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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 3

Reid jerked awake at a bang above him, then a strange squeaking and scraping. He lifted his head and looked around. The noise was coming from a panel in the wall… Reid slowly stood and made his way over to the panel. He blinked and sniffed… was that chicken he smelled? He lifted the panel. It was a dumb waiter! A small elevator used to move supplies between floors. Sitting on it was a large bowl full of soup, and five soup bowls with five spoons. Reid sighed and moved it all out and onto a small workbench off to the side. Reid turned and looked at his team. Morgan and Rossi were awake, watching him. Reid smiled and walked over to them, helping them to sit up.

"Hey, kid." Morgan rasped, wincing and coughing. Reid hurried to the box in the corner of the room and returned with cough syrup.

"Here… take this, Morgan." Reid said, offering him the small measuring cup. Morgan nodded, looking at Reid.

"Thanks, man."

"Reid?" Came a soft groan. Reid turned and smiled.

"Hey, Emily. How are you feeling?" Reid asked, moving to feel her forehead. "Can you sit up? We have soup."

"Soup? Oh… y-yeah…" She groaned, and Reid helped her sit up, propping the pillows up behind her. Then he moved to help Rossi do the same.

"Kid… I think I may need an escort to the bathroom…" The man groaned. Reid blinked, then smiled and nodded.

"Now?" He asked.

"After." Rossi said, and Reid nodded.

"Sure." He said, and moved back to the work bench. He ladled soup into the bowls and passed them out, staying close and helping his team whenever they needed it. They were weak and tired… their hands shook. Hotch awakened a few minutes later, and Reid did the same, helping the man sit up and bringing him soup.

Hotch stared at Reid for a while before finally settling to eat. His back to the others, Reid gave Hotch a small smile, gripping his knee for a moment before standing and turning. Hotch sighed, watching the young man move down the line, checking on Prentiss, Morgan and Rossi. Then he hurried back the length of the room, past Hotch, and through a door. Reid found himself in an old laundry and bathroom area. There was a toilet, sink, and a shower stall. Reid opened the small closet. It was full of towels and scrubs, just like what he was wearing. They were all the same size, but ultimately, they would probably fit everyone okay.

Reid turned on the water, waited for it to heat up, and then went out into the cellar.

"Who wants a shower?" He asked, smiling slightly.

"Me." Prentiss said, firmly, struggling to rise. Reid was by her side in moments.

"Lean on me." He said, and she looked at him. "I'll stay with you. I promise not to look."

"… Good thing it's the trustworthy guy who's healthy." Prentiss laughed slightly.

"Hey!" Morgan whined.

"Derek Morgan, you are a player." Prentiss teased. "And Rossi… I know your reputation." Rossi scowled, looking insulted. "And Hotch… you're my boss and that would just be too awkward." Hotch raised an eyebrow. "I think I'll trust the doctor." Reid smiled slightly.

"Come on." He said, and led her to the bathroom. He turned his back. "Let me know if you need help." Prentiss smiled at his back and began to strip off her clothes.

"… Can I… lean on you?" She asked.

"Uh… Y-Yeah…" Reid mumbled. She smiled. The back of his neck and his ears were red. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder, using him as a support while she got undressed. Then she weakly stumbled into the shower. Reid slowly sat down on the toilet, keeping his eyes averted. He heard Emily grunt and groan from time to time… he simple act of bathing was completely draining.

"Are you okay?" Reid called.

"Yeah… Yeah, I'm finished… God… my head…" Prentiss groaned. Reid stood.

"Okay. I'm not looking." Reid called. Prentiss stepped out, and despite her shaking legs, she couldn't help but grin. Reid was holding up a towel with his head turned and his eyes screwed tightly shut.

"Awww… such a gentleman." She teased, taking the towel. "Thanks, Reid."

"I uh… there's clothes…?" Reid stammered, face red. He groped around for a shirt and pants, and held them out, eyes still closed. Emily just shook her head, grinning, and pulled the scrubs on.

