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Anything For You	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 13768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Anything For You

Hatochiisai

No own. Piss off.

Slash warning Hotch/Reid, UnSubOC/Reid (non-con)

Chapter 2

The man slowly paced up and down. He glanced back at the car, several times. In the back seat sat Agent Jareau, hands and mouth duct taped. She was watching the man intensely. He smiled shyly at her, walking over to the open window.

"I promise!" He insisted. "I won't hurt you! You're going home!" Headlights moved across the memorial. He turned. "See? Spencer is here!" He turned his eyes to the car. She stared at him, not liking the eager excitement on his face. It was like a fan about to meet a celebrity… He took a deep breath and moved towards the car as the headlights turned off. A moment later, Reid stepped out of the car.

"Spencer!" The man called. "You came." Reid stared at the man. He was very tall… about 6' 5". Looked to be about 250 pounds… he had rust colored hair that was beginning to show a light shadowing of silver. He had pale gray-green eyes and pronounced creases in his face… he was in his forties. Lovely.

"… Where's Agent Jareau?" Reid asked, firmly. He turned and pulled JJ out of the car. Reid's eyes lit up.

"Spencer…" The man said, and JJ tensed when he pressed a gun into her side. Reid's eyes widened. "Please drop the gun…" Reid stared.

"… I can't do that. You need to let her go."

"… Drop the gun, Spencer."

"… Okay." Reid said, and stepped back, laying his gun down on the hood of the car.

"Now… remove your vest."

"… You know that I can't—"

"Yes! You can!" The man hissed, jabbing the gun into JJ's side. "Do it!" Reid furrowed his brow, worried, but he did as he was told, ignoring the Agents yelling at him over the radio. "And the thing in your ear. Take it out." Reid hesitated a moment, then winced as Kehoe, Perry, Patroni and Harper all started shouting at him. He was almost relieved to pull the bud out of his ear and set it down.

"There, on the wall." The man said, looking off to Reid's right. "Those are for you."

Reid blinked and saw a small bundle. He glanced at the man, then slowly walked over and looked at them. They looked like medical scrubs. He frowned and looked back at the man.

"… Strip. And put those on."

"… What?"

"You're wired." The man said in simple explanation.

"I… I can't just… You…" Reid stammered.

"Oh!" The man gasped, eyes wide. "Of course! Sorry!" And he covered JJ's eyes. "Okay. Go ahead." Reid blinked, perplexed.

"… I'm not going to—"

"DO IT!" The man screamed suddenly. JJ jumped with a gasp.

"… Okay." Reid said. "Just… calm down. Don't hurt her." And slowly, he began to strip off his clothing, dropping all of the equipment with it. He glanced at the man… he was nervously averting his eyes. Reid frowned… this was so strange...

"Done?" The man called.

"Yeah." Reid sighed, tying the drawstring on the pants. "May I ask why I had to change?"

"Stuff in your clothes."

"… In my clothes?"

"You're FBI. Tracers… bugs…" The man said. Then he knelt and rolled Reid a roll of duct tape. Reid blinked and knelt, catching it. "… Tape your wrists together."

"… Huh?" Reid asked, cocking his head. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" The man blinked. "You have NO idea what you're doing… do you?" The man scowled.

"You brought handcuffs?"

"… uh… yeah."

"Use those." The man said. Reid blinked and met eyes with JJ. This guy was unbelievable… But Reid did as he was told. "Now… get in the car." The man said. Reid stared.

"What?"

"Get in the car. In the trunk. I'll leave her here. Unharmed. I promise."

"I can't do that." Reid said, shaking his head. "I have to bring you in."

"DO IT OR YOUR TEAM WILL DIE BEFORE YOU FIND THEM!" The man screamed.

"… Okay." Reid said, wide eyed, and slowly moved towards the car. The man moved away, circling Reid with JJ. He reached the car that Reid had come in. When Reid got in the trunk, he opened the door to the backseat and shoved JJ inside of it, slamming the door. Then he turned and sprinted back to the car Reid was in, slamming the trunk closed. Then he leapt in and drove off, tires screaming. JJ had managed to scramble out at that point and watched it drive away. Eyes wide, she clawed the duct tape from her mouth.

"SPENCE!" She screamed. "SPENCE!" Tears of anger and frustration streamed down her face. She threw herself down and dug through Reid's clothing, still warm from the heat of his body. She shivered in the chilly night, and finally found the radio. But there was no point. A car screeched up beside her. She looked up and two Agents leapt out.

"… Harper! Patroni!"

"Agent Jareau! Are you alright?" Harper gasped, as Patroni pulled his pocket knife and cut the duct tape off of her wrists.

