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Anything For You
Hatochiisai
I do not own Criminal Minds, nor do I own Where White Men Fear To Tread. That belongs to the author, Russell Means.
Slash warning Hotch/Reid, UnSubOC/Reid (non-con)

Chapter 4

Reid was the first to awake in the morning. At least… he THOUGHT it was morning… Slowly, he dragged himself out of bed, wincing at the pain in his body. He rummaged through the box of supplies that Shane had given him and was relieved to find a bottle of Ibuprofen. He shook four pills into his hand and tossed them into his mouth, swallowing them dry. Then he moved down the line of beds, waking his team mates and giving them their doses of pills and cough syrup. Rossi's fever had gotten worse. He had the chills, aches, and was now too weak to make it to the bathroom on his own. Reid had to help the man.
When he got Rossi back in bed, he checked on the others. Anxiety growing in him, he realized that they had all gotten worse over night. Morgan was still the best out of the bunch. Hotch and Emily were about the same. Emily had the cough worse than Hotch, but Hotch had a higher fever and had the chills worse than she did.
Reid made them all drink a good amount of water before he assisted them all with their showers. Morgan was still able to manage on his own, but Reid had to help Rossi and ended up just as soaking wet as the older man. Shivering, Reid helped Emily, who he was glad to see was still in good enough spirits to tease him about looking like a drowned rat. Reid humored her and went along with the teasing.
Finally, he helped Hotch. He was partially relieved that the man didn't make a pass at him in the shower, but was also worried… That told him that Hotch wasn't feeling well at all. He helped him bathe, dry off and dress, and then he took a shower himself. By then, the water was cold. Teeth chattering, Reid left the bathroom and checked the dumb waiter, hoping that there would be soup. He was disappointed. Slowly, he sat down on his bed, watching his resting teammates. They had to eat…
Reid winced. Shane had said that he would have to EARN the things his team needed. Reid had a feeling that he had blown it. If he wanted his team to eat, he would have to give something in return. Reid shuddered when he thought of what that something might be. But he looked at his team… he looked at Hotch… and he decided that whatever it was, he was willing to do it. Slowly, he stood and moved across the cellar, and climbed the stairs, gritting his teeth against the pain in his aching body. When he got to the top, he knocked. After a bit, he heard footsteps. The lock clicked, and the door opened. Shane stood there. When he saw Reid's face, his eyes widened.
"… Your face." He gasped. Reid just stared at him. Slowly, Shane reached up and brushed his finger tips over the bruises on the boy's cheek. "… I'm sorry." Reid screwed up his courage, took a deep breath, and nodded.
"You are forgiven." He said. Shane blinked, then grinned and stepped aside, letting Reid step into the kitchen. Reid nodded his thanks and walked in, bare feet slapping softly on the cheap linoleum. He wrapped his arms around his abdomen and looked around, awkwardly. A moment later, he took a deep breath.
"I like coffee." He said, turning and looking at Shane. Shane blinked. "Yesterday. You asked me what I wanted. From the store." Shane blinked again, then smiled and slowly sat down. "I like coffee. With sugar. Lots of sugar."
Shane nodded, staring at Reid, hanging off of his every word. Reid slowly sat down at the table with him. "… I like cereal. Chocolate Lucky Charms are my favorite." Shane grinned at that.
"Not much on nutrition, are you?" He asked.
"… Not really, no." Reid admitted with a shrug. "I like tomato soup and grilled cheese. My mom used to make me that for lunch on cold days… with hot cocoa. And warm cinnamon apple sauce."
"… You're lucky." Shane said, reaching out and covering Reid's hand with his own. "My mom was never around."
"Your father wasn't either. Was he?" Reid asked. Shane blinked, then chuckled.
"Don't profile me, Spencer. Not yet." And he winked. Reid forced his lips to curl up slightly, and he glanced down at the table top… at his hand covered by Shane's… Shane slid his hand under Reid's and lifted it up. He stared down at the long pale fingers in his own dark, weathered hand. Shane sighed and his eyes moved up thoughtfully. Up the long thin arm to the bony shoulder… then his eyes fell on Reid's chest. He reached out and brushed his fingers along the gold chain that hung around Reid's neck. He pulled it out and narrowed his eyes at the ring the chain was looped through.
