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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 15

ONE MONTH LATER

“Welcome to the BAU.” Hotch said, stepping off of the elevator with a young, red haired woman by his side. She was dressed in jeans and a mint green top with a black leather jacket. She was carrying a notepad and wore a Visitor’s Badge. She looked around in excitement.

“We’ll start down this way.” Hotch said, looking at Courtney; she had taken him up on his offer to let her interview him and his team, and so Winters had put her on a plane to Quantico. Courtney followed the man down the corridor. They reached a door that was open, with a blonde sitting behind the desk. Every surface of the office was COVERED in file folders.

“Courtney, this is SSA Jennifer Jareaua. She’s our Communications liason.” Hotch said. “JJ, this is—“

“The girl who was hitting on you the entire time you were with Winters?”

“That would be me.” Courtney announced, grinning, and she shook hands with JJ.

“I’ll uh… I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Hotch said, and Courtney sat down to interview JJ. Hotch headed down two floors and ended up at the door of Dr. Roger Carlson, one of the Bureau shrinks that Reid had been seeing every day for the past three weeks. Many agents jokingly called him ‘Freud’, because the man actually resembled Sigmund Freud. Hotch stood by the door and waited, hearing muffled voices from within.

“So… you mentioned that you had a run in with Paloma that Coronado saved you from?”

“Yes.” Reid admitted, not looking at Dr. Carlson.

“And that you were… happy to see Coronado.”

“Yes.”

“What was so bad that it made you happy to see him?” Dr. Carlson asked. Reid grimaced and wrapped his arms around his middle.

“… I don’t want to talk about it…” He mumbled.

“Spencer, you know that—“

“That I’ll feel better if I talk about it, I know!” Reid snapped, frustrated. “She assaulted me, okay?! Hit me over the head and abused me sexually, okay!? Happy now?!”

“… Are you?”

“… If you think I am, you’re the one that needs therapy.” Reid grumbled. Dr. Carlson sighed and shook his head; this agent and his attitude were starting grate on his nerves.

“Why don’t we uh… call it a day.”

“Great. Bye.” Reid said, standing and walking out. When the door closed, Dr. Carlson slumped back in his chair, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

Outside of his office, Hotch stood to meet Reid.

“Don’t be mean to Dr. Carlson.” The man chuckled, shaking his head.

“He knows I don’t want to talk about it, he keeps pushing.” Reid bitched.

“I know, baby. But it’s his job.”

“… I know, I know…” Reid grumbled as they stepped into the elevator. “But… I don’t want to talk about it! Not with HIM!”

“… Will you talk to me?” Hotch asked, turning to face Reid as the doors closed. Reid looked up at him, then looked away.

“… I… I guess…”

“So tell me. What did he want you to tell him?”

“… Paloma.” Reid said. “She tricked me. Lured me into the cellar and hit me over the head. She… put me in a stirrup chair and forced me to down a bottle of liquor and then… well…”

“Well?”

“You remember how you found me the first time Coronado took me?”

“… Yes…”

“She did that. But I was sick… from the alcohol. When Coronado came in… he was furious. He punished her. Bad. But… when he tried to help me, I was sick. And I… I was choking… drowning in my… my own vomit, I…” Hotch watched as Reid slowly wrapped his arms around himself and shuddered, looking ill. Hotch stepped forwards and hugged the boy close, sighing.

They stepped back when the elevator doors opened, and they walked out, Reid heading for the bullpen, Hotch heading for JJ’s office to get Courtney. He took her to Garcia’s office and left her there with the bubbly Analyst then headed to his office. When he got there, Reid was waiting, perched on a corner of the desk, ankles casually crossed, as were his arms. Hotch closed the door and looked at him.

“… You almost asphyxiated on your own vomit.” He stated calmly, though Reid could sense the underlying rage.

“Yes.” Reid said. “That was… the first time I looked to him for comfort. He took care of me. And… he made me feel safe.” Hotch nodded, standing where he was by the door.

“Anything else you want to get off of your chest that you won’t tell Dr. Carlson?” Hotch asked. Reid stared at the man, then slowly looked away. “… Spencer?”

“… He made me have sex with the others.”

“How?”

