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Cachorro	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 11087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 13

Mist began to rise from the jungle floor as the prepared to rise. The birds were making a racket, competing with the monkeys to see who could make the most noise. Thunder rolled over the rainforest, and a gentle rain began to fall.

The grounds of the Zapata Estate was silent and still… save for the men in fatigues carrying automatic weapons stealing up the front drive and towards the house. And amongst them were four American FBI Agents, Aaron Hotchner in the lead. His eyes were on fire… It was time to end this and bring his lover home…

Everyone froze, then dove for cover when a door opened. Sirena slipped outside, bearing a vase and some clippers in her hands. She glided across the lawn to the nearest rose bushes in the garden and began to inspect them. As she passed a particularly thick bush, Morgan slipped around it and covered her mouth. She gasped and dropped the vase, which landed softly in the grass.

“Shhh…” Said one of the local law enforcement agents, and then he spoke to her in Portuguese as he and another Agent quickly spirited her away through the pre-dawn darkness.

Morgan, Rossi and Prentiss stuck close to their Unit Chief.

“On your count, Agent Hotchner.” Called the commander of the Brazilian Squad.

Hotch took a deep breath, then nodded. “Go.”

And as planned, they all began to slip into the house, quietly. While the others began to clear rooms, Hotch slipped away and headed up the stairs. To the right was a pair of ornate double doors. Eyes blazing and heart pounding, he headed straight for them. Silently, he opened them and slipped in.

A large canopy bed dominated the room, with two figures in it… and they weren’t sleeping. Hotch recognized his lover’s voice, raised in pleasure.

“Ahhh… anh…” The boy was gasping, and as Hotch’s eyes adjusted he could see the youth writhing on the bed, head thrown back in passion, Coronado’s hips between his legs. Reid let out a strained whine, then arched off of the bed as he climaxed.

Hotch didn’t know what he was feeling… angry? Jealous? Betrayed? He mentally shook his head. He had to focus… He crept closer as Coronado released with a low growl. He slowly relaxed, stretching out. Hotch didn’t notice the man’s hands sliding under the pillows. He reached the edge of the bed and stared down at his lover, he boy’s cheek resting on the pillows, his eyes closed as he came down from his sexual high. And his body was hidden from view by the bronzed skin of the man who had just slaked his lust within that lithe form… And Hotch couldn’t stand it.

“… Get off of him you son of a bitch.”

Reid’s eyes flew open, wide and startled. They landed on Hotch, and got impossibly wider, displaying his shock and confusion… and then, hope.

Coronado’s body tensed, and the man slowly turned his head, smirking.

“Welcome to my home, Agent Hotchner…” He chuckled. “Or should I say… welcome back?” And then man moved. His hand shot out, grabbing Hotch’s wrist and twisting. The Unit Chief grunted, startled, and his gun fell from his hands. Then Coronado spun, and there was a flash of steel as his hand came out from under the pillows, gripping a large hunting knife. Hotch gasped as it sliced across his abdomen, but he managed to leap back to avoid more damage. Coronado seized another knife from a display on his wall and lunged after Hotch, grinning. “Did you enjoy the show?!” The man taunted.

Reid pulled up his pants, which had been around his knees, and watched in horror, mind whirling in fear and confusion. There was a clatter and one of the knives fell to the floor.

Coronado let out an angry growl and threw himself forwards. Hotch stumbled back, but Coronado managed to seize the lapel of his coat and slam him into the wall, and as Hotch made impact with the wall, he felt a terrible pain in his gut. He found himself staring over Coronado’s shoulder at his agent, who was still kneeling on the bed. The boy looked so scared… and as Hotch grimaced in pain, his lover’s eyes swam with tears.

“… Aaron?” Came the voice, soft and pleading. Coronado gave a low grunt and stepped back, releasing Hotch’s coat and pulling the knife back. Reid stared at the wet blood glistening on the blade, and watched as Hotch slowly slid to the floor, a dark stain blossoming on his white dress shirt. Coronado stood over him, naked and proud in his victory, like a dark god surveying a blood sacrifice in his honor.

Within Reid, chaos and confusion reigned… Then, he reached out and picked up the gun, lifting it. “No…” He gasped, and Coronado looked back at him, eyes widening at the sight of the gun.