"Okay. It's safe." She said, and Reid opened his eyes, looking at her. He smiled shyly, and put an arm around her. She accepted the assistance gladly, leaning on him as he guided her back to her bed, helping her lie down and tucking her in.

"Who's next?" Reid asked with a small smile, looking at the men. All three raised their hands.

"Age before beauty, Morgan." Rossi snorted, already struggling to his feet. Reid grinned and moved to help him.

Rossi tried to be self sufficient, but he seemed to be the worst off out of the group. In The end, Reid had to help him dress and half carry him back to the bed. Rossi was cursing up a storm the whole time. Morgan laughed himself into a coughing fit, and Reid had to wait for the man to calm down before he could take Morgan for a shower. Surprisingly, Morgan it seemed, didn't need the help. He was the best off out of the group. But Reid still hovered close by.

Hotch was last. When Reid helped him to his feet, Hotch gripped his hand, tightly. The pair stared at each other for a moment, then Reid nodded, smiling. He helped Hotch into the bathroom and shut the door, just like with the others. As soon as he did, Hotch shoved him up against the wall, kissing him fiercely.

"You shouldn't have let him take you." The man gasped, staring at the younger agent. Reid shook his head.

"I couldn't stand it…" The boy gasped. "My team was in trouble and I wasn't with them. I had the opportunity to change it. I was able to save JJ, and managed to get to my team… to… to you. Perry's team is on the case, they'll find us." Reid said.

"… Reid. Please tell me that you didn't do this for me…" Hotch groaned.

"… Not completely?" Reid offered with a shy smile. Hotch sighed, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to Reid's his hand resting on Reid's cheek. Reid closed his eyes, gently holding Hotch's wrist. "I'm sorry, Aaron… but… I… I had to get JJ back to Henry and… I had to get to you…"

"Spencer… If you were the target, the last thing you should have done was given him what he wanted." Hotch murmured.

"I'm sorry…" Reid whimpered. "I… I had to… I… I'm so sorry… but I wouldn't do anything differently, Aaron. I wouldn't. Aside from going with you on the raid. That way only I would have been taken."

"I would be going out of my mind right now if you had been, Spencer."

"Just like I felt that I was going to go out of mine when I realized that he had abducted you to get to me." Reid pointed out. Hotch sighed, opening his eyes and staring at Reid. Reid stared back.

"… Perry's team?" He asked.

"Yeah. Perry, Kehoe, Derr, Patroni, Harper, Stuer and Barta."

"Barta is working with Garcia?"

"Yeah."

"I'll bet Kevin is loving that…" Hotch snorted, and Reid grinned.

"The uh… the water will get cold." Reid said, glancing at the shower. "And I would like to bathe, too."

"… So let's take a shower." Hotch said with a wink, and began to remove his tie. Reid gave Hotchner a smile, shaking his head.

"You're sick, Hotch. I'm not going to let you exhaust yourself." The boy said as the man undressed. Reid turned away and got down a pair of towels, and two sets of scrubs, pale blue in color.

"Reid?" Hotch murmured, and Reid jumped when he felt the strong hands on his waist. Hotch rubbed his hands up and down Reid's hips. "Are um… are you wearing anything under these?" Reid's eyes widened as he was pulled back into Hotch's body… his toned body was firm against Reid's and it was hot… more so than usual. Reid squirmed to get away.

"Hotch… you have a fever."

"Answer my question." Hotch said, smirking and holding Reid tight against his body.

"No! Get in the shower!" Reid squeaked.

"… Fine. I guess I'll find out for myself." Hotch grumbled. Reid froze.

"What? N-No! Get in the shower!" He cried, then stared down as Hotch pulled one of the strings at Reid's belly. The bow came undone. Hotch slid his fingers under the waistband of the pants and loosened them. The promptly fell down. Hotch grinned, chuckling.

"… Dr. Reid…" He growled in a low tone. "Are you… going commando, I think they call it?"