“He drugged me.” Reid whispered. “Slipped me something in my juice.” Hotch nodded. “He… asked me if I wanted to… breed with Sirena.” Reid shook his head, laughing disbelievingly. “Like I was a thoroughbred. And after I called you… after he whipped me… He chained me to a tree in the backyard like a dog. Made me drink water from a bowl and eat table scraps. And… Jaguar and Aguilo… they… they came out and jumped me… tore off my clothes and…” He jumped slightly at the hands that came to rest on his biceps. He looked up and stared Hotch in the eye, then stepped forwards and leaned into his chest, closing his eyes as he was enveloped in protective arms.

“… They raped me.” Reid whispered. “That night… A jaguar got into the yard. And it attacked me.”

“My God…” Hotch gasped, his eyes growing wide as he tightened his hold on his lover.

“Coronado saved me. After that I… I think I started breaking…” Reid closed his eyes, allowing the man to stroke his hair. “I felt more safe with him near… He comforted me when I was scared, and held me and made me feel better… But then… they played this game. They called it… Hide ‘n Sex. When the person who was It found someone, they could do whatever they wanted with them, sexually.”

“You were raped again?”

“By Jaguar. And I just sat in the corner… Coronado came out of his hiding place and… took my turn being It. The next time someone found me, it was Paloma. That’s when she lured me into the basement…”

“I see.” Hotch said softly, running a hand up and down his lover’s back and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“… I… I don’t feel good.” Reid mumbled, sniffling. “I want to lie down…” Hotch sighed.

“Let me finish up with Courtney, and I’ll take you home.” The man said, guiding Reid over to the sofa and having him lie down on it, covering his lover with the fleece throw. Then he turned out the light and left his office.

“Hotch.” He turned and looked at Rossi. “How’s he doing?”

“… As well as can be expected.” Hotch said. “At home he’s… always right next to me. You know… mot rape victims don’t want to be touched… but Reid… He’s been incredibly clingy.”

“You’re his security blanket.” Rossi said with a small smile. Hotch looked at him, then sighed.

“Yeah. I guess I am.”

“You should feel good about that. You’re right… most rape victims avoid contact. Reid insists on being near you because he trusts you. He feels safe with you.”

“Yes. But only as long as we’re both fully clothed.” Hotch said. “It’s still warm and he’s wearing sweats and socks to bed. And I’m not allowed to wear shorts, and I have to wear a shirt. It’s only been in the last week that he’s allowing me close without strictly adhering to those rules…”

“But there IS progress.” Rossi pointed out.

“… Yes. Yes, there is.” Hotch said, nodding.

“Then don’t worry, Aaron. He’s damaged, but he’s not broken. You can repair him. And you are. It will take time, but one day, you will be able to do things to him that I would prefer not to hear about. Excuse me.” And Rossi walked away. Hotch watched him go, then smiled and shook his head, walking to Garcia’s office.

Reid woke to a gentle hand on his shoulder, and fingers running through his hair.

“Spencer…” He heard his lover calling. Slowly, Reid opened his eyes. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you home.” Hotch said, smiling and gently kissing Reid’s forehead. Reid smiled and slowly stretched with a low moan. Hotch was unable to resist running a hand down his lover’s side. Reid’s breath hitched, and Hotch jerked his hand back. “I’m sorry.” He said, quickly. Reid shook his head.

“No… It’s okay. That… made me shiver.” The boy said, smiling. He sat up and leaned close to Hotch, pressing their foreheads together as Hotch resting his palms on his cheeks. “… I’m trying.” He whispered, and Hotch let out a soft puff of air, resembling a small laugh.

“Spencer… You go at your own pace. Don’t rush anything for me. Right now, your priority is the same as mine; Your proper recovery. And you can’t force that.” Hotch murmured, running his fingers through his lover’s hair. “I don’t want you to think of him when I touch you.”

“… I don’t.” Reid whispered, smiling. “I can feel the difference. Your touch is very different. It makes me want more…” And Reid kissed him softly, laying a hand on Hotch’s and guiding it down to his chest. “But… Then I get scared.” And he let his hand fall.

“Why?”

“Because… As much as I want it… I’m afraid of what it could trigger. And I… I don’t want to reject your touch. I don’t want to avoid it, I…”

“You don’t want to show any signs of PTSD.”

