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The X Files

Hatochiisai

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, OR the X Files

Hotch/Reid

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Chapter 2

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Hotch woke when Reid stretched in his arms, groaning as joints popped. The man opened his eyes and smiled, placing his hand on Reid’s cheek and turned his head to the side, gently kissing him.

“Mmm… morning…” Reid sighed.

“Morning. Come on. Up.” Hotch said, and stood. He went and grabbed a shower. When he came out, Reid was sprawled out across the bed, snoozing. Hotch sighed and shook his head with a smile, walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He leaned over Reid and kissed him gently. Reid sighed, turning his head into the kiss.

“I like waking up to that…” He murmured.

“Get your lazy ass out of bed or I’ll beat it to wake you next time.” Hotch threatened. Reid raised an eyebrow, then groaned and rolled out of bed. Yawning, he dragged out a change of clothes and pulled them on. Hotch dressed and soon the pair were leaving their motel room and heading down for breakfast. Prentiss was already there with Scully. They were talking over coffee.

“Morning.” Prentiss said, and Scully eyed the two male agents. Hotch nodded good morning. He looked as he had yesterday. Hair neat, suit immaculate. Black with a dark red tie. The young man with him was completely different. His eyes were bleary and hardly open. His hair was a stringy mess. He was wearing a red sweater over a pale yellow button up shirt with brown cords and brown dress shoes. He was wearing a Ninja Turtles sock on his left foot and a plain peach colored sock on the right, and had a leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

She watched the boy pour himself some coffee and then dump an obscene amount of sugar into it. Scully made a face, then looked at Prentiss.

“Oh. You get used to that. He lives off of that concoction.” She said biting into her Danish. Reid pulled up a chair and sat down, sipping his coffee and yawning into a bowl of Frosted Flakes. Hotch joined them with coffee, a muffin and a banana. Rossi came down next, followed almost immediately by Mulder, and finally Morgan. Soon, the seven Agents were sitting around with orange juice and coffee and discussing the case. Or at least Hotch, Prentiss, Scully, Rossi and Morgan were. Reid and Mulder had once again gone off into their own little world, discussing the possible explanations for people with telepathic or telekinetic abilities.

But soon enough they were back at the police station. There, Hotch separated Reid and Mulder, telling the latter that the former was going to need to be left alone to work; Agent Mulder was too much of a distraction. Mulder chuckled to himself. He could easily believe that. And so Reid was left alone all day in the police station with Garcia on call while everyone else went to talk to witnesses, visit the crime scenes, Prentiss and Scully to re-inspect the bodies.

Rossi and Morgan were the last pair to return at around 12:25. When they got there, they found Hotch, Mulder, Prentiss and Scully all standing outside of the conference room and staring in through the window.

“What’s going on?” Morgan asked.

“Reid seems to be onto something.” Hotch said with an amused look. Sure enough, inside the room Reid was a whirlwind. He was running around going through papers and talking rapidly, hands fluttering and flapping about wildly.

“Is he on speaker with Garcia?” Morgan asked.

“Yeah.” Prentiss said. “We don’t know what he’s found but it seems to be big.” They watched Reid run past the window, waving papers about. He stopped and turned and stared at the phone for a moment before raising an eyebrow, then shaking is head and hanging up. Then he threw open the door.

“I’ve got it.” He said, almost literally bouncing in his excitement.

“Here we go.” Prentiss said, smiling knowingly, and Scully smiled back. She couldn’t wait to see this proclaimed genius in action.

“So, I’ve spent ALL day on the phone with Garcia.” Reid began, and the other all sat down. They noticed photos of children now covering the board.

“… There are children involved?” Mulder asked.

“the children are the UnSub’s reason.” Reid said firmly. “Every single victim had one child. And every child had visits to the ER. And the injuries that ended up killing the victims were mimicries of the injuries that the kids had been in the hospital for. All the children it seems had been suffering physical abuse.” Reid said. He laid out photos taken of the children’s injuries, and then photos of the victim’s injuries. They were the same, only the injuries on the parents were bad enough to be fatal.

“So… He’s targeting abusive parents.” Hotch said, frowning and passing the photos around.

“The question is…” Reid said. “Is he doing it to punish the parents, or to protect the children?”