"… I have no idea WHAT they call it!" Reid gasped, watching with wide eyes as Hotch trailed fingers over his lower abdomen and upper thighs. "Hotch! Shower! Now! I swear, I will scream!"

"You'll scream?" Hotch laughed in disbelief, then turned his head and coughed, wincing.

"I'll scream for Morgan." Reid hissed.

"… That's hitting below the belt." Hotch snorted, and Reid spun around, and grabbed the man between the legs.

"No. THIS is. GET IN." Reid hissed. Hotch blinked down at Reid's hand firmly holding his equipment, then looked back up into Reid's eyes. Slowly, he smiled.

"Your eyes are beautiful like that…" He murmured gently stroking Reid's cheek, but he backed away and stepped into the shower. Reid sighed and shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. But a moment later, Hotch's hand shot out of the shower and grabbed his wrist, drawing him in. Reid squeaked.

"Hotch!" He yelped, but he was silenced quickly by Hotch's lips.

"I was happier knowing you were safe at the BAU." Hotch murmured.

"I was worried sick." Reid mumbled, pushing Hotch off and grabbing the soap. "If you're well enough to put the moves on me, you're well enough to wash yourself." He snapped, and began to shampoo his hair. Hotch blinked, then grinned and humored the boy. Then managed to finish up their shower right before the water got cold. They dried off and dressed.

"Reid." Hotch said, suddenly.

"Hm?"

"… Why are you the target?"

Reid stared at Hotch, then frowned and looked away.

"… Reid?"

"… He thinks I'm his soul mate." Reid said stiffly, and walked back out into the main room. Hotch stared after him, then followed. Reid was kneeling by Emily, giving her more medication and some water.

"Reid!" Hotch called, sharply. "… Soul mate?" The others blinked at Hotch. "What do you mean, soul mate?"

"I think that's pretty obvious, Hotch." Reid said, his tone flat. He stood and turned to look at his superior. "Shane thinks I'm his soul mate."

"What?" Morgan yelped.

"You? Why?" Emily asked.

"He told you his name?" Rossi blurted.

"Reid. Talk." Hotch said, firmly. He sat down on the bed. Reid stared at him, then slowly sat down on Emily's bedside.

"His name is Shane Harvey. He was born at 7:07, July 7th, 1957."

"Ew. You're being hit on by a guy in his fifties?"

"Don't remind me." Reid said.

"Go on." Rossi encouraged.

"The guy went to a psychic because he wanted guidance to find his soul mate." Reid continued. "And she told him that July 7th, 2007, at 7:07, he would find his soul mate. And apparently, at 07:07:07, I walked into the coffee shop he was in. And so therefore, he thinks we are destined to be together."

"why didn't he just approach you and ask you out?" Emily asked.

"… He was startled and confused." Reid explained. "He had expected someone closer to his own age. And didn't expect someone of the same gender. He said it took him a while to come to terms with it."

"Great. So now he's obsessed with you and believes the two of you are star crossed lovers." Rossi sighed, crossing his arms. Reid glanced at him, then nodded.

"Basically, yeah." The young man said.

"Damn, Reid." Morgan chuckled. "You sure bring out the weirdoes."

"I don't know why!" Reid cried, throwing his hands up into the air and pacing up and down the room. "Why the hell would anyone be attracted to ME?" And he gestured to himself. The team stared at his long, skinny frame. Hotch stared Reid in the eyes, a sad look in his own. He looked almost… hurt… insulted… Reid didn't notice. "Do I LOOK like I would be good in bed?"

Hotch realized in that moment that he was more sick than he realized… he almost blurted out "Well, you ARE!" He mentally shook himself.

"I dunno, Reid. Some people like 'em boney." Morgan teased, and Reid gave the man a look, folding his arms over his stomach in the classic defensive posture that was wholly Reid's.

"Reid…" Emily smiled, shaking her head. "It happens."

"This guy is almost twenty years older than me!" Reid cried. The agents all froze in silence when they heard footsteps overhead. A moment later, they heard a lock being turned and a door opened. Light flooded down the stairs.

