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The X Files

Ahmose Inarus

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

Hotch/Reid

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Chapter 4

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The FBI Agents all looked up when Hotch joined them for breakfast.

“How is Agent Reid?” Scully asked.

“Tired.” Hotch said. “I’m just gonna let him sleep himself out… Those cuts on his back will be fine in a day or two. And he has a bit of bruising around his throat, but...” He trailed off.

“It’s interesting.” Rossi said, suddenly. “This UnSub seems very focused on Reid.”

“He seems to find it easy to penetrate his mind.” Mulder said, sipping his orange juice. “Dr. Reid said that the UnSub remarked on how weak his mental defenses are.”

“Hm…” Rossi mused, thinking about this. The group finished breakfast and headed into the local PD.

“Garcia.” Morgan said to his phone as they walked in. “I need you to look up everything there is on a Nagi in this town… No, baby girl. I have no idea. Just wing it… Uh huh… We need to know where to find him. Now work me a little magic. Thanks.” He hung up and joined the group. Mulder and Rossi were comparing notes.

At lunch time Reid joined them, looking rested and ready to get back to work. By then, Garcia was ready to report. The group sat around the phone.

“You’re in luck. Only one person in that town with that name. Nagi Naoe, fifteen years old. His mother and father are dead.” The woman said. “He’s adopted. His biological parents are unknown. He was left on the steps of a hospital. They thought it had only been an hour or so since he had been born. He was in and out of foster care for years. There are a LOT of accounts of his foster families returning him to child services because something was wrong with him. They never really explain what was meant by that. The other kids would pick on him. Child Service Agents were concerned with how he was always alone. He never had any friends.

“He was eight when he was finally adopted, but he was in and out of the emergency room. Then, nine months after he was adopted , his mother was admitted to the hospital for alcohol poisoning. She didn’t make it. And less than a month later, neighbors reported a disturbance at their residence. When the cops arrived, they found a nine year old boy curled up in the corner with his father dead on the floor. Cause of death was ruled as blunt force trauma.

“What happened to Nagi?” Reid asked, frowning.

“Back into Foster Care.” Garcia said. “But… It seems that when Nagi turned thirteen, a man showed up at the children’s home he was in. He said that he understood Nagi and claimed that he could foster him when no one else kept him for more than a month. It took him a while, but he finally was able to foster him. And Nagi has been with him ever since.”

“Foster parents couldn’t keep him for a month… but this guy has kept him for years?” Hotch asked, frowning. “Garcia, what do we know about this man?”

“American by birth, but he’s also a citizen of Japan. His name is Bradley Crawford. I’m guessing that the reason he’s been able to keep Nagi is because he’s never there. He travels back and forth between here and Japan. And he’s usually over there.”

“What is he doing?”

“… I don’t know for sure. But… it appears that he works for a politician over there.” Garcia said.

“Where is he now?” Hotch asked.

“Japan. But there’s a plane ticket in his name to return in two days.”

“Alright. When he comes back, I want someone waiting for him. I want to talk to this man.” Hotch said.

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The team spent the day going over things. Nagi was not at school. Nor was he at the house that he was supposed to live in. They couldn’t find the boy anywhere. No one at his school knew him. They knew OF him, but… no one knew anything about him other than what he looked like. Most didn’t even know his name. Not even his teachers could offer anything about the teenage boy.

His neighbors were even less helpful. They didn’t even know his name… no one in this town knew a damn thing about him. The only ones who did were his foster families. But they wouldn’t talk. The only thing they got was what something was wrong with him. One woman said that the boy was a demon in disguise. Another said he was the Antichrist. But none of them could tell them much more than the fact that the boy was NOT normal and they never wanted to see him again.

After a long day of interviews, the team was more than happy to head back to their motel rooms. They all ended up in Mulder’s room somehow, eating pizza and tossing around ideas. When they eventually were ready to call it a night, Reid stayed with Mulder. They were going to go over everything that Reid picked up on from Nagi when the teenager was in the young Agent’s head.

Everyone bid them good night and good luck, and headed to bed.

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Hotch wasn’t sure what woke him. He blinked and slowly turned. He was alone. He checked the clock. It was almost 2 am. And Reid wasn’t back. Hotch groaned and slowly rolled out of bed, prepared to go down to Mulder’s room and fetch his subordinate. Reid’s work ethic was something that Hotch admired, but for God’s sake, the boy was only human! He needed to sleep!

Hotch stepped outside and walked down to Mulder’s room. When he got there, he noticed that there was still a light on. And he heard voices. But they weren’t talking…

“Nnnh… God…” Hotch’s eyes widened and his heart stopped. He recognized Reid’s voice… he had heard it sound like that so many times… There was a gap between the curtains… Hotch peered through. And he saw Reid on his back on the bed, naked, head thrown back in passion. His body moved, not only as he squirmed about, but with the forceful thrusts of the other Agent hanging over him.

