven’t moved in the past twenty minutes. They’ve stopped on the side of the road.”

“Could they be getting food?” Emily asked.

“… There’s nothing there.”

“… The car has OnStar.” Rossi called. “Check with them.”

“On it.” Garcia said. “… Oh God… the OnStar system reported a frontal impact! An ambulance has been dispatched!”

“… MOVE!” Hotch shouted.
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