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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 13

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“There!” Perry announced, lifting a hand and pointing. Hotch pulled over, the two other SUV’s following his lead. Everyone leapt out and ran desperately through the snow, following the tracks. Hotch’s heart was pounding in his chest as he slid down the hill towards the car, its hood hopelessly crumpled.

“Reid!” He shouted through the quiet evening. “REID!!!” He stumbled through a snow drift, then reached the car, moving up the passenger side. “Spencer!” He reached the window. It was shattered. He looked in. “Oh God… Reid!”

The young man was slumped forwards in his seat, wrists still wrapped in duct tape. Blood had trickled down his face and frozen to his skin… a dark red icicle hung from his nose and chin… after a moment, Hotch noticed that there was ice around Reid’s eyes, too. The boy had been crying. He leaned forward, then saw the most horrifying thing of all. Dark blood all over his abdomen…

“No…” Hotch gasped, hearing someone run up behind him.

“Reid!” Morgan shouted. Hotch reached out, pressing his fingers to Reid’s throat. There was a pulse. It was there, but faint. Reid’s lips were blue, and his skin was white.

“Harvey’s alive.” Perry called from the other window, after taking the driver’s pulse.

“Where the hell are the medics?!” Hotch demanded, wrestling the door open and removing Reid’s seatbelt. “Reid… Come on, Reid, talk to me.” Morgan turned when he heard the sirens and hurried to flag them down.

Hotch reached out, brushing Reid’s hair out of his face and checking him over for more injuries.

“… Aaron.”

“Reid!” He gasped, looking up. Reid was staring back at him through half open eyes.

“… Cold…”

“Shhh… Just hang on. We have an ambulance on the way.”

“Can… I spend Christmas with you, Aaron?” Reid mumbled weakly. Hotch blinked, then slowly smiled. He knelt on the snow by the car, holding Reid’s hands. Haley was taking Jack to spend Christmas with her family… He had intended to spend Christmas with Reid from the start.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Spencer.” Hotch said, glancing up at Rossi when the man pat him on the shoulder. Then, the paramedics were skidding down the hill with stretchers and other equipment. Hotch waved at them.

“Here! Federal Agent down!” He called, and they ran over. Hotch allowed Rossi to pull him aside. The paramedics were talking to Reid. The boy seemed coherent and answered their questions. It wasn’t long before they moved him from the car and onto the stretcher after fixing a c collar on him. Then, as the other team of medics got Shane out of the car, the first group started to struggle up the hill. The two BAU teams followed, Perry already on the phone reporting back to Strauss.

When they loaded Reid into the ambulance, one of the medics turned and looked out at the group.

“He’s asking for Hotch?” The man called. Hotch nodded, stepping forward and climbing into the ambulance, quickly reaching out to Reid. Reid blinked at him, and smiled slightly.

“Are you in pain?” Hotch asked.

“… No.” Reid said, softly. “Just cold.” Hotch smiled and nodded, then looked down as they cut Reid’s bloody shirt off. And then his smile vanished. And he felt his blood run cold and his heart almost stop. He wanted to throw up.

“… Hotch?” Reid asked. “What is it? What’s wrong?” And he began to struggle. “What’s wrong with me?!”

“Agent Reid. You need to lie still.” The paramedic ordered and the other looked at Hotch.

“Keep his focus on you.” The man hissed. “Don’t let him see.” Hotch nodded and quickly took Reid’s face in his hands.

“What do you want to do for Christmas, Spencer?” He asked, forcing a smile onto his face. Reid blinked, and smiled back.

“I don’t care… I just don’t want to spend another one alone…” Reid murmured. Hotch blinked.

“You… don’t see your mom?”

“… A little. But ultimately on Christmas Eve and Day… I’m alone.” Reid admitted, smiling slightly. “I always have been, since dad left.”

“Well… you won’t be alone those days ever again… I promise…” Hotch whispered, running his hand through Reid’s hair. He talked softly to the boy, telling him about all the things that they could do for Christmas, all the time trying not to think about Reid’s intestines hanging out of the knife wound on his abdomen…

Hotch watched in heartrending silence when Reid was taken from him when they reached the ER. He stared in silent loathing when Shane Harvey was brought in. The man was now awake. His injuries looked like they were minor, considering how bad the crash was.