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The boy opened his eyes. Dr. Reid was good. Too good. He frowned. He was hoping that he wouldn’t have to invade the mind of the young man… it was so complex… he could easily damage it if he wasn’t careful. But he had no choice… He closed his eyes again and pressed his mind into Reid’s…

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“Either way,” Reid said. “It’s safe to assume that our UnSub probably sees himself in these children.”

“So we’re looking for an only child who was abused.” Rossi said.

“Probably male…” Hotch agreed with a nod.

“Hey… Have you noticed this?” Prentiss asked, suddenly. “All the kids are the same age. They’re all nine.”

“Really?” Scully asked, leaning over Prentiss’s shoulder and looked. “What does that mean?”

“If this UnSub is telekinetic… what if he’s killed before? He could have gotten away with it. If someone looked like they were beaten to death, no one would suspect the victim’s nine year old child.” Reid asked. “With serial killers, often the first victim is the most important. What if it was his own abuser?”

“He killed his abuser when he was nine… and set himself free. So now he’s doing this for other children…” Morgan agreed, nodding.

Mulder and Scully sat in silence, listening to the profilers bouncing ideas around and finishing each other’s thoughts. They were clearly a well oiled machine.

“An abused child will be one of two things. Angry and aggressive or withdrawn and submissive.” Prentiss said.

“With powers like telekinesis and telepathy, an angry and aggressive child would not be able to keep a low profile. He would have exposed himself to others. He would get off on the fear he would inspire.” Reid said. “So he’s obviously quiet and careful to stay under the radar and not be noticed. He… uh… he… he…” Reid stammered. The other Agents all looked at him.

“… Reid?” Hotch called, frowning. Reid’s eyes moved in and out of focus and he swayed slightly. He winced and lifted a hand to his head.

“I… what…?” Reid mumbled, then staggered and groaned before collapsing.

“Reid!” Morgan yelped, and the Agents all ran around the table and knelt. Reid was trying to get up, looking scared and confused. But with another groan, he laid himself down on the floor, holding his head.

“… It’s him.” Mulder hissed, standing over the group. “It’s the killer.”

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Outside, the boy gasped and slumped against the wall. This mind… Oh God… He had opened a door that he should have left closed!

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Reid cried out piteously, writhing on the floor as if in pain. His team looked terrified. Mulder and Scully looked tense. Suddenly, Reid gasped and jerked, then relaxed. He opened his eyes.

“… Oh my God!” Prentiss gasped, and a strange choked cry escaped from Hotchner. Reid stared up at them… but those were not Reid’s warm brown eyes. They were a dark, midnight blue.

“Leave.” He said, suddenly. But the voice was not Reid. It was younger. But it was… so dead and lifeless. Monotone. Thin, empty… dry. Like the rustling of dead leaves. “You are good people. I do not wish to hurt you. But I will do what I have to.”

Slowly, Mulder knelt.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“… No one.” Said the voice coming from Reid’s body. “Leave me. I will complete my work here, and then I will leave.”

“What’s your name?” Mulder asked.

“Where is Dr. Reid?” Scully gasped, kneeling.

“… He is a good person. I have not hurt him. I will give him back to you. Take him and go home. Leave me to my work.” And then Reid’s eyes fell closed. He gasped and his body convulsed slightly before going limp. A moment later, Reid jerked. His eyes snapped open and he struggled to sit up.

“Hotch!?” He cried. The man was by his side, pulling Reid close and holding him. Reid clung, looking terrified. “… He… He was in my head…” Reid whimpered. “He… was looking at me.”

“Are you okay?” Morgan asked. The man looked scared. Reid looked at him.

“I… I don’t know… I think so…” The boy gasped, and lifted a hand to his head.

“Here.” Rossi said, and handed Reid a cup of hot coffee. Reid accepted it with shaking hands and sipped it.

“… His mother… she was an alcoholic.” Reid breathed, staring off into space. “She was always too drunk to care about what his father was doing to him… He watched his mother slowly kill herself. And then he killed his father.”

“How do you know?” Scully asked.

“… I saw it.” Reid gasped, staring up not at Scully, but at Mulder. “When he came into my mind… I… I could see into his. And… he was scared. I don’t think I was supposed to be able to do that. I could feel him. He… He didn’t know what to do. He… he wanted to know how a mind like mine could have such weak defenses… and yet how invading my mind broke down HIS defenses… allowing my mind to invade his in return… For a bit… he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to break off the connection he had made…”

“Did you see him? What he looks like? Did you get his name?” Mulder demanded to know.