“Cachorro… put that down.”

“No… No! Drop the knife! NOW!!!” Reid cried, trembling in his fear. Coronado could see the gun shaking.

“You do not want to do this, Cachorro… this violence is not for you… not anymore…” And the man slowly began to approach the young doctor, holding his gaze. “Put it down, mi amor, everything is going to be just fine.”

“I won’t let you kill him…” Reid whimpered as Coronado reached the bed and lifted a hand.

“Shhhh… It’s alright… listen to Master, my little one… Master knows best…”

Hotch watched in silence, pressing a hand to his wound and praying for his lover to be strong. But he could only watch as Coronado laid a hand on the gun and pushed it down, guiding Reid into lowering it. And finally, Coronado was kneeling on the bed and taking the gun from Reid’s hands. Hotch watched in defeat as tears cascaded down the boy’s face, and a moment later he had melted into Coronado’s embrace and cried, the man holding him close and speaking soothing words for several minutes until Reid calmed down. Then he pressed a kiss to Reid’s head and left him, walking back over to the Unit Chief slumped against the wall. He knelt and casually twirled the knife in his fingers.

“You see? He is mine, Agent Hotchner.” Coronado sneered. “He is my Cachorro. And now he will watch you die.”

“No.”

“Shush, Cachorro. It will all be over soon.”

"NO!"

"Shush. I will get rid of him, and everything will be fine. It's going to be okay, Cachorro." Coronado said, and raised the knife.

"No... No! NO!" Reid suddenly shouted, eyes wide and wild and frantic. "NO NO NO NO! I am not Cachorro!" Both men stared at him in shock. "I AM SSA DR. SPENCER REID! I WORK FOR THE BAU! I LOVE AARON AND I AM PLAYING THE PART OF CACHORRO SO THAT I CAN GO HOME!" As soon as those words came out of his mouth, his eyes cleared and he sat back, panting and shaking, and looking completely stunned. Coronado's eyes flashed, and he slowly turned.

"… What did you say?" He hissed, his tone dangerous.

"I am not your Cachorro… I never was, I never will be..." Reid whispered. "I am Supervisory Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid. And I am HIS." And he firmly nodded to his elder lover, who was staring at him in pain, and relief. "I won't let you kill him." Reid said, his eyes suddenly hard and sharp as he stood from the bed.

“… You cannot stop me.” Coronado laughed, and turned back to Hotch. Reid’s eyes widened. He didn’t even blink. He just leapt forwards, seizing the dropped knife in his hand and slamming the blade deep into his Master’s side. Coronado let out a sharp gasp, eyes widening in shock.

“… Watch me…” Reid growled into the man’s ear, jerking the knife out before plunging it back in again. Coronado howled in pain and threw Reid back, turning and stumbling to his feet, staggering. Reid backed away warily.

“You will pay for your treachery, Cachorro…” Coronado snarled. “You will beg for death before I am finished with you!” And he lunged with his knife. Fueled by adrenaline, Reid nimbly leapt aside and took one slash with the knife. And that was all it took.

Hotch watched the crimson arch of arterial spray spurt across the room, and a moment later Coronado crashed to the ground, pressing his hands to his throat. Reid backed away towards Hotch as the dying man on the floor reached out for him, his eyes showing that he was hell-bent on taking Reid with him… Reid’s back hit the wall, and for several long seconds, he watched Coronado trying to drag himself after him, like some horrible creature from the depths of his nightmares. There was a wet gurgle as blood bubbled up from Coronado’s lips, and then slowly, he fell still and quiet.

Hotch didn’t even realize that he had been holding his breath until Reid’s panicked hyperventilating reached him. The knife fell from the boy’s hands and clattered to the floor, and a moment later Reid collapsed to his knees.

“Spencer?” Reid whipped his head around at the voice, and he stared at Hotch for a moment, then threw himself into the man’s arms, sobbing hysterically. The man held him close, chanting over and over again, “It’s over… he’s dead now… it’s over…”

Suddenly, Reid began clawing at his own chest. "Get them out of me..." He gasped. "Hotch... Hotch, get 'em off me! Get 'em off!" Hotch's eyes fell to the rings through the frantic boy's nipples and he nodded, catching Reid's hands.

