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Wolf Moon

Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor do I make any profit off of writing this.

SLASH WARNING!!! Hotch / Reid

Written for the Chit Chat on Author’s Corner Halloween Horrors Challenge. The moderators supplied a number of titles of the novels of the Master of Horror himself, Stephen King. We were to pick any title and write a fic using that as the prompt. I chose, “Cycle of the Werewolf”.

Chapter 2

The first time Hotch ever saw Reid in his pelt, was over two years after the boy had joined the BAU. In hind sight, Hotch wished he had gone running with the boy before… It seemed ridiculous that he had worked with Reid for as long as he had, and had never seen the boy in his wolf form… but he hadn’t.

But now, they were faced with a brutal UnSub. And the moment Hotch and Reid had visited the first crime scene, they had met eyes over the body. And they knew that the scent wasn’t their imagination. When they got to the police station, Hotch sent Rossi and Emily out to visit with the ME, and sent Morgan and JJ to talk to a witness.

And as soon as they were alone, he closed the door and turned to face Reid.

“You smelled it too.” Reid stated calmly.

“I did.” Hotch nodded. “We need to find him first.”

“And do what?” Reid asked, as Hotch dug in his briefcase. The man pulled out a wooden box, and opened it. Reid approached, and his eyes widened… Silver bullets.

“We kill him.” Hotch said, beginning to load a clip with silver bullets.

“What?” Reid gasped, eyes wide.

“We can’t arrest this one, pup.” Hotch said, using the nickname that he only utilized when he and Reid were alone. “If he goes to prison… well… imagine what will happen on the full moon. No. This one has to die.” And he slammed the clip into his gun. Reid took a deep breath, and nodded.

“So no one but us can go after him either.” Reid said, and Hotch nodded.

“We’re going to have to play this one VERY carefully.” Hotch confirmed, loading another clip. He knelt and pulled his other gun from the ankle holster, and slammed in the second clip. Then he turned and handed the gun to Reid. Reid eyed it, then nodded and accepted it, swapping it out for his revolver.

“So how do we do this?” Reid asked.

“We work the profile with the team.” Hotch said. “And then the pair of us work it further, with what we know…”

And so they did. Reid worked his geographic profile, while the team worked the case… And Reid and Hotch conferred frequently. They were on the case for six days when Reid finally laid down the photo before his Unit Chief. Hotch stared, and then looked up at Reid.

“… Rob Fiennes.” Hotch read.

“It’s him.” Reid said.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. He has property at the edge of Miranda County.”

“Right.” Hotch nodded, and stood.

“Where are you guys goin’?” Morgan asked, watching as Reid and Hotch suddenly strode from the room.

“Interview a potential witness.” Reid said.

“Oh. Alright then.”

“We’ll grab dinner when we get back.” Hotch said.

“Sounds good. Make it fast.” Prentiss grinned. Hotch and Reid nodded, and headed out to the car. Hotch drove.

“How are we going to play this?”

“We’re going to go in on foot.”

“… Foot? Or paw?” Reid asked.

“… Paw.”

“Taking our guns?”

“Yes.” Hotch nodded. “We’re not taking any chances.”

“Alright.” Reid nodded.

When they arrived at the edge of the property, Hotch pulled off the road. Then he turned to Reid.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.” Reid nodded. “But… what about our guns? Wolves don’t wear belts…”

“Here.” Hotch said, and passed Reid a sack. “Put your clothes and everything in here. Once we take care of Fiennes, we’ll change back, dress and call in the others.

“Oh.” Reid nodded, and they got out of the car. Reid watched as Hotch immediately began to undress and shove his belongings into his sack. Reid chews his lip, and then followed suite. Out of the corner of his eye, Reid took in Hotch’s nude form… and he felt the heat rise in his cheeks… and between his legs. He quickly looked away, and finished shoving everything into his bag.

“Ready?” Hotch asked, turning and looking at Reid. He was unable to resist his eyes roaming down the tall slender figure. Reid turned and faced him, clutching the bag before himself to hide his private parts, which made Hotch want to grin.

“I… I think so…”

“So let’s go.” Hotch said, and then before Reid’s eyes, Hotch made the transformation. Bones popped, ligaments stretched and tendons snapped. Reid watched his jaw stretch out and his ears grow to a point as the hair on his head and between his legs thickened and spread… and then he fell to all fours, bearing his teeth to the chill air.