"… Spencer?" Shane called. Reid stared at the stairs, eyes wide. "Would you bring the dishes up, please?"

"Reid." Hotch hissed, and Reid turned to look at the man. "Don't. Stay here."

"… I can't." Reid said, and gathered up the dishes, piling them into the large mixing bowl. "Hotch, lay down."

"STAY HERE." Hotch said, firmly. "Reid… That's an ORDER." Reid looked at the man.

"… Hotch." He gasped, looking torn. "… I'm sorry." And he hurried up the stairs.

"REID!" Morgan shouted. The door closed after Reid, and the lock turned. Hotch stared at Morgan, then ran across the room and stumbled up the stairs, putting his shoulder against it. The man yelped as pain shot down his arm. The door didn't budge.

"Hotch! Get down here before you FALL down here!" Rossi ordered.

On the other side of the door, Reid stared at the thing with wide eyes.

"Hotch…" He whimpered, then gasped when a strange hand curled around his waist, guiding him across the kitchen. Reid blinked and set the dishes down on the counter by the sink.

"Put them in the dishwasher." Shane murmured. Reid swallowed thickly and turned on the sink, beginning to rinse out the bowls and put them in the dishwasher, acutely aware of the hand in the small of his back. Every now and then, he would feel the man's breath on his neck. When Reid was finished with the dishes, Shane turned him around and pinned him up against the counter. Reid stared up at the man as fingers traced every contour of his face.

"… Come on." Shane said suddenly, smiling. "I'll show you around." And he took Reid's hand and drew him out of the room. "This is the dining room…" Reid raised an eyebrow at the childlike excitement in the man. "And… here's the living room. I'm sure we'll spend a lot of time together in here… Here's a study… it's just for you… Uh, bathroom is through here… and… this is the bedroom. We uh… we'll be spending a lot of time in here, too…" Shane said, looking nervously excited. Reid stared at the bed with a growing sense of dread.

"I uh… I don't think that we—"

"Shhhh…" Shane hissed, pressing a finger to Reid's lips. "We'll be in here a lot… Because if you ever say 'no'… or if you ever refuse me…" He held Reid's wrists and backed him into the wall. "… I'll kill them." Reid stared in horror, eyes wide. Shane smiled, suddenly looking completely innocent again. But the words coming out of his mouth were far from it… "If you refuse me in any way, I will kill them… one… by… one…" Reid stood stiff in shock when the man kissed him.

This man was completely out of touch with reality! Reid whimpered, pressing back into the wall as if trying to pass right through it. He tuned his head away.

"Please… please, I… you can't…" Reid gasped, eyes wide in terror. Shane stared at him, panting. But a moment later, he nodded.

"I know…" The man sighed, and backed away, nodding. "It's too soon." And he offered Reid a smile. The young man remained plastered against the wall, shaking. Shane turned and stared at the bed, then smiled at Reid again. "so… I have to go to the store. What do you like?"

"… What?" Reid gasped, unable to comprehend the deranged mind before him.

"What do you like to eat?" Shane asked.

"… I… I need soup. Um… sports drinks. My team. They need the fluids… and they need to keep their um… electrolytes at a stable level… and… stuff?"

"I asked what YOU wanted." Shane said, his tone suddenly annoyed.

"I want what they NEED." Reid said, firmly.

"why are THEY so important?" Shane snapped, anger in his eyes.

"They're my family!" Reid cried. "You KNOW that! They mean more to me than anyone else in this world!" Shane stared.

"… What about your mother?"

"They mean just as much to me as she does." Reid said, unafraid to admit it.

"Your father?"

"… We're not close." Reid snorted, looking away. Shane walked up to him.

"… What about me?" The man asked, taking Reid's hand.

"What ABOUT you?" Reid snapped, jerking his hand away. "You're an obsessed psychotic who kidnapped me and my team just because I happened to walk into a coffee shop when you were there!" Shane stared, eyes wide. "and now you're giving me a tour like I want to be here? You belong in a sanitarium more than my mother does!"