"Okay okay... hold still." And he reached out, heart breaking at Reid's soft mantra of "get'm off... get'm off... get'm off..." and he removed the right one, and then the left one that bore the tag that read 'CACHORRO'. As soon as Hotch tossed them away, Reid grew quiet and slumped into the man's chest, trembling violently. And Hotch just held him tightly, tears of relief in his eyes.

There was a commotion on the stairs… Preciosa was screaming, and Jaguar and Aguilo were standing side by side, fighting back the law enforcement officers who were trying to climb the stairs. But Reid didn’t hear any of it… He only came back to himself when the door creaked open and Paloma slipped in.

“Master! We must—“ She stopped when she saw the gun sitting on the empty bed, and a bloody knife on the floor. Tense, she whirled at Reid’s sniffles. Her eyes fell on Coronado. She stood there in shock for several long seconds, then let out a bloodcurdling scream. Hotch watched as the girl threw herself onto Coronado’s body, screaming and crying hysterically.

The door slammed open and men poured in, heading straight for Paloma, dragging her off of the cooling corpse.

“NO!!!” She screamed, tears flooding down her cheeks. “MASTER!!! NO!!!” Her eyes followed the blood trail, and finally came to rest on Reid. He was splattered with the arterial spray and was holding his trembling hand out in front of him, covered in blood. The second bloody knife lay on the floor only two feet away. Paloma’s eyes widened and her grief stricken face contorted in pure rage and hate.

“YOU!!!” She screamed, and lunged at Reid, baring her teeth and well manicured nails.

“Whoa!” Morgan yelped, catching the girl around the waist.

“I’LL KILL YOU!!!” She screamed, and Reid’s eyes flew up and met with Paloma’s, wide in fear as she tried to reach him. “I’LL KILL YOU!!! I WARNED YOU!!! I TOLD YOU IF YOU HURT HIM I WOULD KILL YOU!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! YOU KILLED HIM!!! YOU KILLED HIM!!!”

“Get her out of here!” Rossi ordered, his authoritative voice filling the room. Morgan passed Paloma off to the Brazilian authorities and she was dragged from the room, still screaming.

“Kid…” Morgan gasped, dropping to his knees beside Hotch and Reid. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” Hotch gasped, wincing.

“Hotch?” Prentiss asked.

“… He stabbed me…” Hotch winced. “My stomach.”

“HEY!!!” Morgan shouted out the door. “WE NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION UP HERE!!!” Rossi had dropped to his knees and was trying to move Reid aside to see Hotch’s wound. Wincing, Hotch managed to maneuver the trembling body out of the way, then hissed as Rossi pressed on his wound.

“You’re sure Reid isn’t hurt?”

“Yes…” Hotch said with a nod, beginning to feel faint as his own adrenaline rush wore off. But he still held tight to his young lover, running a hand up and down the boy’s back, whispering soothing words into his ear. A moment later, several men hurried into the room bearing a medical bag and a stretcher.

But when they tried to pull Reid away to treat the Unit Chief, the boy started screaming and fighting, clinging tightly to the man.

“Stop!” Hotch cried, and held Reid close. “It’s okay… It’s okay… I won’t leave you… I’m right here… I’m not letting go… you’re okay…”

“Hotch, we need to get you to—“

“I’ll walk.” Hotch said, then slowly began to struggle to get to his feet. The team watched as Reid managed to find the presence of mind to duck his head under Hotch’s arm and let the man lean on him. Rossi got on Hotch’s other side, doing the same, and they began to slowly make their way down the stairs. They left Coronado’s body where it lay. Only Prentiss and Morgan looked back as one of the Brazilians covered it with a sheet from the bed. Then they turned and walked away.

As soon as the group stepped out of the front door, there were enraged screams. Across the lawn, the Brazilians were struggling to contain Paloma, Jaguar, Aguilo and Preciosa as they screamed brutal threats at the boy they knew as Cachorro.... Sirena was just standing there, looking stunned.

Whimpering, Reid ducked his head and hid his face in Hotch’s shoulder. They reached the ambulance and Rossi and Morgan helped Hotch and Reid into it. Hotch was secured on the gurney, and Reid knelt by his right side, resting his head on the man’s chest. This allowed the medics to tend to the knife wound on the left side of Hotch’s abdomen.