And then, finally, a great black wolf stood before him, massive and powerful. His breath misted on the air as he stared at Reid with his golden eyes, and Reid stared back, amazed at the awe he felt as he gazed upon the beast before him.

Reid shook himself, then took a deep breath and began the transformation himself… it didn’t come as easy to him as it did to Hotch… Hotch enjoyed the change, and would go for a run whether it was the full moon or not. Reid on the other hand rarely changed, unless it was the full moon. And even then, sometimes he would avoid going out into the light the moon simply to avoid the change.

Hotch watched the change. It was slower, and less fluid than his own… he could tell Reid didn’t often change of his own accord… and with a start, Hotch suddenly came to a realization…

No pack. No acceptance… had this pup ever been running with another wolf before?

It sent a pang into his heart to think that. To run with your own kind was one of the greatest joys a wolf had. Never do you feel so free… so… RIGHT in your own skin… The pure elation that came from it was heavenly… it was a feeling that most every wolf knew… had this poor boy been deprived of that most basic, and most beloved joy?

Finally, Reid had changed. Hotch stared at the pup before him. His youth showed on his gangly form… he still had a puppy-like face, and he hadn’t grown into his ears or his paws, it seemed. His sleek coat was a warm chestnut brown, and his lithe form needed a bit more muscle to it… but God, his legs… they were long and thin… his back was long, his body lean, his chest full… Hotch could see it in a moment. Turn this pup loose to run, and he would fly…

Slowly, Hotch approached the young male, much smaller than himself. Reid watched him approach.

“Run with me, Spencer.” Hotch said, looking the pup in his eyes. Reid nodded, and the pair seized their bags in their teeth and darted into the woods. Hotch led the way. He was sure-footed as he wove his way through the dark trees, and Reid followed closely on his tail. Running through the woods was not something Reid was familiar with, but he quickly found his footing over the uneven ground and matched Hotch’s speed easily.

Reid tried to focus… they were her for work after all. But before he knew it, his heart was soaring… he had never done this before!!! He had heard that one the greatest joys a wolf could have was to run with his pack… but Reid had never had a pack to run with. Now, running through the woods with Hotch… he had never felt so… light hearted and elated, despite the fact that they were on a case. And before he knew it, his tail was wagging and he was bounding in his enjoyment.

Hotch secretly was pleased to see that. It made his lip curl in a wolfish smile to see the joy that the pup was feeling, despite the fact that now was not the time for fun and games. It made him happy… he resolved then and there to take Reid running when they got home from their case…

Both had to hide disappointment when they saw lights from the house before them. They slowed to a trot, and then stopped at the treeline.

“Now what?” Reid asked, looking at Hotch.

“We circle the property. Examine it from every angle. See if we can see movement inside, and determine any obstacles.” Hotch said. “We meet on the other side and make a plan from there.”

“Okay.” Reid nodded. And still carrying the sacks in their teeth, they split up to circle the clearing that the house was in. Hotch studied the house closely as he trotted around the perimeter. He counted doors and windows, and estimated the distance between the house and the shelter of the trees… as he got about halfway through his distance, he reached a shed. He paused a moment, then dropped his sack and slunk through the darkness to the shed. He circled it, sniffing carefully. He reached a window and stood up on his back paws, and peered in. Just as he was focusing on the darkness inside of the shed, he heard a loud echoing snarl, and then high pitched yelps.

Spencer!

He bolted.

Robert Fiennes was washing the dishes when he caught some movement outside of his home. He glanced up and made a double take…

A slender wolf was slinking across the dirt road that led through the woods and to his home… and the wolf was carrying a bag in its teeth… But Rob didn’t need to see that to know that this was no canis lupus. This was a Lycanthrope… Snarling, he shut off the water at the sink and made his way to the door, stripping off his clothes as he went. And by the time he had reached the door, he was on all fours and in his gray pelt. He slipped out the doggy door and darted towards the woods, eyes on the trees that the other wolf had disappeared behind…

He slowed to a slow stalk, and soon spotted the intruder… it was a young male… He stood frozen in a small clearing, ears perked and nose quivering. Rob crouched, hackles raised and teeth bared. The young wolf turned his head sharply.

Rob tensed, and then lunged, letting out a furious roar as he did so. The young wolf started and whirled, but then was knocked off of his feet by the large paws of the gray wolf. And then teeth were snapping.