“… Agent Hotchner…” The man snarled. “This isn’t over… Spencer is mine.”

“… You will NEVER touch my Agent again.” Hotch snapped, glaring, then turned and walked to the entrance to wait for his team.

“How is he?” Rossi asked as soon as they got there.

“Numb.” Hotch said, sighing. “The knife wound on his stomach…” He said, and the other look surprised. But Rossi nodded. “The impact was hard. And the wound provided a weak point. His intestines popped out.”

“Oh my God…” Emily gasped, and Morgan winced.

“The paramedic said that they should be able to repair it, though.” Hotch continued. “He doesn’t think that Reid’s injuries are life threatening, since he’s gotten care quickly. He was awake and talking the entire way here. But he couldn’t feel anything. That’s what worried me. It may just have been the cold, but I’m worried about possible spinal injury.”

“Well… we’ll just have to wait and see.” Rossi sighed.

And wait they did. When the doctor came to see the group in the waiting room, he was amused to see them all curled up on chairs and sofas. With one exception. Agent Hotchner stood staring out at the snow filled night. He turned.

“… How is he?” The man asked. The doctor looked around at the sleeping agents. Hotch walked up to him. “I’ll wake them in a moment. But I want to visit with him alone, first.”

“… Okay.” The doctor said, softly, and walked into the hall with Agent Hotchner. “In a nutshell, he’ll be fine. He’s getting a blood transfusion. The worst thing was getting the intestines back into him after making sure that they hadn’t been frozen solid. You got to him in time. I didn’t have to remove any. He’s getting antibiotics and a blood transfusion. The worst was that he was entering hypothermia. But… he should be able to walk out of here in a couple of days. We also ran a rape kit, as requested.”

“Thank you. Is he awake?”

“He will be. Soon.”

“As soon as he does, let my team know. I’m going to sit with him until then.” Hotch said.

“Alright.” The doctor said, and led Hotch to Reid’s room.

Hotch sighed and walked over to the bed, looking down at Reid. The boy was sleeping soundly, tubes running into his arms through IV catheters, replenishing his blood and administering medication. Hotch sighed and smiled. He was going to be okay. He leaned over, gently cupping Reid’s face in his hand, and kissing his forehead.

“Spencer?” He called, softly. Reid didn’t respond. Hotch sighed and slowly pulled up a chair. The next thing he knew, there was a hand on his shoulder. He jumped.

“Easy, Hotch!” Morgan chuckled. Hotch blinked.

“What time is it?”

“Coffee time!” Reid announced, and Hotch sat straight up.

“None for you, Pretty Boy!” Morgan scolded.

“Reid! You’re awake!” Hotch gasped. Reid smiled at him.

“You looked tired. I didn’t want to wake you.” The boy confessed. “I’ve been cleared to go home tomorrow if all goes well.”

“WITH supervision.” Rossi added. “You’ll stay with Hotch.”

“With HOTCH?!?” Morgan laughed.

“… What’s so funny about that?” Hotch asked. “I have the room.”

“And Hotch won’t try to make me go clubbing.” Reid snorted, and the others laughed. “… Where is Shane?” That question made the team go quiet and serious.

“… He’s a few rooms away under guard.” JJ said. “He won’t come near you again.”

“Until the trial.” Reid said, wincing. “Make a deal with him.”

“what?!” Morgan yelped.

“… I don’t want to face him. I don’t want this to go to trial. I’m not just any victim, I’m an FBI Agent. This is going to be widely publicized. The thought of it makes me ill. If I have to testify, I’ll walk down the street and have to hear people whispering around me. I won’t be ‘the FBI Boy Genius’, I’ll be ‘that FBI guy who got raped by a psycho’.” Reid said. He sighed. “I’m not sure I can deal with that…”

The team said nothing. What COULD they say?

“… I’ll see what I can do.” Hotch sighed.

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The next morning, Reid was on a plane with his team, and Perry’s team. The two teams broke out a few bottles of wine and toasted their victory, courtesy of Patroni. But when they got back to Quantico, things were hardly fun and games. Strauss ordered Hotchner and Perry into her office right off the bat. Hotch was a bit confused.