“… No.” Reid whispered. “I don’t.” Hotch just nodded, holding him close.

There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Hotch called. The door opened and the man froze, eyes wide. “… Haley.” Reid tensed, and leaned away from Hotch, glancing up at Haley. The woman took in the lost, devastated look on the young doctor’s face before he managed to hide it.

“Mrs. Hotchner.” He mumbled, nodding to her. She nodded back.

“Dr. Reid.” She greeted, her voice cold and hard; she winced inwardly. She hadn’t meant to sound like that, but her ex husband had been holding the boy… awfully close. That twinge of suspicious made itself known again.

“Reid.” Hotch said, standing. “I want you to go get something to eat. Go with Morgan and Penelope. They look like they’re heading out to lunch.” Reid looked out into the bullpen, then nodded.

“Okay. And Hotch… Thanks for listening.” Reid said softly, and slipped out of the room. Haley stared at Hotch as her ex-husband watched his agent leave, a look of worry on his face.

“… How is he doing?” She asked.

“He’s… making progress.”

“He’s still living with you?”

“Until I feel he’s okay to be on his own again, I won’t even let him look for a new place.”

“… Will you be able to take Jack this weekend?”

“As long as a case doesn’t come up.” Hotch said, and she leveled a look on him. “Although… if one does come up, he can stay with Spencer.”

“… He’s not stable!” Haley cried.

“Yes, he is. He just has a bit of PTSD. Reid was abused by a man nearly twice his size, Jack won’t trigger anything. It would be perfectly safe. And Jack adores him.” Hotch pointed out. “And again, only IF I have to leave.”

“… well… okay.” Haley said with a nod, and Hotch nodded back.

“You can bring Jack by any time.” Hotch said.

Hotch and Reid entered the apartment in silence that evening. Reid let out a weary sigh, setting his messenger bag on the floor and his gun and badge on the side table.

“I’m gonna make some coffee…” Reid mumbled, and shuffled into the kitchen. Hotch just sighed and headed to the master bath to start a shower.

Reid in the meantime just stood and stared at the coffee maker. He felt cold. And he longed to feel warm again. But he knew that coffee wouldn’t help this time. He chewed his lip, then turned and headed for the bedroom.

Hotch started when the door of the shower opened and he turned around, gasping as Reid threw himself at the man, wrapping his arms around the Unit Chief’s torso and hiding his face in the man’s shoulder. Hotch blinked rapidly in his surprise. For the past month since Reid had been home, he had not been allowed to touch his lover’s naked body. Reid often changed clothes with his back to the man. And yet here he was, pressing his naked body up against the man’s equally nude form.

“Spencer?”

“Just hold me.” Reid gasped. “Please. I just… need to feel you.” Hotch blinked, staring down at the chestnut hair that was quickly getting wet under the shower. Reid nuzzled the man’s chest as the elder wrapped his arms around the slight form and held him close. As his hand ran up and down Reid’s back, the boy sighed and began to relax.

“I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you too, baby.” Hotch murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Reid’s head as he began to run the soapy washcloth over his lover’s back and shoulders. He bathed his lover’s body tenderly, not neglecting a single inch of the youth’s soft skin. He knelt as he washed down the boy’s thighs and calves, smiling as Reid twitched as he washed his ticklish feet, and he breathed a sigh of relief when Reid allowed him to wash his private areas. He ended with running his hands over his lover’s chest and abdomen as Reid leaned into his chest, resting his head on the elder’s shoulder. The boy seemed to be enjoying the soft hands caressing his body, and he purred gently when Hotch washed his hair, massaging his scalp.

“… I’ve missed this…” Reid breathed.

“What?”

“… You. And me. Together. Touching. You make me feel… worth something.”

“You are.” Hotch whispered.

“With you, I’m not just a… sex object.”

“Never, baby.” Hotch said, then lowered his head and gently captured Reid’s lips with his own. The boy sighed and melted into the elder’s arms. It only lasted a moment, but made their hearts sing.

Hotch turned off the shower and patted his lover dry with a towel, then tucked him into bed. Then he dried off and looked down at the boy, who was watching him. They stared at each other for a long time, and then Hotch finally dropped his towel and slid under the sheets. He smiled and closed his eyes in relieved delight when he felt his lover’s bare form slither close and curl up against his own naked body, cuddling close.

