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Comfort	By : cr8zymommy Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN Ok here’s the thing – I’m changing things just a little, so I guess this is considered a little AU. I’d like Hayley to have left Aaron a long time ago, lol. Like, right after Jack was born. I also want her to know about the trio. Now, I do not like or dislike Hayley’s character and I don’t want any flames on how I write her in this, so please, don’t get upset with me for how she is. That’s the only real detail I’m changing, though. Also, this fic is set before Foyet murders her, obviously. Does that cover everything? If it doesn’t, please feel free to tell me where I messed up and I’ll fix it!

Things had moved quickly when they arrived in Chester. The team had cars waiting for them at the airstrip. They’d piled in, heading to the station and discussing the case the whole way there in both cars. When they arrived, Spencer had his nose buried in the file, trying to figure out what seemed off in the autopsy report he held. He barely paid any attention when he got out of the car. Automatically, Emily and Morgan walked on either side of him, knowing the young genius tended to blank out when he was reading and thinking and they wanted to prevent him from running into anything.
Aaron was the first to reach the front door and after he went through, he held it for the next person. Dave chuckled, watching as Emily held the door and Morgan nudged the young doctor inside, all of which was done without Spencer ever looking up from his folder. He had that furrow between his eyebrows that told anyone who knew him that he was thinking. A soft voice spoke at Dave’s side, reminding him that there was someone with them who didn’t know any of them well yet. “Wow. Is Dr. Reid always that blind to things around him?” Ashley Seaver asked.
She’d only been with them for a few weeks now and she was still trying to figure out the dynamic of the team. She didn’t know all of their little quirks yet and often looked to Dave for help. He didn’t mind assisting her. Giving her a smile, he held the door for her to pass through. “You see that little furrow between Reid’s eyebrows? The way he’s biting on his lip while he looks at that file?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s one of his thinking faces. You’ll learn to recognize them all.” Dave told her. He smiled, lowering his voice as they caught up to the group. “When he thinks that hard, the rest of the world tends to disappear. We’ve all taken turns on Reid duty when he gets that way. If not, well, he’s been known to run into things or knock people over…”
“You warning her about Reid?” Morgan joked when they reached him.
They were stopped from any further comments when the chief walked over. Aaron stepped forward, extending his hand. “Chief Jordan? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Agent Hotchner. This is my team; Agents Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Seaver and Dr. Reid.”
Spencer looked down at the file in his hands, vaguely mumbling his hello, still focusing on the numbers on the paper in front of him. He let himself be led to wherever they were working, recognizing Morgan’s hand on his elbow steering him. He knew he could trust Morgan to make sure he went to the right place and stayed out of trouble.
Once he was released, Spencer chewed on his lip and started to pace, closing the first file and opening the one he’d held underneath it. Even though he’d already read these and remembered what was in them, he hoped looking at them would help his brain make the connection that he felt he was missing. He looked up, not really paying any attention to the conversations going around him. “Do we have the autopsy report on the newest victim? That wasn’t with our files.”
Chief Jordan nodded and grabbed a file from the table, handing it over. With a brief smile as thanks, Spencer took the file and opened it, setting it down on the end of the table. He read through it quickly, his mind adding the information to what was already in his head. He didn’t see the strange look he got as his gaze shot over the words, flipping the pages until he had all the information.
Straightening back up, Spencer let his mind wander over what he’d read, adding together all the connections between them. He’d read the reports on each girl; knew all the information that was possible about them right now. Now he had the added information of the autopsies in there. Each woman had the same look to them, making it easier to narrow down victimology. He started to pace a little, moving toward the board that had been set up with pictures on it. Each woman had also been dosed with Rohypnol, the date rape drug. Most likely the method of abduction. That meant that the Unsub probably wasn’t strong enough to subdue them on his own. All of that had already talked about on the jet, though.
What was confusing him was the information in the autopsy reports. Each woman had been covered in some kind of oil—what it was wasn’t listed. He needed to ask if they’d discovered it yet. There was also a large amount of the herb damiana in each woman’s system. Why on earth had they all ingested that herb?
Each woman had been raped repeatedly ante mortem. Cause of death was strangulation in each case, followed by multiple post-mortem stab wounds. There were seven victims so far. There was no pattern to the amount of stabs. All of them were unnecessary; the women were already dead. It was pure rage that caused him to act out like this as well as a need to defile the bodies, even after death .The amount of stabbing in each victim ranged from nineteen to twenty eight.
Feeling someone step up beside him, Spencer didn’t take his eyes off the pictures in front of him as he asked “Has anyone established what the oil on the victims’ bodies is?”
“Um, I’m not sure. I don’t think so.” Ashley answered him.
Someone else behind him spoke up. “Actually, we just gathered that information, Dr. Reid. Our analysis came back and said that it’s sandalwood oil.”
Surprise had Spencer turning around, his eyes clearing as his brain came back to the present moment. “Sandalwood?” he asked with surprise. Of course! It made sense when you added it together with the damiana.