Reid knew the instant the words left his mouth that he had made a big mistake. Insane fury flashed through Shane and he swung his hand through the air, bringing it across Reid's face with a loud crack. Reid gasped and stumbled to the side, lifting a hand to the side of his face. His jaw was throbbing, and he tasted blood.

"I did all of this for YOU!" Shane hissed, looking as though Reid had hit him, and not vice versa. "I got this house so I could have someplace nice to bring you home to!" Reid stared at the man in alarm, unable to speak. There were tears of fury in the man's eyes. Reid recoiled when the man lunged. He seized Reid's collar and slammed him into the wall, raising his hand and slapping Reid again. Reid yelped, head whipping to the side. Shane brought his hand back in the other direction, striking Reid's other cheek with the back of his hand. Reid stumbled, and Shane shoved him to the floor. He glared down as Reid scrambled away. He took a deep breath and pursued the boy across the room and out the door. Reid stumbled to his feet and ran. Shane followed, eyes deadly. He found Reid fumbling with the lock on the door to the cellar.

"… You want them, FINE!" The man roared, grabbing Reid by the back of the neck and squeezing the pressure points there. Reid whimpered, clawing at his hand. Shane unlocked the door, and shoved Reid through. Reid gasped as the floor disappeared under his feet. Then he pitched down the stairs, tumbling head over heels before finally landing on the floor with a significant crash.

"REID!" Morgan yelped, and the agents all leapt from their beds… with the exception of Rossi. He more rolled out of his. They all hurried to Reid's side as the boy curled up in fetal position, grimacing in pain and rocking himself slightly. He let out a whimpering groan, wincing at the touches of his team… his entire body was aching, but harsh spikes of fire flared up in a few places.

"Get him up." Hotch said, and Reid felt strong hands lifting him and carrying him across the room, laying him down on the bed that had originally been JJ's… it was between Hotch and Emily's beds.

"… I'll be okay…" Reid finally gasped. He felt one of Hotch's hands on his forehead, and the other holding Reid's hand.

"… He hit you." The man said, softly. Reid nodded.

"I'll be okay." He said again, looking up at his boss.

"Anything broken?" Rossi asked, then winced and turned his head away, coughing.

"Get back into bed." Reid told him. "All of you." Morgan grinned.

"No way, kid. Answer Rossi."

"… Nothing broken." Reid said, moving around, gingerly. "Probably just bruising…" He lifted a hand and wiped the blood away from the corner of his mouth.

"What made him snap?" Emily asked.

"… Me. I uh… I refused his advances." Reid admitted.

"Reid, you have to be careful!" Emily gasped, and Reid stared at her.

"… He KISSED me!" The young man cried. He felt Hotch tighten his grip on his hand, angrily. He glanced at Hotch. The man looked livid.

"Reid…" Emily sighed.

"… I'll be careful, I'll be careful…" Reid groaned. "Now get back into BED! ALL OF YOU!" And he struggled to sit up.

"Stay in bed, Reid." Rossi said.

"Not if YOU won't!"

"Alright…" Morgan laughed. "If we get back into bed, will YOU stay in bed?"

"… Yes." Reid said.

"Okay. Everyone back to bed." Morgan said, and he helped Rossi across the room. Emily smiled at Reid and returned to her own bed. Hotch didn't move. He just stared down at Reid.

"Spencer…" He murmured softly.

"… I'm okay, Hotch." Reid said. "I just… didn't want him touching me."

"If you get the chance to get away… take it."

"No."

"Reid…"

"NO! I won't leave you here!" Reid cried. "Now get back into bed!"

Hotch stared at Reid, then sighed and obeyed. Reid winced and slowly turned onto his side, facing Hotch as the man laid down in his side to face Reid. Reid gave him a small smile. Hotch blinked, and returned it. Slowly, the five BAU Agents fell asleep.
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