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Unexpectedly Expecting	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 8336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Unexpectedly Expecting
Hatochiiai a.k.a. Ahmose Inarus
Disclaimer: No own. Piss off.
SLASH WARNING (what else?)

Chapter 12

"… False labor pains?" Hotch asked.
"Yeah." Reid smiled, cradling the phone on his shoulder as he lay in bed after finally being released from the hospital. "Brought on by my collapse, apparently."
"They didn't do the C-Section?" Rossi asked.
"My heart rate was erratic… I wasn't stable enough. She gave me an injection that stopped the contractions."
"I heard you've been put on leave." Morgan called to the phone in the middle of the table.
"Yeah." Reid answered. "It sucks. ALMOST as much as being put on strict bed rest."
"Haley hated that too." Hotch chuckled. "Where is she?"
"Oh, she's on a field trip with Jack's class. I promised her I would stay in bed."
"And have you?"
"Yeah. When are you guys coming home?" Reid asked.
"Tonight." Hotch told him. "I should be home by eight."
"Good." Reid said. "I miss you. And… I have news."
"Oh?" Emily asked.
"I talked to Strauss."
"Uh oh." Rossi mumbled. Reid snickered.
"I think she likes me." Reid said. "She's been acting very… maternal. Anyway… I asked her for a favor. A VERY big favor. And… she granted it."
"And that was?" Rossi asked.
"You all have the next week off."
"… SCORE!" Morgan cried, punching the air.
"How did you manage THAT, Spence?" JJ asked.
"Um… Well… Dr. Tsai ran more lab work. I'm on the way to pre-eclampsia. And honestly, he could come any time. He's ready. And… every thing has moved into position... as in, he's flipped head down into birth position. I could pop any moment." Reid said.
"And?" Emily gasped, looking excited.
"… She's scheduled me for the surgery the day after tomorrow."
"… Oh my…" Emily gasped. "OH MY GOD! Reid!" She cried in excitement.
"And I want all of you to be there with me."
"Way to go, kid!" Morgan cheered over the squeals of JJ and Emily.

Down in his car, the man listened in on Reid's part of the conversation, thanks to the bug on the teddy bear that was sitting on the coffee table.
"Well, she says we may as well do it now. With the false alarm, she says that the next time I get too stressed out, I'll probably go into full labor and they might not be able to stop it this time, so… yeah. I'm really scared. Is that normal, JJ? Yeah? Really? Well… if you says so… Bite me, Rossi!" The man snorted as the boy laughed. "Yeah yeah yeah… I know, I know. Really? Oh. Okay then, I'll let you guys go. I'm gonna grab a nap. Yeah. See you in a few hours… yeah? Hm. I love you, too." And then the tap went quiet. He heard the boy sigh. The man smirked.
He waited. He waited until it got dark. He waited until he heard the boy stir when the phone rang.
"Hello? Oh, hi. Fine. Just woke up from a nap. I'm gonna make some coffee and take a shower. Aaron should be home in less than an hour. Mm hmm. Yeah. Thanks, Haley. See you tomorrow." Then he heard the boy moving closer to the bug. The coffee grinder… then, moving across the apartment again… A door closed. The bathroom door.
The time was now.
He backed his car up to the stairs that led to Reid's front door, and popped the trunk. Then he grabbed a roll of duct tape and his knife and gun, and walked up the stairs, smirking. Within moments, he had picked the lock and slipped inside. He smirked. The boy had been so tired when he got home. Garcia had brought him. When she had slipped out, no one had set the alarm. The man slipped into the front closet and waited…
Reid sighed and walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas, tossing his towel aside. He crossed his apartment, heading into the kitchen and making himself a cup of coffee. When he had it fixed to perfection, he took a long drink.
"Mmmmm…" He sighed, then walked over to the 100 gallon fish tank in the middle of the loft, acting as a barrier between the living room area and bedroom area. He flipped open the lid, and began to sprinkle food for his fish, not noticing the dark clad man sneaking up behind him. He watched his barbs and gouramis swarm for the food… the population of ghost fish running up through the water to catch the bits that the fish let filter through their ravenous ranks.
Suddenly, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and his arms broke out into goosebumps. He reached up and hit the button on the fish tank, turning off the lights inside. And then he froze, eyes widening. His pale reflection showed in the darkened glass… as did the figure behind him. A tall man in black… a black hoodie… the hood was drawn up. There was a black mask. A distinctive black mask. A familiar black mask.
Reid wanted to cry out, but a gloved hand found his mouth before his voice did. He was pulled back into the man's chest and held there tightly, the mug of coffee shattering on the floor, and the fish food went everywhere. Reid clawed at his hand, struggling, but he fell still when the flash of a blade caught his eye. He whimpered.
"Shhhh…" Came the frighteningly familiar voice. "I'm not going to kill you… at least… not yet." Reid sobbed into the hand when the man ran the tip of his knife over the boy's belly. He shook his head desperately. "Shhhh…" The knife traveled up his chest, and to his throat.
Reid froze when he felt the tip of the blade biting into the soft skin of his neck. He whimpered when he felt the blood dripping down his chest. Then, fingers dipped into his blood and reached out, beginning to paint on the glass of the fish tank. Reid watched with wide eyes, knowing what the man was painting before he had even started. He eventually closed his eyes, tears running down his cheeks.
When the man finished, he spun Reid around and shoved him back onto the sofa. Reid opened his mouth, but the scream stopped before it even started. There was a gun pressed into his belly.
"… Go ahead. Scream." The man sneered behind the mask. Reid closed his mouth and whimpered. "There you go… Now… hold still."
Reid nodded. He tried to fight back the frightened shaking that his body was threatening to go into as the man duct taped his ankles together. Then he slithered up Reid's body and covered his mouth with a strip of tape. A rough hand on Reid's shoulder jerked him upright and his arms were jerked behind his back, bound there with more tape. Then the man grabbed a napkin from the kitchen and folded it up, pressing it to cut on Reid's neck. He taped it there, then removed his mask.
"Hello, Agent Reid. We've… never had the pleasure." Reid stared at him, fighting back tremors. The man chuckled. "But look at you! Looks like you've had the uh… PLEASURE… with Agent Hotchner." Reid shuddered at the disgusting way the man was speaking to him. "Who, I think, will be home within a few minutes." Reid's eyes widened when the man stood, holding his gun.
"NNNH!" Reid cried out into the tape, and began to struggle. The man smirked, chuckling at the terrified look on the boy's face.
"I'm not going to shoot him. That's too… crude. And too fast. I want to make him suffer." And he shoved the gun into his pocket. "Let's go."
And he heaved Reid into his arms, carried him down the stairs and dumped him into the trunk of the car. Reid winced when the lid slammed shut, and the motor started. Then they were pulling away, the radio blasting. Reid just closed his eyes and curled up, concentrating on feeling his baby's gentle movements within him…