“May I ask what this is regarding?” He asked her. She looked at Hotch, then glanced at Reid, sitting at his desk watching them.

“This is about your agent disobeying a direct order from me.” She said, firmly. And she leveled a withering glare on the young man. Reid gulped. That didn’t sound good.

“Dave, what are you doing?” The woman asked.

“I’m coming with you.” Rossi said, firmly.

“I don’t approve this request, Dave.”

“It’s not a request, Erin.” Rossi said. And he followed Strauss, Hotch and Perry. Reid was amazed at how much Rossi could get away with…

Strauss let the three men into her office and closed the door, then sat down behind her own desk. Perry sat in one chair, Hotchner in the other. Rossi stood behind and between them.

“Agent Hotchner.” Strauss said, folding her hands before her. “I made it perfectly clear when Agent Reid went to meet the suspect that we were in NO way to trade one agent for another. And he did just that. He disobeyed my direct order.”

“With all due respect, ma’am,” Perry interrupted, “Dr. Reid didn’t have a choice. There was no way we would have been able to recover Agent Jareau if he hadn’t done what he did.”

“Regardless, he was supposed to HELP our situation. He didn’t.”

“He did.” Hotch argued, firmly. “It was thanks to HIM that Harvey released the rest of us.”

“He knew that he was the target, Erin.” Rossi said, folding his arms over his chest. “He knew that if he gave himself up, he would be able to get to us and possibly negotiate our release. After all, giving himself to Harvey was the result of negotiations for Agent Jareau’s release. He was simply profiling the UnSub. He did what he had to do. He had no choice but to disobey. He did the right thing.”

“Agent Hotchner. Agent Perry.” Strauss said, frowning. “Do you agree with Agent Rossi?”

“Yes.” Hotch said without hesitating. Perry nodded.

“I do.” The blonde man said. “While what Agent Reid did may have seemed reckless, it was the right move. They’re all back relatively unharmed, and we have Harvey in custody. All thanks to Dr. Reid’s efforts. I can’t imagine the result of this case being any better. Agent Reid’s actions were very selfless and brave. He should be commended. I would be honored to have him on MY team.”

Erin slowly leaned back in her chair, staring at the three men. They stared back with identical looks on their faces.

“I will… review the case and your interpretations of Agent Reid’s actions.” She said, slowly, then stood and escorted the men out. The two BAU teams watched their leaders leave the office. “… Agent Reid. A word, please.” Strauss called. Reid’s eyes widened.

“I uh… y-yes ma’am…” He stammered, slowly standing and limping his way up to the woman’s office, a hand pressed to his belly over the stitched up knife wound. As he passed him, Perry gave him an encouraging nod, and Rossi gave him a pat on the back.

“Reid.” Hotch said under his breath, gripping Reid’s shoulder. “Stand by your actions. You did the right thing.” Reid nodded, then stepped into the Section Chief’s office and she closed the door. Hotchner and Perry’s teams watched nervously as Reid slowly took a seat before the woman’s desk. She shot a look out at the BAU Agents, then closed the blinds on the window, blocking them out.

Reid took a deep breath and let it out as the woman settled into her chair.

“Agent Reid.” She said. “First, I want you to know that I am happy to see you back safely.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Reid said, softly.

“But you must understand the situation. What you did.”

“I turned myself over to Shane Harvey after you told me not to.”

“Correct.”

“… I wouldn’t change it.”

“I’m sorry?”

“… If I could go back and do it again, I wouldn’t change anything.” Reid said. “I did what I had to do to ensure Agent Jareau’s release. That was my ONLY goal. Get my team out safely, no matter what.”

“… You allowed a man to take you hostage, Agent Reid. I told you not to.”

“And I am telling you.” Reid said, shaking his head. “It was the only way. And I succeeded. I got my team out.”

“But you let Harvey go. And you went with him, sending eleven agents on a cross country wild goose chase.”