"What's this?" He asked, genuinely curious. He eyed the ring.
"It's just… something." Reid mumbled. "A gift."
"From whom?" Shane asked, cocking his head. Reid's mind raced. The stone was a ruby. It was Hotch's birthstone. Hotch wore a matching ring on a chain around his neck. That stone was Reid's birthstone; a fire opal.
Reid had gotten the idea from JJ and Will. They wore rings with Henry's birthstone in it. Hopefully, Shane wouldn't know what Henry's birthstone was…
"… It… it's Henry's birthstone. My Godson." Reid lied.
"… I see." Shane said, smiling slightly. "More family."
"Yes." Reid agreed, nodding. "More family."
"Must be nice."
"It is." Reid said, smiling. "It's the best thing in the world."
"… It's all I've ever wanted." Shane said, holding tightly to Reid's hand. He stared into the young man's golden brown eyes. "I want a family… I want you to be my family…" And he reached up, laying a hand on the side of Reid's neck, his thumb reaching up and gently stroking his bruised cheek. Reid kept control of himself. He drew in a deep breath, then let it out, lightly closing his eyes. The thumb gently caressed his lower lip, lingering where it was cut and swollen.
"I'm sorry…" Shane whispered, drawing closer. Reid said nothing. He didn't pull away or recoil. He sat still, letting Shane make every move. He had to. For his team… They needed him. Shane watched Reid's face for a moment, before leaning forwards and gently pressing his lips to Reid's. Reid winced slightly, but didn't recoil. He just let the man kiss him. After a few moments, Shane drew away. He stared at Reid, a look of wonder on his face, then smiled.
"… I'll make a grocery list." Shane said, and hurried over to the counter. He pulled out a drawer and returned to the table with a pad of paper and a pen. "… Coffee and sugar. Chocolate Lucky Charms… Tomato soup, grilled cheese, apple sauce…" He grinned up at Reid. "what else?"
"… I uh… I like pasta." Reid said. "Broccoli. But no spinach. I like green beans. My mom, she… she used to make green bean casserole at Thanksgiving. It was my favorite part of the meal. She would make extra. And I would eat it all week long."
"What else would she make?" Shane asked.
"… Garlic mashed potatoes…" Reid said, smiling at the memory. "Turkey and stuffing, of course. Sweet potatoes with marshmallows melted on top…"
"… Thanksgiving is coming up in a couple of days." Shane mused, leaning back. "I've never had a family to celebrate it with… until now." He grinned at Reid, who smiled back, hesitantly.
"You know…" Reid said, suddenly. "Thanksgiving is actually nothing but a big lie." Shane blinked. "We are told that the first Thanksgiving dinner was the pilgrims and the Wampanoag people, led by the Pilgrim Fathers and Wampanoag Chief Massasoit. They had a feast to celebrate their friendship. Truth is, Massasoit and the Wampanoag are the only reason the Pilgrims even survived the first two years. They would have died without the help of the Indians. After Massasoit died, the Pilgrims made up false accusations to attack and slaughter the Wampanoag, including Massasoit's son and successor, Metacomet. In the 1970's the Wampanoag found the true documentation of the first Thanksgiving celebration."
Shane stared at Reid, baffled as the boy continued. "Russell Means gives us a brief summary of what that was in his autobiography. He said, 'After a colonial militia had returned fromt5 murdering the men, women and children of an Indian village, the governor proclaimed a holiday and feast to give thanks for the massacre. He also encouraged other colonies to do likewise—in other words, every autumn after the crops are in, go kill Indians and celebrate your murders with a feast.' Pretty morbid, huh?"
"… Uh… where did you read that?" Shane asked, weakly.
"Where White Men Fear to Tread." Reid told him. "It's the autobiography of Russell Means."
"… Who?"
"He's an American Indian Rights Activist."