The officer in the room wasn’t the chief who had been there before. In fact, Spencer realized that Aaron and Ashley were the only two in the room with them. Where had everyone else gone to? He shook his head to clear that thought and looked back at the officer, a nice looking guy who looked to be somewhere in his early thirties. Spencer missed the appreciative look the man was giving him. Aaron did not. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from telling the officer to put his eyes somewhere else. Spencer was his.
Officer Shawn smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Apparently it covered each one of them pretty much from head to toe. Is that significant somehow? Seems kind of weird to me.”
“No, no, it makes perfect sense.” Spencer said quickly. He looked over to Aaron, raising his hands to gesture as he spoke. “Sandalwood oil is an essential oil obtained from the steam distillation of chips and billets cut from the heartwood of the sandalwood tree. Sandalwood oil is used in perfumes, cosmetics, and sacred unguents. It contains more than 90% sesquiterpenic alcohols of which 50-60% is the tricyclic α-santalol. β-Santalol comprises 20-25%. A study investigating the effects of inhalation of East Indian sandalwood oil and its main compound, α-santalol, on human physiological parameters found that the compounds elevated pulse rate, skin conductance, and systolic blood pressure.”
“But why is he covering the women in it?” Ashley asked.
Spencer turned toward her, excited as he always was when giving out information. “Because of its properties, sandalwood oil is considered an aphrodisiac. Combine that with the Rohypnol they were given as well as the damiana and it’s quite obvious what he’s trying to do. He isn’t just raping the women; he’s trying to seduce them.”
Looking over at the pictures, Aaron spoke in a thoughtful voice. “You think he’s drugging their drinks when he thinks they’re showing interest in him so he can take them somewhere to seduce them?” His tone was curious, lost in thought a little.
Nodding, Spencer’s words tripped over one another as he spoke. “Damiana has been widely used as an aphrodisiac in Mexico. But the use of damiana as an aphrodisiac is somewhat controversial because there has been no scientific evidence that it works and yet it’s widely promoted as a sexual stimulant. The health benefits of damiana are for the most part only verified by observation, not by scientific study. However, a chemical analysis shows that damiana contains alkaloids similar to caffeine that have stimulating and aphrodisiac effects, encouraging blood flow to the genital area and increasing sensitivity. Some people also report feelings of mild euphoria.”
“So he goes somewhere and engages in conversation with a woman. Once he’s convinced she’s into him, he roofies her drink and takes her home. Then he rubs her down in oil and forces her to take an herb, both of which are used to increase the desire for sex.” Summarizing, Ashley turned to look at the pictures as well. “He doesn’t want to rape them. He’s convinced that they’re making love. That these women want this.”
“And when they don’t give him what he wants, he grows angry with them.” Aaron added in. “He grows angry and chokes them until he kills them. Once they’re dead, he most likely is furious the illusion is shattered. Hence the post mortem stabbing.” Turning back toward Spencer, the Unit Chief gave him a small smile to let him know he’d done well. Then he was back to being the boss again. “Reid, I want you to start on a geographical profile. Ashley, you and I are going to go and interview a few of the victim families. Morgan and Prentiss should be back within the hour and Dave should be back any minute. He was going to get us the last box of files.”
Nodding, Spencer moved toward the map and went to work while his co-worker and his lover left the room.

By the end of the day they had pieced together a profile to give to the officers at the station. But they were no closer to narrowing down their suspect list. So far no one had been able to ID anyone who’d been speaking to the girls on the night of their disappearances. Garcia was at work back in her lair, trying to sift through the footage she could to see if she might be able to catch an image of him. The geographical profile was built, hanging up on one of their many boards in the room.
It was Aaron and Dave both that finally decided they’d done enough for the night. “Come on, guys, let’s head back to the hotel.” Dave said suddenly to the team. Everyone looked up from the files they’d all been looking at. Aaron stood up, nodding at what Dave said. “We’ll do better once we get some sleep. We’ll tackle this with fresh eyes in the morning.”
Standing, Spencer stretched slightly, trying to work out the kinks in his back from being bent over his work all day. Looking over, he saw Aaron standing, staring at the geographical profile, his body a tense line. A quick glance showed that the others were already far enough ahead that they wouldn’t notice anything and no LEO’s were nearby. So Spencer walked over, pausing to stand beside his older lover but not touching him. “Come on, Aaron. Let’s get back to the hotel and I’ll rub some of that tension out of your shoulders for you.” He offered in a soft voice.
The quick look he received was full of love. A corner of Aaron’s mouth quirked. “I think I’ll take you up on that. God knows I could use it.” He admitted. The two headed from the room, easily catching up with the others right as they exited the station. Dave, Ashley and Emily moved to one SUV with Dave going to the driver’s seat. That left Morgan, Aaron and Spencer with the other one. Seeing that Morgan had the keys, Spencer resisted groaning out loud. Morgan caught it and flashed him a grin, dangling the keys from his fingers.
His grin vanished when Aaron walked over and snatched the keys from him. Spencer chuckled at the look on Morgan’s face. He climbed into the backseat, sharing a quick grin with Aaron before Morgan slid into the passenger’s seat. “I can drive just fine.” Morgan protested sulkily.