“… I got them out. I got home safe. And Shane Harvey is in custody with minor injuries. There were NO casualties. I would call that relatively successful. I did my job the best way I know how. I profiled him, I read him, and I acted appropriately and talked him into taking Agents Morgan and Prentiss home. Then, a few days later, I convinced him that we would be found soon, and it was in his best interest to leave. I told him that if he let Agents Hotchner and Rossi go, then I would go with him. He agreed. So we left, and I left a trail as best I could.”

“… Yes. That turned out well.” Strauss snorted.

“Are you blaming me for the stupidity of a person who went to the media after the FBI told them NOT to!? If that woman had done as she had been told, ma’am, this would have ended in Savannah.” Reid pointed out. Strauss raised her eyebrows and leaned back, eyeing Reid up and down. Reid leaned back as well, folding his arms across his stomach and crossing his legs. “I stand by what I did. I’m sorry if things didn’t go the way you wanted them to. But with all due respect ma’am, your expectations are not always realistic.”

“… Excuse me?” Strauss blurted, leaning forwards, eyes flashing. Reid waved a hand, vaguely.

“Ma’am. You have the theories down, but you have no practical knowledge. You have no field experience. I apologize if I seem rude, I mean no disrespect, but you really don’t understand how things really work. You can plan for scenarios all you want, but the UnSubs won’t always act the way we want them to, and the situations can change in the blink of an eye. And you have to react and adapt. And I’m sorry, but you don’t know how to do that.”

Strauss leaned back again, staring at the young agent before her. After a bit, she sighed. “Agents Morgan and Prentiss said that Harvey hurt you.” She watched Reid tense up.

“… Yes. Not all of these bruises are from the car crash.” Reid admitted.

“They also said that you were molested.”

“They said I—oh… I uh… well… Um… yes.” Reid mumbled, now staring at the surface of her desk and curling his arms tighter around his abdomen. The woman watched the agent seem to shrink in on himself.

“Agent Reid?”

The young man jerked himself out of a trance and looked back up. “I’m okay.” He said. “I accepted that it was an inevitability almost immediately. By the time it happened, I had already accepted it. I’m fine.”

Strauss leveled a stern look on him.

“… Psych eval?” Reid asked.

“… Absolutely. The doctor will clear you for work. The evaluation for the field.” Strauss said, and Reid gave a long, harassed sigh. “You are dismissed for now.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Reid said, standing and hurrying out of her office to rejoin his team.

Strauss stood and opened her blinds, watching Agent Hotchner’s team. Their Technical Analyst, Penelope Garcia, threw her arms around Reid, then grabbed his face, pulled it down and pressed her lips to his forehead. Reid was blushing when he straightened, and had bright red lipstick on his face now. But he was smiling, taking a cookie from the tin JJ had offered him, and Emily handed him a coffee. A moment later, Rossi and Hotch joined the group, smiling as Morgan teased Reid. Off to the side, Perry’s team was watching, smiling. She sighed and returned to her desk.

Out in the bullpen, Hotch placed a hand on Reid’s shoulder.

“Come on.” He said. “I’ll take you home.” Reid looked up at him and smiled, nodding.

They headed downstairs to the garage and Reid climbed into Hotch’s car. As they left, Hotch sighed.

“What did she say to you?”

“Not much. I did most of the talking.”

“Oh?”

“I told her that given the circumstances I did what I had to do, and just because it wasn’t what she wanted it doesn’t mean I was wrong. I explained to her that what she knows that she learned from classes and text books are NOT the same as practical knowledge that comes from working in the field, and I think I made the right call.” Reid said, shrugging. Hotch smirked slightly.

“I’ll be she didn’t like that.”

“She really didn’t say anything.” Reid shrugged. “She just kind of… listened. Asked a few questions.”

“Hm. Well, watch yourself. She was sounding like she might want to suspend you.”

“Knowing her she would try to find a way to suspend YOU for this whole fiasco.” Reid snorted, and Hotch chuckled.

A few minutes later, he pulled over in front of Reid’s loft apartment.

“… Aaron?”

“Yes?”

“… You… wanna come in?” Reid asked. Hotch looked at him.

“… Do you want me to stay with you?” Hotch asked.

“Yes.” Reid admitted, nodding. “Please?”

“Of course.” Hotch said, smiling. He parked and followed Reid up to the loft.
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