"… Okay…" Shane said, slowly. Reid just smiled, pleased. He had effectively killed THAT conversation. (AN: I highly recommend 'Where White Men Fear to Tread' to anyone with any interest in the American Indians. Russell Means is an admirable man)
"Oh. I like chicken nuggets." Reid announced, randomly. Shane blinked, and added that to his grocery list.

Morgan looked up when the door opened. Emily and Hotch sat up and Rossi turned his head. Reid walked down the stairs with slow deliberate movements. In his arms was a mixing bowl full of hot soup, bowls and spoons in a shopping back hanging from his arm. He saw his team, and grinned.
"Hungry?"
"Are you okay?" Hotch asked, immediately. "Did he hurt you?"
"No." Reid said, setting the bowl down on the workbench and beginning to ladle soup into the bowls. "I just… co-operated."
"… What do you mean." Hotch demanded, a dangerous tone in his voice.
"He asked me questions, I answered. I talked to him, calmly and rationally. I didn't antagonize him. I got him comfortable. And when he touched me… I didn't trying to get away. That would have angered him."
"He touched you?" Hotch barked, sitting straight up. He winced and groaned as he head throbbed. Reid smiled.
"He held my hand. Touched my bruises. And he apologized." Reid said. He decided it would be best if Hotch DIDN'T know about the kiss… He walked over to Hotch and helped to prop him up against pillows. "Here." He said, and handed the man a bowl of soup. "Finish it all." He said, then retrieved a bowl for Emily and Morgan. He struggled to help Rossi sit up, and then he sat on the edge of the bed. He spooned up some of the soup and moved it to Rossi's mouth. Rossi gave him a look.
"I can feed myself, kid."
"… Your suffering tremors, Rossi." Reid said, gently. "I let you feed yourself and you'll end up getting scalded."
"I don't need your damn help!"
"… A wise man knows his limitations." Reid said, suddenly. "He knows when to accept help." Rossi GLARED at Reid, but sat back in an angry huff. Reid smiled and fed the man his soup. Morgan snorted into his bowl.
"If you progress the way Rossi has, I'll be feeding you, too." Reid snapped at him. Morgan shut up. Rossi stared at Reid, who gave him a small smile. The elder agent snorted, then winked at Reid. Reid grinned. When Rossi was finished, Reid collected everyone's bowls and set them on the workbench, then poured the remainder of the soup into the last bowl for himself. He hadn't eaten a thing in thirty six hours. He sighed, staring at the soup, then looked up.
"Is anyone still hungry?" He asked. He would be fine. Shane was bringing more food. He could wait. He gave the last bit of soup to Morgan. Then he assisted his team mates' to the bathroom, made sure they didn't need anything else, and watched over them as they slept.
Reid looked up when Shane called his name from the door at the top of the stairs. Reid sighed and went up to him.
"Help me put the groceries away?" The man asked, smiling. Reid blinked, then nodded. To his surprise, Shane led him outside and to the car. Reid picked up a paper bag and carried it into the kitchen. And there on the counter, were the keys. The car. The keys. The door. It was wide open. Reid's heart pounded. There it was. The means to escape. The means for HIM to escape. And only him…
He turned and looked at the door to the basement. He could never save himself AND the others… He could run… but would end up leaving his team mates to die… he couldn't do that. Even if he could get some of them out… Rossi was too weak. They would either have to leave him behind, or the one who was helping him would be caught… either way… if Reid ran, one, if not all of his team mates in the basement would die. And Reid wasn't willing to let that happen. He took a deep breath and went back outside to bring in more groceries.
Once they had finished bringing the groceries in, they began to put things away. Shane seemed to delight in showing Reid where everything went… he kept touching him… a brush of the shoulders… a touch to his hand… standing at a cabinet hip to hip. Reid noticed every touch… knew that each and every touch was deliberate. He sighed when they were done. Shane was folding the paper bags and laying them down in a neat pile on the floor of the pantry. Then he turned and looked at Reid.
"… Hungry?"
"… Very." Reid admitted, forcing himself to smile at Shane. The man nodded.
"What uh… what would you like?"