When one of the medics laid a hand on Reid’s shoulder, however, the boy let out a scream and lashed out at him, eyes wild and frightened.

“Spencer, NO!” Hotch gasped, lunging forward and wrapping his arms around Reid before falling back onto the gurney, taking Reid with him. The other medic cursed as Hotch’s wound started to bleed again, but all he could do was lean back and try to avoid the flailing blood covered fists of the hysterical young man. Hotch grit his teeth holding tightly to Reid with one arm around his waist, and with another wrapped under his arm and around his chest. He managed to hook one of his legs around Reid’s kicking limbs and then just held on tight.

“Shhh… Spencer… It’s okay… Stop fighting… you’re alright. You’re gonna be fine. No one is going to hurt you. Calm down… Calm down… come on, baby… you’re safe now… calm down…” And slowly, Reid quieted down. When they got to the hospital, the doctors were a bit baffled as the gurney was rolled in. Two men were on the gurney, one curled up into the other’s chest, shaking as his wide eyes stared off into space. The boy was covered in blood, and was clinging desperately to the other man, who had a knife wound.

One doctor hurried forwards. “You are the American Agents?” She asked, a musical accent in her voice, and at Hotch’s nod, she smiled. “I’m Dr. Duarte. I attended Medical School in the States, and I’m fluent in English, so they requested for me to treat you.”

“They?” Hotch asked. She pointed. Hotch stared at Winters standing side by side with the local police chief.

“They explained the situation. This is the young man who was abducted?” She asked, reaching out.

“Don’t touch him.” Hotch said quickly, not eager for Reid to panic again. She slowly drew her hand back, staring at Reid. The boy didn’t even seem to notice his surroundings… all he did was huddle as close to the elder man as possible.

They were wheeled into a treatment room and the doctor stared at them.

“… Should I summon a psychiatric doctor?” She asked.

“Let me try…” Hotch said, and stroked the boy’s hair. “Spencer?” He called gently, and the youth blinked his eyes and peered up at the man. “Hey…” Hotch smiled at him, nearly falling head over heels into those beautiful eyes. “Baby, the doctor has to take care of me now. I’m hurt. She can’t help me if you’re this close.” Reid studied Hotch closely, as if confused by what he was saying. “Spencer?” Hotch said again, and began to pry Reid’s fingers open and release the boy’s grip on his shirt. But as he began to push Reid off of him, his subordinate’s eyes widened and he was overcome with fear, and his breathing began to pick up, and he whimpered.

A nurse reached out and laid a hand on Reid’s shoulder. And that was all it took. Thrashing and screaming, Reid toppled off of the gurney and crashed to the floor, taking the nurse with him. The doctor gasped and leapt into the fray, trying to help the nurse restrain the hysterical Agent on the floor.

Hotch quickly rolled off of the gurney and moved in. “Spencer! Spencer, stop! Stop it!” He called, but the boy’s eyes were wild and desperate. Several more people ran in, one of them another doctor wielding a syringe. Reid screamed and cried, and Hotch realized almost immediately that Reid was beyond reach; the shocks of the day, that was still in its infancy, were just too much for him to handle any longer. He dove into the thrashing pile of bodies and managed to get a hold of Reid’s arm and tug it out, pinning it down with his knee.

“Here!” He called to the doctor with the syringe. The man rushed over and plunged the needle into Reid’s arm and injected the chemical into his body. Within seconds, Reid’s struggles began to weaken, and his cries faded to gasping whimpers. Slowly, the people began to back off. Hotch moved close to Reid, laying a hand on his cheek. Reid jerked and whimpered again, but calmed down once he saw Hotch’s face.

“Hey, baby…” Hotch whispered, smiling down at his lover.

“… Aaron…” Reid breathed, and finally… FINALLY… he smiled back. “You found me…” Hotch grinned at that, fighting back tears of relief and joy. And he watched as Reid’s eyes closed and his body went limp as the sedative overtook him completely. Then he moved back as the hospital staff moved in. He blinked his eyes as his own vision began to swim in and out of focus, and then the world started to spin...