“Sure you can.” Aaron said in a dry voice. He waited until the doors were shut before starting the car up. “But I prefer to not race Dave to get there.”
“Rossi drives like a grandma.” Morgan shot back.
The sound of his lovers bickering with one another had Spencer smiling softly. He loved when they were alone, no matter where or when it was. When the three of them were away from prying eyes they all relaxed. They didn’t put up any fronts or play any roles. They stopped being Hotch, Morgan and Reid and became Aaron, Derek and Spencer.
Aaron was chuckling while he drove toward the hotel. “He does, doesn’t he?” He agreed with Morgan.
“He’s a slower driver than Spencer.”
Hearing that, Spencer scowled at the front seat. “I am not that slow, Derek Morgan. I can drive just fine. It’s just habit to drive that way.” He defended himself.
Morgan laughed and Aaron looked up, using his rearview mirror to flash a grin at Spencer. “You do drive slow, baby.” Aaron told him with a chuckle. That only made Morgan laugh even more. Spencer’s bottom lip stuck out and he crossed his arms, sitting back in his seat. “Oh, shut up.” He grumbled at them.
They were still a couple blocks away from the hotel so there was no one around to see as Morgan turned and reached back, running his hand over Spencer’s leg and giving him a sweet smile. “It’s ok, baby boy. I love you even if you do drive slowly.” Then he winked. “You’re slow and I’m fast. Guess it’s a good thing Aaron’s here to be the perfect middle.”
“I think I prefer someone else in the middle.” Aaron’s voice was lower, slightly husky, making his lovers shiver. They knew exactly what he meant. In their bed, Spencer was the ‘middle’. He slept between them, sheltered by two warm bodies. Even during lovemaking, he generally ended up in the middle at some point or another, though they did alternate who was where for most of it. There was no real designated ‘top’ or ‘bottom’, but it always ended with Spencer in the middle of them. It was where they loved to have him and where he loved to be. Nothing was better than being sandwiched between his lovers.
Those thoughts were enough to pull Spencer out of his pout. He gave a slight shiver, the warmth of Morgan’s hand against his leg suddenly a blaze. The hand was removed, though, when they pulled into the hotel parking lot. Spencer worked on controlling his breathing as best as he could; trying not to think about the sexual promise in Aaron’s words.
Aaron turned off the car once he parked. In the dark around them, Aaron murmured “When I booked the rooms, we all got our own this time, so I put myself at the end, with you next, Derek, and Spencer after him. Then Dave. Emily and Seaver are next to each other across from Spencer and Dave. So once everyone is settled, come down to my room. We’ll be further away from everyone.” It was a benefit to Aaron taking on some of JJ’s duties; he took care of booking hotels. Garcia had offered to take that part on, but Aaron had told her it was part he didn’t mind doing and he’d rather she focused on other areas. In reality, he used it to arrange their rooms just right so there was always someone further away from the others. That was the room they met up in. That way, there was less chance of being heard.
The other two nodded and then the three of them were climbing from their vehicle right as Dave pulled in and parked beside them. “Told you we’d beat him here.” Morgan said, purposely waiting until Dave was able to hear him before he said it.
Dave shot him a mock glare. “You just watch it. I notice you didn’t get to drive, Morgan.”
The teasing continued into the hotel. Spencer let it wash over him, a familiar sound that never failed to make him smile. It also gave him something to focus on instead of the anticipation that was building in his stomach. He stayed back, his eyes traveling over Aaron as the older man moved to collect there keys from the desk.
A little furrow formed between Spencer’s eyebrows. Something was going on with Aaron today. He hadn’t been rude or short or anything like that, but there was an underlying hint of tension that Spencer kept seeing. Not constant, but often enough to tell him that there was something more than the case that was bothering him.
He felt Morgan move to stand beside him and he looked around, seeing the others move up after Aaron. Now was the best private moment to speak to Morgan. “Something’s bothering Aaron.” He muttered quietly, sneaking a glance at Morgan’s expression. One look told him that Morgan had seen it too.
“I know.” He replied. For a second, concern flashed on his face, put back under a mask quickly. “He’s too tense. You think everything’s ok with Jack?”
The idea hadn’t occurred to Spencer. He chewed on his lip as he pondered it. “I hope so. I think that, if that was the case, he’d be more than just tense. Also, he would have told us. This is something he hasn’t brought up yet, which means he doesn’t know what to say. My guess? Hayley.”
Morgan winced a little. Ever since Hayley had found out about the three of them, things hadn’t been well between her and Aaron. She didn’t approve of their lifestyle and didn’t think it was appropriate to expose Jack to. When she’d tried to tell Aaron that he couldn’t have his son unless his boyfriends stayed away, Aaron had almost blown his top. Spencer and Morgan had hurried to tell him that they’d stay away; they didn’t want to mess with his time with his son, but Aaron had stood his ground and told her that she wasn’t going to dictate who was in his life. He agreed to not having them stay the night, but that was the only concession he was willing to make. She’d accepted. Now, there was an uneasy alliance between them, fragile and always in danger of being broken. If something had happened between Aaron and her, the two men were determined to do what they could to be there for him.
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