"… This is fine…" Reid said with a shrug, pulling a can of Spaghetti-O's out of the pantry. "Ooh… this one has meatballs!" Shane grinned broadly at that.
"… Knock yourself out." He said. "I'll be in the living room. Join me when you're done." And he walked out of the kitchen. Reid stared after him, then turned and looked at the car keys again. He would never be able to get his team out to the car undetected… there were car keys within reach. A car right outside. The doors were unlocked. And Reid was unsupervised. And yet, he was still a prisoner, unable to leave… shackled by his team, unwilling to leave them. He would die before he let Shane hurt them…
Sighing, Reid opened the can, dumped the Spaghetti-O's into a bowl, and shoved it into a microwave. As he heated up, he grabbed a can of soda and popped it open, slurping it. When the microwave beeped, he pulled out the bowl, stirred the stuff inside and grabbed a spoon and an apple. Then he went out into the living room.
Shane was sitting on the sofa, watching television. He turned and smiled at Reid, and pat the seat beside him. Reid took a deep breath and walked over, sitting down beside the man. He set his soda and bowl on the coffee table and leaned back, biting into the apple and staring at the TV. Shane stared at him. Or, at the corner of his mouth, to be precise. A single droplet of juice from the apple sparkled on the corner of Reid's lips. Shane slowly ran his tongue over his lips, then blinked and turned back to the TV. He picked up the remote control and began to channel surf… he stopped on the news. Reid stared.
It was showing a press conference… Agent Stuer, the communications liaison for Perry's team was at the podium. To his right… was JJ. Stuer, an attractive young man with mocha skin, dark eyes and rich golden brown hair, was informing the media to be on the outlook for a tall, well built white male with reddish hair in his forties. And a sketch was shown. Shane stared.
"… That's you." Reid said, blinking.
"… How…?"
"You were seen by several agents." Reid told him. "Perry, Kehoe… and JJ." Shane sighed.
"… We'll have to stay hidden and lie low…" The man said, and put an arm around Reid, changing to the Discovery Channel and looking to the boy for his approval. Reid just grunted and shoveled Spaghetti-O's into his mouth. He finished quickly, his stomach quiet pleased. He picked up the apple and bit into it again. He noticed Shane watching him in his peripheral vision…
Reid ignored it. He watched the documentary on wild mustangs… the stallions were the herd protectors… but the herd was led by a dominant female; the lead mare. She picked out the safe paths for the herd to take while the stallion followed behind, keeping the herd together and not allowing any healthy horse to fall behind. He would watch over the herd and protect them from predators, and other stallions. The competition between stallions was fierce… their lives were devoted to expanding their harem of mares… they would do battle with one another, trying to keep their own mares while trying to steal mares from each other.
Reid was so absorbed in the documentary that he didn't notice Shane leaning close… Suddenly, there were lips covering his. Reid gasped, jerking away. Shane stared, then smiled. "I didn't mean to startle you…" The man whispered. He curled an arm around Reid and drew him in, kissing him once more. Reid squeaked, eyes wide. He lost his balance, slumping back onto the sofa with Shane on top of him. The man moaned slightly and Reid winced, squirming. The apple fell from his hand and rolled across the floor.
"Please…" Reid whimpered, turning away. "I… don't… I'm not ready…"
"Shhh… you're just nervous…" Shane hissed. "Everyone is the first time… it is your first time, right?"
"… Yes…" Reid lied. In that moment, he was SO glad that he wasn't a virgin. His first time had been with Hotch… and he didn't regret it. Hotch had been his first… he had hoped that Hotch would be his only… but he had a feeling that this hope would not remain reality for too much longer. He could only try to keep it intact as long as possible.
"Don't be afraid… before you know it, it will feel… RIGHT." Shane hissed. Reid shook his head, trembling from head to foot. He didn't want this… he didn't want to be forced… He closed his eyes tightly.
He didn't want to be raped…
"… Alright." Shane said suddenly, and then the weight of his body was gone. Reid didn't move. "Spencer… It's okay." And Reid opened his eyes, staring at Shane. Shane stared back, then winced and looked away. "You're afraid."