“… No.” Reid mumbled, now looking guilty. “No, I didn’t. God… my head…” He turned and slowly began struggling to his feet. Hotch and Morgan were on each side of him, helping him up.

“You need to lie down.” Hotch said. “You look sick.” And he helped Reid into the break room and lay him down on the sofa.

“Now what?” Morgan asked when Hotch returned.

“We find this son of a bitch.” The Unit Chief snarled.

“… You’re taking this personally.” Scully said.

“… I consider what the UnSub just did an attack on my team.” Hotch growled.

“Now it is personal.” Rossi confirmed.

“I think you should send him away.” Mulder said, suddenly.

“What? Who?” Morgan asked.

“Dr. Reid.” Mulder said, as if that were obvious. “If his mind is that vulnerable to a psychic attack it’s dangerous for him to stay here.”

“… Reid won’t leave.” Morgan sighed, shaking his head. “Even if he were ordered to. Even if we did get him to leave, he would resent us for it for the rest of his life.”

“Morgan’s right.” Hotch said. “He was the one who fought hardest for us to take this case. He won’t leave it. Reid is… determined. The best thing we can to is get the UnSub as quick as possible.”

“Guys.” Everyone turned.

“Reid, go back and lie down.” Hotch said, firmly.

“… What is it?” Morgan asked, seeing the grim look on Reid’s face. The sheriff was standing behind Reid.

“We have another body, Agents.” The man said.

And twenty minutes later, they were staring down at the body of Renee Eckles. They were in the cafeteria of the local high school. The attack had happened in front of seventy students. Several of them were now in the nurse’s office, hysterical. Prentiss was interviewing them. Rossi, Morgan and Scully were interviewing the other students who were witnesses. Reid and Hotch were inspecting the body while Mulder lurked around.

Reid sighed and stood. “… I’ll call Garcia.” He said. “Have her check into any hospital visits for the victim’s child.” Reid said, turning and pulling out his phone. Hotch sighed and watched the boy. Then, he frowned. Mulder was watching Reid, too. Hotch walked over to the agent.

“Agent Mulder.”

“Hm?”

“Something on your mind?”

“… I think that the killer is one of the students who witnessed the attack.” Mulder said.

“Why do you think that?” Hotch asked.

“It’s a general agreement that telekinetics must have visual contact with whatever they are manipulating.”

“… Are you saying that the UnSub was in the police station when he entered Reid’s mind?”

“No. That was a form of Telepathy. All they have to do is mentally feel for that. But telekinesis... He would have to see the victim to be able to affect her. I think. I’m not entirely sure, but…”

“So we should apply the profile to these kids?” Hotch suggested.

“… It wouldn’t hurt.” Mulder said with a shrug. Hotch nodded. “There’s another problem, though.”

“What?”

“… If the… UnSub is one of the kids… he now knows that you’re still working the case. And now we’re all vulnerable to a telekinetic attack. And Dr. Reid to another psychic attack.”

“He said he didn’t want to hurt us.” Hotch said as Reid walked over to them.

“He also said that he would do what he had to do to finish his work.” Mulder pointed out.

“… A serial killer with a mission.” Hotch half sighed, half groaned.

“… He’s not going to stop until he’s caught.” Reid finished. Suddenly, his body stiffened and he gasped. His eyes slid out of focus. Hotch’s eyes widened and he caught the boy before he fell.

“Reid!” Hotch called as he lowered his subordinate to the floor. Reid didn’t respond. He was still and quiet… the lights were on, but no body was home… Morgan glanced over, but his eyes widened when he saw Hotch and Mulder kneeling by Reid.

“… Rossi!” He gasped. The man turned, and then he and Morgan hurried over. Scully was a few paces behind them. Mulder looked up at them.

“He’s here.” The man said. They all turned their attention to the group of students that were now watching. But Hotch only had eyes for Reid. The boy’s lips were moving silently as if he were speaking. His brow furrowed… he looked confused… almost sad.

In the nurse’s office, a boy sat on a chair in the corner, curled up tightly. He was hugging his legs to his chest and had his face hidden in his knees. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily as he fought to control the link he had opened between his mind, and that of the FBI Agent…

Reid stood still, darkness swirling around him. He could feel someone behind him. They stood back to back.