The pup immediately began yelping in fright, thrashing around on his back as he tried to keep those teeth from taking hold of him. His shrill cries grated on Rob’s nerves, and he viciously lunged for the young male’s throat… The pup thrust a paw up, trying to block the larger male’s teeth, but a moment later, they snapped shut on his leg, and there was an audible SNAP!!!

The pup let out a scream, and Rob backed off, licking the blood from his lips before letting his tongue roll out in a satisfied grin. Crying, the pup flipped over and slunk away, holding up his leg. But a moment later, Rob came at him. The pup immediately began yelping and crying again, tucking his rump and scuttling away as fast as he could, trying to escape the snapping teeth.

But suddenly, there was a fearsome roar and a large dark hulk slammed into the gray wolf and sent him tumbling.

Rob scrambled to his feet and whirled to face this new threat. A large black wolf stood before him, turning his head to the young male to check on him. The pup looked up at the black wolf and whined, shivering in pain. But he stretched his head up, and licked the black male’s chin in submissive thanks. Rob watched the black male’s ears perk forwards, and his tail wagged. He licked the young male’s muzzle in return, and the little brown wolf’s tail gave a hesitant flutter of a wag.

But then the black male turned. His hackles were up all the way down his back, and he bared his teeth, put his ears back and growled threateningly.

“You’re on my land…” Rob snarled, also showing his teeth. “You have no right to be here…”

“Actually… I do…” Hotch snarled. “FBI, Robert. The killing stops now.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Rob exclaimed in amusement. “You’re here because of the deaths of some pathetic humans?!”

“It’s over.” Hotch snarled, and began to advance on the gray wolf. Rob barked out a laugh.

“I’m gonna rip you apart… and then I’ll finish what I started on your little boyfriend there…” And Rob lunged. Hotch sprang forward, meeting his charge, and then the pair clashed in a snarling, barking whirlwind of fur and snapping teeth.

Whimpering, Reid slunk over to the bag that he had dropped. He pawed at it, then whined and began to force his body to change, cursing the need for opposable thumbs. As soon as he could he began fumbling the bag open and digging around desperately… Finally, his fingers closed upon cold metal, and he pulled the gun from the bag, turning and raising it.

“Hotch! DOWN!!!”

Hotch threw himself back and rolled, and a gunshot echoed through the woods… then again, and again and again… Five times it sounded. By the time Hotch rolled to his feet, he was naked and his wolf form had faded back into that of a man. He stared at Rob.

The gray wolf was staring at Reid. Then, slowly, he began to shift and change… and finally, the man was sitting there, five holes in his torso… he stared at Reid with wide eyes.

“… Silver…?” He gasped. And then blood dripped from his lips and he slumped to the ground. The two agents watched as he shuddered, and then went still…

Hotch only paused a moment, then got to his feet and ran to Reid, kneeling beside him and checking his arm.

“… your wrist is broken…”

“I know.” Reid nodded, wincing.

“Good shot.”

“Thank you.” Reid smiled. The pair stared at one another, and then Hotch threw his arms around Reid and hugged him tight. Reid gasped softly, and his cheeks turned pink as he was suddenly VERY aware of the nudity of the both of them.

“I’m sorry.” Hotch said, suddenly.

“For what?” Reid asked, baffled. He pulled back and looked up at Hotch.

“I shouldn’t have had us separate… I mean… especially after… Georgia.”

“It’s okay, Hotch. This was a… unique circumstance.”

“Still…” Hotch frowned. “You were hurt because of me.”

“It’s not your fault.” Reid said firmly. “We should dress… And… how will we explain Fiennes?”

“What do you mean?”

“… He’s naked.”

“We can dress him.”

“We can’t duplicate the bullet holes…” Reid pointed out.

“Just… leave it to me.”

“… Alright.” Reid nodded.

“Let me help you dress.” Hotch said.

“Oh, no, I can—“

“Your wrist is broken, Reid.”

“… Oh. Yeah. Right.” Reid mumbled, flushing. Hotch began to sort out Reid’s clothes, and helped him get back into them.

“You call the team. I’m gonna go get the car.”

“Okay…” Reid nodded, and Hotch shifted back into his wolf form and disappeared into the woods. Reid sat there on the forest floor, staring at the body a few yards away and cradling his broken wrist. Then he sighed and pulled out his phone…

“Hey kid, done talkin’ to Fiennes already?” Morgan immediately answered.

“Um… t-talking didn’t exactly… happen. He’s dead.”

“Dead?! Was it the UnSub?”

“No… He WAS the UnSub.” Reid said. “I… He attacked me… and then he and Hotch fought and… and I shot him.”