"… I… I'm sorry, I… I'm just… not ready…" Reid mumbled, slowly sitting up and scooting away. "… I should get back to my team… Rossi isn't doing well…" Shane looked up at him, then nodded. He stood and followed Reid to the kitchen.
"Here." He said, and handed Reid a case of 24 oz. bottles of Fruit Punch Gatorade. Reid nodded.
"Thank you…" He murmured. Shane nodded, then leaned forward and kissed him, gently. Then he opened the door and watched Reid go down the stairs. He closed the door, and locked it. Reid shuddered. He dropped the Gatorade when he reached the bottom of the stairs and checked on his team mates, feeling their foreheads with shaking hands. When he had determined that they were no worse, he sat down on his own little cot and took a deep breath. He drew his knees up to his chest and leaned against the wall. He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.
"Reid?" He jumped and turned.
"Emily…"
"Are you okay?"
"Uh… yeah."
"You look pale."
"… You look flushed." Reid said, standing and moving around to her bedside, feeling her face. "Like down, Emily. You need to rest."
"Reid… we're all sleeping probably eighteen hours a day right now." She caught Reid's hand and studied his face. "What are YOU doing when we're asleep?"
"… Well. Today, I helped Shane put away groceries. Then I had Spaghetti-O's and watched a documentary on the Discovery Channel." Reid said, shrugging. "It's only 2pm." Emily stared. "I'm fine." Reid assured her with a smile. He turned when Rossi started coughing. He quickly brought the man more cough syrup, then passed some out to the others.
"Reid." Emily said, firmly. Reid glanced at her as he helped Hotch take the cough syrup and gulp down some Gatorade… the man made a face.
"I hate fruit punch…" He bitched, making Reid smile.
"Yes Emily?"
"Did he touch you again?" She demanded to know. Reid winced, wishing to God that she hadn't asked that when he was right there with Hotch. The man was getting very anxious and protective about Reid.
"… Nothing big." Reid said, shrugging nonchalantly. "Held my hand… casual brushes against me when we were putting away groceries… put his arm around me on the sofa while we watched TV…"
"And?" Hotch growled. Reid mentally damned the team of profilers he was in a room with.
"… He kissed me. He wanted more. I didn't give him anything. Told him I wasn't ready."
"… Reid…" Morgan called from across the room. "You need to watch yourself, man. This guy's not gonna take that excuse for long."
"I'll use it as long as I can." Reid said, firmly. Hotch stared at him, then struggled to get up. Reid reached out to him.
"Bathroom." Hotch mumbled. Reid nodded, ducking his head under Hotch's arm and helping him to the bathroom. Once the door was closed, Hotch pressed Reid against the wall.
"Spencer…" The man murmured, his eyes filled with concern.
"… I promise…" Reid whispered. "He's kissed me. Twice. That's it."
"Morgan is right." Hotch told him. Reid winced.
"… I… I know…" He admitted. He sighed as Hotch pressed his hot, sweaty forehead to Reid's. "I don't want him to touch me…" Reid finally whimpered. Hotch winced, wrapping his arms around the young man, holding him close.
"I know…" He gasped, holding Reid as the boy wept in fear at what was surely in his future. "I know…"
"… I love you, Aaron…"
"… I know." Hotch croaked, running his hand up and down Reid's back.
"… He asked about the ring." Reid said, suddenly. "… I told him it was a gift from JJ and Will… that it's Henry's birthstone." Hotch blinked, then grinned.
"Smart thinking." He said, pulling away and kissing Reid's forehead.
"I don't even want to think about what would happen if he knew the truth." Reid told the elder man, frowning. "I uh… told him I was virgin." Hotch chuckled.
"Quite a lie… I can personally vouch that you AREN'T." He said, and Reid smiled slightly. He leaned forwards, and kissed the elder.
"You should use the bathroom. The others will get suspicious." He told Hotch. The man sighed and nodded. He did his business and allowed Reid to help him back to his bed. Once Hotch was settled, Reid checked on the others, kneeling next to Rossi's bed for quite some time. He frowned and hurried into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a wet cloth, which he laid over the man's forehead.

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