“… Agent Hotchner?” He heard Winters call, followed by Morgan saying, “Hotch… you okay man? Hotch? HOTCH!” He felt strong arms lower him to the floor, and everything went black…

Reid had been awake for a long time before he opened his eyes. He knew he had been drugged; that was the only explanation for how heavy and hazy he felt. He didn’t even want to open his eyes, despite hearing people slipping in and out of his room for several hours. Plus, he wanted to try and piece together his memories… he remembered waking up in the morning… he had been woken by his Master… He remembered the man having sex with him before the sun was even up. And then he heard that voice… that wonderfully familiar voice that had made his heart race.

‘Get off of him you son of a bitch.’

Even remembering, it made his heart flutter.

‘It’s over… he’s dead now… it’s over…’

Yes. It was over. It was finally over. Master-- ‘Coronado’ he corrected himself, was dead. He had killed his tormentor himself. Now, all he wanted was to go home, and try to scrape together his life.

When he no longer felt woozy, he opened his eyes. He was in a hospital. Blinking slowly, he looked around. The room was empty. But he heard voices outside of his room… voices that he knew. And suddenly, this empty room was more than he could bare. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, resting his bare feet on the cool linoleum floor. He walked to the door and opened it, stepping out into the corridor (after checking to make sure that the hospital gown didn’t hang open in the back).

Down the hall, he saw Prentiss, Rossi and Morgan all standing around with coffee, talking with a man… a man who had been at the party the night before. With a slave in leather pants, red t with a black mesh shirt over it, and a bondage mask. Reid frowned, and then his eyes widened. That slave was Hotch…

“Um… Agents?” Winters said, and looked pointedly down the hall. Morgan, Rossi and Prentiss turned, and stared.

“… Reid.” Prentiss said, and the boy slowly smiled. Morgan shoved his coffee into Winters’ hand and took long strides towards his young colleague. Reid’s smile widened to a grin and the pair threw their arms around one another.

“… Thank you.” Reid gasped, and a moment later, he found himself turning and hugging Prentiss tightly.

“You okay, kid?” Rossi asked, and Reid smiled at him.

“… I will be.” He said, nodding. “Where’s Aaron?”

“Come on, kid. He’s been asking about you ever since he woke up.”

“Woke up?”

“They had to give him a light anesthesia.”

“… The knife wound.” Reid murmured.

“Oh. You remember?” Rossi asked. Reid frowned, walking down the hall with them.

“I remember… seeing Aaron in the room. And I remember Master… um… Coronado…” The team glanced at one another at Reid’s correction, “I remember him attacking him with a knife. He slashed him, and they fought and… and then he stabbed him. And I picked up Aaron’s gun and I told Coronado to stop… but when he face me, I… I couldn’t do it.” Reid lowered his head. “I couldn’t pull the trigger. I couldn’t move. And I just… let him take the gun from me. But then he tried to kill Aaron anyway. And that’s when I snapped.”

“Snapped?” Prentiss asked.

“… I stabbed him. Twice. And then he tried to stab me. That’s when I slashed his throat.”

“And then?” Morgan asked.

“… And then I was on my knees. I was crying. There was… blood everywhere. And Aaron was calling my name. And then screaming. Paloma. She was screaming. And then there were people and shouting and I was walking and then… I woke up. Here.”

“… You were in shock.” Rossi said, nodding as they stopped at a door. “Go ahead kid. You and Aaron can have a few minutes before the rest of us barge in.” Reid nodded and slowly pushed the door open, and Rossi closed it behind him.

He stared across the room at the man in the hospital bed. Hotch was asleep. And Reid just smiled. He crossed the room silently, then slid onto the bed. Hotch just snored, and Reid stifled a little giggle of delight. He slipped under the blanket and snuggled up to the man, tucking his head into the man’s neck and under his chin.

When the team looked in on them a couple of minutes later, Reid was fast asleep in his favorite position. His head rested on Hotch’s chest, his leg was bent out at a near ninety degree angle and was thrown across Hotch’s legs, and his arm was curled around the elder’s waist. And even in sleep, Hotch had responded. His own arm was draped over his waist, lying flush against Reid’s arm, his hand cupping the boy’s elbow. His other arm was wrapped around Reid’s shoulder, and his head was turned so that it was as close to Reid’s head as it could be.

Smiling, Rossi shooed the others out and silently closed the door, letting the pair sleep their first peaceful sleep since the entire horrible ordeal had started a month ago…
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