"I… I'm fine… but he took Reid…"

"We know. Perry and Kehoe are after them."

"They have to be careful… Reid's in the trunk…"

"Ah, fuck." Patroni groaned, and Harper shook her head. "Perry LOVES ramming cars into other cars."

"Look who's talking?"

"Bite me, Harper." And he pulled out his cell, walking away.

"Strauss is gonna be pissed..." Harper grumbled. "She told Agent Reid that this was NOT supposed to be a trade."

"This team means more to Reid than anything…" JJ said, softly. "We're his family…"

"He could lose his job." Patroni said, walking back over.

"If his team is in trouble… Reid won't care." JJ said, firmly. "He'll give his life."

"… That's what we were afraid of." Patroni sighed.

Reid sighed as he lay there in the trunk of the car. The man was driving fast and erratic. Reid could hear a roaring engine and tires squealing behind them. They were being chased. Reid wondered if he was going to be fired for this. But when he thought more about it, he didn't care. What he did may have been against orders, but it was done for the safety of the team. He was willing to die for them.

He was almost angry with Perry for chasing the UnSub… if they caught him they could take him in and be questioned, but there was no guarantee that the man would tell them where the team was. If they let this guy get away with Reid, maybe he would be TAKEN to the team. And that's what he wanted more than anything… He wanted to see that his team was okay… that Hotch was okay…

He sighed, his gut aching in worry for the man. He closed his eyes. All he wanted was to find his team alive and well… he could almost feel their smiles and happy embraces as they were excused by the awkward young man… he could see in his mind the look on Hotch's face. The grateful smile with so much more hidden underneath… and when they all went to go home, Reid would find his hand in Hotch's. They would wait until all the other had left, and then they would leave. Together. And upon getting home, be it Hotch's or Reid's place, the intensity of their lovemaking would betray just how worried they had been about one another during the hostage situation, and how grateful they were to have that night… just one more night… in their jobs, they were grateful for each and every night that they could spend in each other's arms, knowing deep in their minds, that each night could be their last… it made their relationship that much more deep and intense.

Reid was jerked out of his train of thought as the car swerved, dramatically. Reid gasped and curled up as the vehicle spun out. Then, it stopped. He could hear tires down the road squealing. There was the sound of a door opening, and then the trunk was popped.

"Get out!" Reid's abductor howled, pointing a gun at his head. "GET OUT!" Reid scrambled to obey, eyes wide. The man wrapped an arm around him from behind and pressed the gun to his head, just behind his ear. The doors of the black SUV opened and Perry and Kehoe leapt out, guns drawn.

"DROP THE GUN!" Perry thundered.

"LET HIM GO!" Kehoe demanded. Reid swallowed, thickly.

"No! YOU drop YOUR guns!" Reid's abductor shouted. He held Reid tightly, but his hand were shaking. Slowly, he circled them around. "the other agents… in my car. I brought you their guns, badges and phones! You… you can have them!" Reid could feel the tremor in the man's tone. He tried to pull away from him, but the man hissed and tightened his grip.

"Let him go, sir…" Perry called.

"YOU will move." The man hissed back. "get away from that car… Or I swear to God, I'll blow his brains out!" Reid winced as the man jabbed the barrel of the gun into his skull. "And drop the guns!"

"No." Perry growled.

"Do it!" Reid cried, desperately. The Agents looked at him, surprised. "Please… he let JJ go… he doesn't WANT to hurt anyone… He let her go because I met with him… if I go with him, he may let the others go… Please… I… I have to go to my team." He turned his head slightly towards the man. "You… you'll take me to them… right?" The man stared at Reid, then nodded.

"Yes."

"See?" Reid called, looking back at the Agents. "I have to go to them… please… put down the guns and step away."

"… Okay…" Perry said. He and Kehoe slowly spread their arms out to the side, kneeling and laying their guns on the ground. Then they moved towards the other car. Reid and the man reached the SUV.

"Get in, Spencer!" The man gasped, opening the passenger door. Reid nodded, sliding in. The man ran around and climbed into the driver's seat. He held the gun to Reid's head as he put the car into drive. Then he stepped on it. Reid winced as the car spun and shot off down the road, leaving Perry and Kehoe with a spun out sedan with a flat tire.

"… DAMMIT!" Perry howled.

"Chill, Perry. We have a GPS tracker in there."

"He'll know about it. He's gonna ditch it as soon as he can." Perry sighed. "He knew Dr. Reid was wired."

"I sure hope that kid knows what he's doing." Kehoe sighed, then went to search the car while Perry called in the complete failure to Quantico.