“Why are you doing this?” Reid asked.

“… I was given a gift.” The boy said behind him. “And with it, I was able to protect myself. But people like me are rare. One in a billion. There are so many children out there who are abused like I was. But they cannot protect themselves like I could. So I set them free.”

“You’re killing people.”

“They deserve to die.” The boy told Reid.

“No. They don’t. Yeah, they’ve done things they shouldn’t have, and they should pay for it but… not like this. What you’re doing is wrong.”

“People all over the world beat their children, Dr. Reid.” The boy said. “I am stopping them. You hunt me, but you leave them free to continue what they are doing. How is that right?”

“We only have one life to live.” Reid said. “No one has the right to take that from us. What gives you the right to decide who dies? You’re playing as judge, jury and executioner. If you know what they’re doing, turn them in and let the law handle it.”

“Yes. Because my seeing into people’s minds will be considered grounds to arrest someone?” The boy scoffed. Reid was silent. “I have no tangible evidence. All I have is what I see in their minds.”

“And how do you know that what you see is real?”

The boy seemed to consider this for a moment. “…That is a good question.” He said. Then Reid felt a pressure in his mind. The boy was invading it. “You are involved with your boss.” The boy said, suddenly. Reid’s eyes widened. “You wear a ring on your finger holding his birthstone. You got together a few days after Halloween last year. You were snowed in and sleeping in his room in his bed. You had a nightmare and he woke you from it. And for some reason, one thing led to another and you let him… copulate with you.” Reid flushed. “And you liked it. You write letters to your mother every day because you feel guilty about not visiting her. And you don’t visit her because you’re afraid of what you see. You’re afraid that seeing her is like looking into your own future. You’re terrified that you may develop schizophrenia like her. Your worst memory is of being attacked by your so-called peers in high school and being tied naked to a goalpost. The first time you ever told anyone was during a case in which you identified with a murderer. And the person you told was Agent Morgan.

“Tell me, Dr. Reid? Am I accurate so far?” The boy asked. Reid said nothing. “I am. What I see in people’s minds is the truth.”

“Just because you have these abilities, it doesn’t mean you should use them… not like this.” Reid said.

“What am I supposed to do? Dress up in a flashy costume and cape and fight crime?” The boy asked. Reid smiled slightly.

“Well, Spider-man did say that with great power comes great responsibility.” Reid said. The boy was silent. “Are you really that sure that you are using your power responsibly?”

“… I am protecting children. Children who are being abused by the person who SHOULD protect them.”

“I’m not saying you’re wrong by wanting to protect them. It’s how you’re doing it.”

“At least I am getting results. No one else is for these children.” The boy said. Reid was silent. “I am warning you one last time. Leave me to my work. Or I will have to force you.”

“… You can’t scare us away.” Reid said.

“… We’ll see.”

“Reid!” Hotch gasped in relief when Reid’s eyes blinked and came back into focus.

“I’m okay.” The boy breathed, slowly sitting up. “… He… has an accent. English might not be his first language.”

“He talked to you?” Mulder asked.

“… Yeah. He’s not going to stop. And he says if we don’t leave it alone right now, he’s prepared to take the offensive against us.”

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The FBI Agents trooped into the conference room at the local PD with new photos and files to add to their mounting pile of evidence. Hotch sighed.

“Reid.”

“Hm?”

“… I want you to go back to Quantico.”

“… What?!” Reid yelped, turning to face Hotch.

“I don’t like how this UnSub is targeting you.”

“If he was targeting YOU, you wouldn’t even consider leaving! And neither will I!” Reid cried. “And besides… he’s talking to me! I’m getting a lot of information from him! I might be YOUR key to catching him!”

“He’s right.” Mulder said.

“Mulder.” Scully hissed, shushing him.

“I’m not leaving, Hotch. No way.” Reid said, shaking his head. Hotch sighed and rubbed his eyes. He could see that stubborn streak coming out in his subordinate.

“You are NOT to be alone. Anywhere. EVER.” Hotch said.

“Fine.” Reid said with a nod.

“You think that will protect him?” Mulder asked. “You think us babysitting him will keep him safe?”

“I’m NOT leaving.” Reid said firmly.
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