“Oh God… Ah… Please… Fox, please!” Reid cried out, arching his back. Numb, Hotch turned and walked away. He stepped back into his own room and slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. After a bit, he lay down again. Not long after, the door opened and Reid slipped in. He stole across the room and into the bathroom. He showered and walked back into the bedroom, then slid into the bed. Hotch set his jaw when Reid curled into his body. But he gave no sign that he was awake…

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“You’re up early.” Scully said, walking into the little breakfast nook of the motel lobby. Hotch looked up at her, silently, then shrugged. “… What’s wrong?”

“I saw something last night.” Hotch said. “And I don’t know whether or not it was real. I… I hope that it was the UnSub messing with my mind.”

“What did you see?” She asked.

“… Agent Mulder. Can I ask you something about him?”

“… I guess.”

“… What is his sexual preference?”

“… What?!”

“Why do you want to know?” Mulder asked, sitting down. He looked mildly amused and curious. Hotch stared at him, slightly startled.

“What did you see last night?” Scully asked.

“… What time did Reid leave your room, Agent Mulder?” Hotch asked.

“… Um… about half an hour after you left. So… around midnight?”

“Wait… You saw Mulder and Agent Reid?” Scully asked, looking skeptical.

“Saw us what?” Reid asked, sitting down. Hotch stared at him. This conversation was getting better and better… All three Agents were staring at him now.

“Agent Scully. Agent Mulder.” Hotch said with a sigh. “There’s something you should know first. Agent Reid and I are… involved.” The pair stared at him and Reid blinked.

“… Romantically?” Scully asked. Hotch nodded. “You saw Agent Mulder and Agent Reid…?”

“You WHAT?!” Reid yelped staring at Hotch, and Mulder raised an eyebrow. Then Reid and Mulder eyed each other.

“Um… I like Dr. Reid. But not like that…” The man chuckled. Hotch frowned.

“… Is that why you got up and walked out in the middle of the night?” Reid asked. Hotch looked at him. “You got up around 2 am and walked out. You came back a minute or two later and went back to sleep.”

“… You were there the whole time?!” Hotch asked.

“… Yeah. I called after you. But you didn’t answer. I was about to go after you when you came back.” Reid said, laying his hand over Hotchner’s hand.

“… We can’t believe anything we see and hear, can we?” Hotch gasped.

“Yeah…” Reid sighed. “… Well… I guess it’s good to know that you have more faith in me than to just believe something like that.”

“But what would have happened had he NOT know that there was a powerful psychic that can make us see things?” Mulder asked.

“… Mulder!” Scully exclaimed in a scolding tone.

“Good question.” Reid said, turning and looking at Hotch. “What WOULD you have believed, Aaron?”

“… You’re just trying to make me squirm, aren’t you?” Hotch asked, looking annoyed. Reid just grinned.

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Morgan groaned as he woke. It was just after midnight. The team had spent an entire day interviewing more people and going over more documents. And watching Hotch watch Reid. The man seemed shaken after what he had seen the night before… They also noticed him watching Reid and Mulder with narrowed eyes whenever the pair had their heads together, comparing notes. Which they did quite a lot.

Morgan frowned and sat up… Was that shouting? Was that Hotch?! He frowned and looked at the wall separating his room from Hotch and Reid’s.

There was a muffled crack, and then a muffled cry. Morgan frowned and stood, grabbing his gun and moving out of his room and over to Hotch and Reid’s. He could hear them better now.

“Aaron! Please, stop!” He heard Reid sob. “You’re hurting me!”

“Shut up!” Hotch snapped, and Reid cried out as he was struck again. “I thought you wanted this… You went to Agent Mulder for it, didn’t you?!”

“N-No! Hotch, please! It wasn’t real! I didn’t!”

“You’re lying! You had sex with him… I saw it! And you’re using the UnSub’s abilities to hide it!”

“Aaron, no! AH!”

“SHUT UP!!!” Hotch shouted, and Morgan shook his head at Reid’s pained cries. He lifted his foot and lashed out, kicking the door in.

“HOTCH!” He shouted, and pointed his gun at the man. He stared in horror, unable to believe what he was seeing. Hotch was on his knees on the bed, straddling Reid. The boy was laid out on his side, curled up in a fetal position, his arms curled up to protect his face. Said face was streaked with tears, and blood trickled from his nose and a split lip. Hotch had Reid’s hair fisted in one hand, and his other was raised to strike again.

“Let him go, Hotch!” Morgan commanded. Hotch lowered his hand and released Reid’s hair, then lowered his hands to the front of his pants. Morgan suddenly felt sick. He couldn’t see what Hotch was doing, but it was easy to guess. He was putting himself away… Morgan’s eyes drifted down… There were spots of blood on the bed sheets beneath Reid’s buttocks and thighs, and the boy was whimpering brokenly.

“Hotch… What did you do…?” Morgan breathed, looking pained. Slowly Hotch stood, his feet still on either side of Reid. He stared at Morgan, eyes dark.

“Morgan, go back to bed.” The man said. “We’re just talking.”

“Like hell you are! What did you do to him?!” Morgan shouted.