Reid sighed softly as they drove down the road. After a bit, they pulled into an old service station. It was closed for the night. The man stopped the car and got out, hurrying around to let Reid out.

"Come on, Spencer! We have to hurry!" Reid blinked and nodded, getting out.

"Okay…" He mumbled and let the man pull him over to another car. Van… figures. But he didn't put Reid in the back… he put him in the passenger seat again. Reid mulled this over in his mind. He had a few ideas, and he didn't like ANY of them. The man got into the driver's seat, turned on the motor and shifted the car into drive. He looked at Reid and smiled.

"Ready?" He asked, excitement in his tone. Reid eyed him nervously, then nodded.

"Uh… yeah." He said. The man grinned and nodded, and headed off down the interstate. "So… What's your name?" Reid asked after a bit.

"… Shane." The man said. "Shane Harvey. You know… I was born July 7th, at 7:07, 1957."

"… Wow." Reid said, blinking. "that's… quite the birthday. So… you're in your fifties?"

"Yeah…" The man sighed. "Over the Hill… And still alone." Reid looked at him, warily. He had a bad feeling… "Just before my fiftieth birthday, I went to see a psychic." Reid inwardly groaned. "Do you know what she told me?"

"… What?" Reid asked.

"That I had to be patient. I would find my soul mate. At the moment of my birth."

"Oh?"

"She told me that at 7:07, July 7th of 2007, I would find my soul mate. I was in a coffee shop."

Reid almost groaned aloud. He could see where this was going, and was mentally kicking himself and his love for coffee.

"I had been waiting all day, but went about my routine. And when I realized what time it was, I looked at the door… at 7:07:07… you walked in. You and I were destined to be together." The man explained.

"I… I think you've made a mistake…" Reid squeaked, and froze when the man reached out. He ran his hand through Reid's hair.

"No… no… everything in this universe fits together like a puzzle. Our pieces were meant to fit together." Reid winced and shuddered at the man's touch. The man lowered his hand to rest on Reid's thigh. Reid tried to squirm away from the touch, but the man tightened his fingers on the boy's thigh.

"You're like… fifteen years older than me!" Reid whined.

"I know… it took me a while to claim you…" Shane sighed. "I had to come to grips with a lot of things. I never thought my soul mate would be a guy… But finally I realized that ultimately, age, race, gender… none of it matters. We were meant to be… And now that I have you, I'll never let you go…"

Reid gulped, and slowly turned to look out the window.

"JJ!" Garcia cried, and hugged the little blonde.

"Garcia…" The woman cried, as agents came running. "He took Spence…"

"I told Agent Reid that we were NOT to trade one Agent for another." Strauss snapped. JJ turned and looked at her.

"Ma'am… this guy is delusional. He would have stopped at NOTHING to get Reid. He… he keeps saying that they're soul mates!" JJ said, glancing back at Harper and Patroni.

"It's true." Patroni said. "From what Agent Jareau told us, I think we can start giving a profile."

"He's obsessed." Harper said, nodding in agreement with Patroni. "He believes that he and Dr. Reid are soul mates and meant to be. And he won't let ANYTHING come between them. He set a trap, but when he didn't catch Reid, he took Agent Hotchner's team hostage to make Reid come to him. The fact is… he is willing to kill to get Dr. Reid. And he is willing to kill keep him. And he would rather kill Reid than allow someone to take him away from him."

Strauss sighed. "So what now?"

"We trust Agent Hotchner's team to do their job." Perry said, walking in. "And trust ourselves to do ours. We'll find them, Ma'am. Agent Jareau. Are you alright?"

She nodded slightly, clutching Reid's coat around herself. "I'm scared."

"Of what?" Kehoe asked.

"… How far Reid will go to protect the others…" JJ gasped, tears dripping down her cheeks. "This man will hurt him… and if it means protecting the team… Reid will let him."

Reid cursed aloud when he woke. He couldn't BELIEVE he had fallen asleep.

"Shhh…" Shane said, smiling. "We're almost home, Spencer." Reid sighed and turned to look out the window again. They were in a heavily wooded area. The man slowed and turned off on a dirt road. They drove several miles before they reached a small farm. There looked to be an old chicken coop out in the back. Reid didn't see any chickens… Shane pulled the car into the flimsy car port next to another vehicle under a tarp and got out, hurrying around to let Reid out. He guided Reid across the little yard. Reid eyed the little house.

"Would you like to see our room?" The man asked, and Reid flinched.

"I want to see my team." Reid responded, firmly. Shane blinked, then sighed and nodded.

"Your family… of course. They need you. But you need a shot, first."

"… What?" Reid yelped, eyes wide. He was pulled into the house and shoved down into a chair. Shane smiled.