Hotch parked his car and got out. He carried a small collection of books in the crook of his arm; Gifts for his bed-confined mate. He couldn't help but be excited. He was going to be a daddy! Not that he wasn't already… he smiled as he thought of Jack. He had talked to his son not long after Haley agreed to adopt his son by Spencer.

"Hi daddy." Said the shy little boy, beaming up at his dad as he walked into his office. Hotch knelt and the boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck. Hotch smiled and picked him up, glancing at Haley out in the Bull Pen, talking to Emily, Morgan and Reid.
"Hey buddy." He accepted the little kiss on his cheek. "How was school?"
"Okay."
"Good. Listen… I wanna talk to you about something."
"Okay." The little boy said.
"So… I hear that your mom told you that you were going to be getting a new little brother."
"Yeah."
"What do you think?"
"I think it's COOL!" The boy gasped, eyes bright. Hotch smiled. "Hayden has a big brother. He comes to the park with us."
"Really?" Hotch asked.
"He's really cool."
"Is he?"
"Yeah. I wanna be like him."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I wanna be a cool big brother." Jack announced. Hotch glanced up at movement, and smiled at Haley, standing in the doorway.
"There won't be ANY big brother more cool than you, buddy." Hotch said.
"When is he coming?"
"Soon." Hotch responded.
"What's his name?"
"Oh. Well… we won't know until he's here." Hotch said.
"… where DO babies come from?" Jack asked. Hotch and Haley froze, eyes wide.
There it was. The moment that all parents dreaded. One of The Big Questions.
"Uh…" Hotch said. "Come on…" And he carried Jack out into the Bull Pen and sat the boy down on Emily's desk. "Ask Dr. Reid."
"Ask me what?" Reid asked, looking up at his lover and the man's son.
"Weed…" Jack said, and Reid twitched as Morgan and Emily snickered. "Where do babies come from?"
Reid froze, eyes wide. He stared at Hotch, who was trying not to laugh. Then his stare turned into a GLARE.
"Oh Man… He's SO gonna get you for this." Morgan chuckled. Reid snorted, then gave Hotch a sinister smirk before turning to Jack.
"Well." He said. "When a man and woman love each other VERY VERY much, sometimes they decide that they really want to have a baby." Reid began, and Jack hung off of his every word. Morgan did too. He couldn't WAIT to hear Reid explain this to a little kid like Jack.
"So they go to the cabbage patch and they pick a cabbage!" Morgan and Emily's jaws DROPPED. "Once they've picked one, they go home and they wait for the baby to ripen. The storks check the babies daily, and when they determine that a baby is ripe, the stork harvests it, and delivers the baby to the people who picked it!"
"… Can I see the stork?" Jack gasped, excited.
"Talk to your dad." Reid said, giving Hotch a smug look. The man just stared, flabbergasted.
"REID!"