“We have Jack tomorrow?” Reid asked.

“Yeah. All weekend.”

“Okay.” Reid mumbled.

Haley pulled into the parking lot of the park and shut off the motor of her car. She smiled. Jack was on the playground with Dr. Reid, and they were both laughing. A moment later, she saw why; Hotch was trying to drag himself out of a tunnel of half buried tires, and seemed to have gotten stuck. Dr. Reid was laughing so hard, he had to sit down on the ground. Jack picked up a water pistol and started squirting his dad in the face, which only made Reid laugh harder.

Hotch managed to dislodge himself and lunge at his son, a grin on his face. Jack squealed and dodged away, hiding behind Reid, who scrambled to his feet, took Jack’s hand, and ran. Hotch stumbled to his feet and chased the pair. Reid scooped Jack up into his arms and let his long legs take over, running from Hotch while Jack shot the water pistol at his daddy over ‘Weed’s’ shoulder.

Reid circled the playground, but Hotch dodged under the monkeybars and tackled Reid. The three fell to the ground in a pile of laughter, Jack shrieking in delight on top of the two men.

Haley just grinned and got out of the car.

“MOMMY!!” Jack cried, and scrambled to his feet, running towards her. She knelt and caught her son, giving him a big hug.

“Did you have a good weekend?”

“Yeah!” Jack exclaimed. “Daddy and Weed took me to the zoo, and Weed made me cookies and showed me how to make a volcano while daddy was napping!”

“… A volcano?”

“Yeah!”

“where?”

“In the kitchen.” Hotch drawled, walking over. “And then Dr. Reid took Jack for a walk and left daddy to clean up the mess.” Haley laughed at the mischievous chuckle from Dr. Reid.

“And we had a slumber party!” Jack exclaimed. “We watched movies and slept together!” Haley blinked and Reid froze.

“Where?” Haley asked.

“On the bed!” Jack announced. “By the TV.”

“We all fell asleep watching movies on the fold out sofa-bed.” Hotch explained.

“We made popcorn!” Jack cheered.

“Sounds like fun.” Haley said, smiling.

“And Dr. Reid finally learned how to make S’mores without making a mess.” Hotch pointed out, and Reid glared. Haley laughed, remembering the fiasco when Reid had been drafted to babysit Henry and Jack.

“Dr. Reid also didn’t get handcuffed this time, either.” Reid snorted, giving Jack a look. Jack just grinned at him.

“Well…” Haley said, looking at the two men. “I need to get going.”

“Of course.” Hotch said. “Bye, buddy.”

“I love you daddy.” Jack said, and Hotch knelt, hugging his son. Then Jack ran to Reid, who knelt and smiled as the little boy hugged him. “I love you, Weed.” And just like with Hotch, he kissed Reid’s cheek. Reid turned red.

“Uh… bye, Jack.” He mumbled, and watched as Haley took Jack to the car.

As Haley droved away, she again glanced in the rearview mirror. Hotch and Reid were heading towards Hotch’s car… their fingers were linked. She frowned. Hotch opened the passenger door, but Reid paused, turning and looking at his Unit Chief. And the man had a hand resting on Reid’s waist. They stood there for a moment, before Reid got into the car.

Haley turned back and focused on the road.

“… Jack?”

“Hm?”

“… Is… Dr. Reid with you a lot when you spend a few days with daddy?”

“Yeah.” Jack said, sounding disinterested in the conversation as he played with some of the several toys in the backseat.

“Does he spend the night with daddy?”

“Yeah.”

“Where does he sleep?”

“With daddy.” Jack said. Haley was silent for a long time. Her eyes were burning.

“Does daddy… hug Dr. Reid?”

“Yeah.”

“Does he ever… kiss him?”

“… It’s a secret.”

“Jack?” She prompted, her voice thick with tears.

“Sometimes when they think I’m sleeping.” Jack said, making a pair of action figures fight.

Haley said nothing. She wiped her eyes, fighting back tears. “How long have Daddy and Dr. Reid been having… sleepovers?”

“I dunno. Can I have ice cream?”

“… Um… okay, Jack.” Haley gasped softly. “… Okay…”

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