"I swiped it from a clinic." Shane said, opening the refrigerator. Reid stared.

"Is… is that…?"

The man nodded, pulling out a little bottle, and a syringe. He slowly turned and looked at Reid.

"Your team is sick. You need to take care of them." Shane said, drawing some of the liquid up into the syringe. "But you need to be vaccinated first."

"… What did you give them…?" Reid gasped, weakly.

"I have everything you need to take care of them, Spencer." The man said, swabbing the inside of Reid's elbow with a cotton ball. The smell of alcohol reached his nose. "But you have to earn them." Reid stared at him in horror, then winced as the needle bit into his skin. The man injected him with the serum, then stood and removed Reid's handcuffs. Reid walked across the kitchen to the door that Shane had indicated and opened for him. He handed Reid a box.

"This is for free. But if you want me to continue to provide supplies for you to take care of them with… you will have to earn them." Shane hissed, suddenly a very different person. Reid briefly wondered if the man had Dissociative Identity Disorder… but he knew he didn't. The man had his prey… and he was in his own den. He was confident here where he hadn't been before… Reid took a deep breath, and descended the stairs, clutching the box of supplies in his hands. When he reached the bottom, he stared. It was the long room with five beds, one of them now empty. Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi and Hotch were all sprawled out on the beds.

Rossi coughed, loudly. Reid set the box down and hurried to the man's side, kneeling and laying a hand on his forehead. Rossi was burning up. Reid frowned, chewing his lower lip, then moved down the line. They were all sweating and suffering a fever of varying degrees. For now, Rossi seemed to be the worst. Dererk seemed the best… Reid worked to get their belts, shoes and FBI Kevlar vests off and covered them in blankets. Then he went through the box of supplies. Water. Lots of water. Pills and syrups for coughs, fevers, aches… Reid frowned.

Acetominophen… Dextromethorphan… Chlorpheniramine… Phenylephrine… wait… The flu. They had the flu. Reid sighed, nodding to himself. Reid began to open packets of pills. Grabbing a bottle of water he moved to Rossi.

"Rossi…" He called, shaking the man's shoulder. Rossi groaned, slowly opening his eyes.

"… Reid…"

"Here. Take these." Reid said, poking the pills into Rossi's mouth and tipping some water between his lips. Rossi recoiled slightly, startled, but swallowed.

"what the hell are you doing here?"

"… Taking care of you. All of you." Reid said. Rossi turned and looked down the beds.

"… where's JJ?"

"she's okay. I… I made a trade."

"Trade?"

"Me for her." Reid said.

"The UnSub actually made a trade?"

"I'm the one he wanted the whole time." Reid said. "Let me know if you need anything." He said, and moved to Prentiss. He had a similar conversation with her, and then with Morgan. That one had a lot of cursing and scolding added in, though. Finally. Reid reached Hotch…

Slowly, he knelt by the bed, reaching out and laying his hand on Hotch's face. He glanced back at the others, and once he was sure none of them were paying attention he leaned forwards, placing a gentle kiss on the man's lips. Hotch made a slight face and blinked his eyes open.

"… Reid?" He breathed. The young man nodded.

"here…" He said, gently. "Take these…" And he pressed the pills past Hotchner's lips. Hotch cringed at the bitter taste of them on his tongue, and gladly accepted the water.

"What are you doing here?"

"… I traded myself for JJ." Reid said, softly.

"… Trade?"

"I was his target in the first place." Reid explained. "He gave the information to me and expected me to be with you on the raid. If… If I had been, he would have only taken me."

"… Then I'm glad you didn't go along." Hotch said. Reid frowned.

"… But… But you and Rossi and Prentiss and Morgan…"

"We're together. That's when we're the strongest. I don't want ANY of us to be alone with an UnSub. Especially you." Hotch said. Slowly, Reid smiled. He knew that Hotch wasn't saying that he thought Reid was incapable… He was being protective of his lover.

"You've always been there for me Hotch." Reid said, softly. "Taken care of me… Now it's my turn to take care of you. And the others. I'm not gonna let him hurt you. ANY of you."

"… Don't let him hurt YOU, either." Hotch said, firmly. Reid gave him a sad smile.

"Don't worry, Aaron. I'll take care of everything." Reid told him, gently running his fingers through the man's dark hair. Hotch sighed, his eyes heavy. "Rest. I'm right here." Reid whispered. "Let me know if you need anything."

"… Spencer…" Hotch breathed, and Reid leaned closer. "… Be careful." Reid nodded, slowly resting his head on his arm. Gradually, running his fingers through Hotch's hair, Reid drifted to sleep.
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