“… We’re on our way. Are you hurt?”

“I… I think my wrist is broken.”

“How about Hotch?” Morgan asked over all the chaotic background noise.

“He’s okay, I think…” Reid said softly, his voice lined in pain.

“Sit tight, kid. We’re coming.”

“He’s naked.”

“… What?”

“He… he was naked. And he just… attacked me.”

“Fiennes?”

“Yeah…”

“Listen Reid… it’s okay. We’ll be there soon…”

“Okay…” Reid said, and snapped his phone closed. A few minutes later, the SUV pulled into the clearing and Hotch got out… naked. Reid quirked a brow and watched his Unit Chief hurry around the house. He returned a few minutes later, now fully dressed. He made his way over to Reid and helped him to his feet.

“Come on…” He said, guiding Reid over to the car and having him sit in the passenger seat while he got out the first aid kit. Then he gently rolled up Reid’s sleeve and began to wrap a bandage around it. Reid winced and bit his lip, fighting back his pained whimpers.

“Wait here…” Hotch said when he was finished, and disappeared into the house. He was back a moment later with a bag of frozen peas. He set the bag on Reid’s lap and had him rest his wrist on the peas. Then he looked up. “They’re coming.”

“I told Morgan that Fiennes attacked me. That you fought him, and I shot him. And… he was naked from the start.”

“Okay.” Hotch said. “We moved around the house just to scope it out, and he just burst out the door and tackled you.”

“Okay.” Reid nodded. “And I fell on my wrist.”

“Yes.” Hotch said.

“Alright.” Reid murmured, and Hotch went to meet up with the arriving team, and law enforcement. He led them to the body, while Morgan, of course, went straight to Reid, who gave him a small smile and assured him that he was fine.

And eighteen hours later, the team was on the jet on the way home, Reid with his arm in a splint and sling, because he had steadfastly refused a cast… after all… as a lycanthrope, he would heal faster than a typical human, and when he changed on the full moon… well… the cast wouldn’t change with him…

“Only you, Pretty Boy,” Morgan was teasing, “Would get jumped by a guy in the buff.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Reid drawled in a flat tone as Morgan, Rossi, JJ and Emily laughed.

“It was certainly interesting to watch from my angle.” Hotch snorted, perpetuating the lie, much to Reid’s chagrin. “One moment I was looking at Reid and the next… a uh…” He cleared his throat. “A full moon… so to speak.” This got the team going again, while Reid flushed dark red and slouched down in his seat. Hotch looked down at the young man and smirked. Reid growled softly, lip curling to show a flash of teeth. That made Hotch chuckle.

When the jet touched down, the team gathered their belongings and began to file off, Morgan carrying Reid’s bag for him.

“Need a ride, kid?” Morgan asked.

“I’m taking him.” Hotch announced. Morgan looked at Hotch, then nodded and headed over to his Unit Chief’s car. Hotch popped the trunk and Morgan tossed Reid’s bag in, then ruffled Reid’s hair and headed to his own car. Hotch held the door open and Reid got in. He fastened his seat belt one handed while Hotch trotted around to the driver’s side and slid in. And then they were on their way.

“… I’m sorry.” Reid suddenly said. Hotch frowned in confusion and glanced over at him.

“For what?”

“For letting Fiennes get the drop on me…” Reid mumbled.

Hotch looked at him again, then sighed. “Reid… that wasn’t your fault.”

“… I… I should have heard him… smelled him… something!”

“Reid… he grew up in the woods. He grew up like one of us. You didn’t. You never learned how to detect others in the woods. He learned how to sneak up on his prey undetected… I’m sorry, Spencer, but… you had no chance against him.”

Reid slowly looked up at Hotch, his wide eyes upset.

“It’s not your fault.” Hotch said gently.

“I almost got myself killed.” Reid gasped, shaking his head.

“That was my fault.”

“No, Hotch, it—“

“No, it was. I knew you weren’t experienced and the UnSub was. That alone should have been enough to keep you with me.”

Reid sighed.

“Spencer…”

“Yes?”

“Next full moon… as long as your arm is okay…” Hotch said slowly. “I want you to come run with me. In the woods.”

“What?” Reid asked, looking up with wide eyes.

“I want you to run with me.”

“… really?” Reid gasped. Hotch glanced over at Reid and smiled, then nodded.

“Yes.” He confirmed. And Reid’s face split into the most joyous smile he had ever seen on the boy…
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