Hotch chuckled to himself as he remembered this. Ah well… he HAD asked for it, trying to weasel out of answering his son by putting Reid on the spot…
He reached the top of the stairs, and stopped in his tracks. The door was wide open. Hotch immediately pulled his side arm and slowly moved into the place.
"… Spencer?" He called, creeping in. He could smell coffee. He moved into the loft and peered into the kitchen. The pot was full. The sugar was out. A spoon was on the counter. "Spencer?" He called again, and moved through the living room. He frowned… there was a roll of duct tape on the table. Either Reid had to fix something ghetto style, or…
Then he froze. Behind the sofa was a shattered mug of coffee.
"… SPENCER?" He ran to the bathroom. Nothing. He checked the closet. Nothing. He ran up the spiral staircase that led to the rooftop patio. Nothing. He pulled out his cell phone and stumbled back down stairs. Within fifteen minutes, the apartment was crawling with cops, and his team had arrived.
"Alright. Fill us in." Rossi said, sitting down on the sofa next to Hotch.
Hotch shook his head, staring off into space. "The front door was wide open. There's fresh coffee in the pot. I saw the duct tape on the table. Then I saw the broken cup. The coffee was… lukewarm. The mug was still warm. He was here. He was here and when I got here, he was gone. I called Haley, too. She talked to him. MAYBE thirty minutes before I arrived." The man was cold and emotionless to the cops. Only his team could see it… he was fighting to stay Agent Hotchner and not fall into Aaron, the distraught lover.
"Your relationship to Dr. Reid?" Asked the cop.
"I'm his superior. He's dealing with a medical condition right now. I came over to make sure he was doing okay." Hotch said. "He's supposed to be monitored until… he's supposed to have surgery in two days."
"Hey!" A CSI called. "There's something on the fish tank!" Everyone turned and walked over. The CSI reached up and turned on the light. The tank was lit up. The fish appeared, swimming around as calm as ever. They didn't notice the strange people in the apartment… that was outside of their small, 100 gallon world. They didn't notice the symbol painted on the side of their tank, gleaming a brilliant ruby red on the glass, illuminated from behind.
But for Hotch, the world fell away. And it was just him, staring. His heart froze in his chest. His face paled. He could feel his palms beginning to sweat, and his blood ran cold. He was barely able to stop his hands from shaking.
"… No." He heard someone gasp. He thought it was Morgan. "Oh no."
"Detective." He heard Rossi say. "You and your men can leave. This case is now Federal."
"… I've seen that before." The detective blurted. "That's… that's the…"
"The Eye of Providence." Rossi offered, grimly. "The calling card of George Foyet. The Boston Reaper. This was not a random abduction. This is an attack on this team."
"… Take a swab." Hotch gasped, his throat dry. "I want DNA analysis on that blood. And I want the results yesterday."
"… I'm calling Strauss." Rossi said, and walked away.
Hotch didn't respond. He couldn't. His mind spun with images, each more horrible than the last… Foyet was back. And he had Spencer. His Spencer… his lover… his PREGNANT lover… Hotch knew then and there that he should NOT work the case… but how could he do anything else?

Reid opened his eyes when the car stopped and the motor shut off. He had to relieve himself. Badly. Silence reigned. Then the trunk opened and he stared up at Foyet as a flurry of snow blew past.
"We're here." The man said, then heaved Reid up into his arms. Reid turned to see where they were, and his eyes widened.
This bastard…
How did he know?
HOW DARE HE?
Reid felt his fear over taken by fury as he stared at Gideon's cabin, the front lock broken. He thrashed, then turned and fixed a GLARE on Foyet, and the man looked amused when the boy snarled.
"Awww… and here I thought you would appreciate my selection of locales." He snorted.
Reid growled in response, all semblance of fear fading behind the blazing indignant anger.
He was carried into the cabin and dumped on the floor while Foyet lit a fire in the fireplace. Then he moved through the other rooms, and Reid knew he was lighting fires in the two bedrooms. The he returned and carried Reid into one of them. There was a simple metal bed frame with a mattress and a box spring. Foyet took him to the bathroom and locked him in after removing the duct tape, telling him to do what he needed to do. Reid gratefully used the toilet, and began to think of a way to escape, or get in touch with the team… But Foyet didn't give him the time. When he returned, he dragged Reid out into the bedroom and over to the bed.
"Lie down."
"… Why?" Reid asked.
"Because you're supposed to be on strict bed rest."
"… How do you know that?" Reid gasped, eyes wide.
"And I know your team is taking a week off because you were going to have your surgery." Reid stared at Foyet. There was only one way he could know that… he had been eavesdropping. Perhaps bugged his apartment. But how?
Reid gasped when he was shoved down onto the bed. Foyet produced a set of what looked like handcuffs with chains three feet long. He chained Reid's left ankle to the foot of the bed. This gave him enough room to move around on the bed. Then he went into the other bedroom and Reid heard the shower start.
His first instinct was to try and escape. He could pick the lock!
But with what? Reid looked around. Other than his bed, the room was empty. Then, he drooped. He was tired. So tired… He rubbed his stomach as the baby moved around. Staring off into space, he lost track of time. The next thing he knew, Foyet was staring at him.
"It's late. You need to sleep." The man said. Reid eyed him, then slowly moved to lie down, resting his cheek onto the pillow. He tensed as the man covered him with the blankets. But he didn't do anything else. He turned and walked out of the room, and on his way out, turned out the light.
For the first time, Reid's baby settled down and didn't move. Reid didn't think he would be able to sleep. But sound and warmth of the crackling fire in the fireplace, within ten minutes he was well on his way to Dreamland…
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