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Reid cried out in pleasure as he reached his release. He mewled and whimpered as Hotch continued to thrust into his body, the elder man seeking his own release now. He gasped as he felt the hard length within him pulse, and then a rush of heat filled him. He purred and nuzzled into the arms of his lover.

“So…” Reid murmured after a while. “You saw me sleeping with Agent Mulder?”

“… Yes.” Hotch grumbled. Reid smirked. He couldn’t help it. He had to tease him.

“Was I enjoying it?” He asked. Hotch sat up and stared down at Reid, a disgusted look of annoyance on his face. Reid grinned. “Well?” He prompted.

“… You shut your mouth.” Hotch snorted, laying a hand on Reid’s cheek and pushing it to the side in a gentle mockery of a slap across the face.

“No.” Reid said, the picture of mischief. “I won’t shut it… But you can fill it…” Reid purred, running a tongue over his lips and reaching a hand out, teasing his lover’s spent member with his fingers. Hotch smirked.

“I might just have to do that.” He said, reaching out and fisting his hand in Reid’s hair, holding his head steady. But then the door suddenly slammed open. Hotch and Reid turned and stared when Morgan entered, his gun pointed at Hotch.

“HOTCH!” Morgan shouted. Reid’s eyes widened.

“Morgan?!” Hotch half yelped. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Aaron… His eyes.” Reid breathed. Morgan’s eyes were dark and unfocused.

“Let him go, Hotch!” Morgan demanded, loudly.

“Morgan… snap out of it.” Hotch said, tucking his manhood away into the pants that he had never managed to actually get rid of, only having pulled them down enough to free his erection and slake his lust within his lover’s body. Morgan’s eyes moved over Reid.

“Hotch… What did you do?” The agent breathed, looking ill. Reid and Hotch could only imagine what he was seeing.

“Morgan…” Reid whimpered. “He didn’t do anything. Put the gun down… please.”

“Like hell you are!” Morgan shouted. “What did you do to him?!” Hotch slowly stepped back off and away from the bed, putting his hands up.

“Reid…” The Unit Chief murmured. “Get Rossi. Now.”

“Hotch! Drop the gun and let him go!” Morgan ordered. Reid’s eyes widened. He scrambled into his pants and grabbed his revolver, running for the door.

“What the hell is going on?” Prentiss called from two doors down.

“Morgan! The UnSub! Morgan is gonna shoot Hotch!” Reid cried. Prentiss and Scully came running. Prentiss stepped into the hotel room as Reid banged on Rossi’s door and Scully went for Mulder.

“Morgan, put the gun down!” Reid heard Prentiss say from inside the room. A moment later, Rossi ran to help her. Mulder and Scully stood off to the side, watching through the door. But Reid was staring across the street, eyes searching.

“He hit him, Prentiss! He HURT him! HE needs to drop the gun, not me!”

“What? Morgan! Hotch doesn’t have a gun! He’s not a threat to Reid, Reid is outside! He’s outside and he’s scared! He’s afraid you’re going to hurt Hotch!”

Morgan didn’t answer. Reid’s eyes finally found it… two small reddish glows. And the dark shape. It was Nagi Naoe. Slowly, Reid raised the gun. There were shouts behind him. Morgan was shouting at Hotch. Prentiss and Rossi were shouting at Morgan. Then Prentiss’ voice rose above the others.

“MORGAN, DON’T!!!” Then, a shot went off.

Reid’s eyes widened. “NO!!!” He screamed, and pulled the trigger. Mulder and Scully stared at him as he pulled it again, and again, and again. He pulled it over and over, even after all he got were empty clicks. He stared Nagi in the eyes. The boy had both hands up, and all the bullets were suspended in the air before him. Nagi looked slightly shaken. That first bullet was too close…

A moment later, the bullets all fell to the ground, and Nagi faded into the shadows. Reid didn’t move. He just stood there, holding his revolver out before him, shaking. Mulder glanced at Scully then walked over to Reid, placing a hand on the boy’s wrists and slowly forcing him to lower the gun. Scully put a hand on Reid’s shoulder.

“Hey… it’s okay.” She said. They could hear voices inside the hotel room. Other guests were running out of their rooms, eyes wide. Sirens were heard as the police responded to 911 calls about shots fired. Mulder took the gun from Reid and he and Scully guided him into the motel room.

Morgan was standing there looking horrified while Rossi tried to calm him down. The man’s gun was on the floor. There was a bullet hole in the far wall where Hotch had been standing. But the man was sitting on the floor, unharmed, filling Prentiss in on what had happened before she came in. But everyone stopped when the X Files Agents brought Reid in. The boy was pale and shaking.

“Reid…” Morgan breathed. “Man… I… I am so sorry… Are you okay?” Reid just stared at the man, then turned.

“Spencer.” Hotch gasped, standing. Reid let out a tiny whimper, then ran to him. Hotch opened his arm and caught the youth, holding his shaking frame close, feeling the long arms wrap around his neck. “I’m okay.” Hotch said, gently. “It’s okay. Calm down. We’re all fine.” He kissed the top of Reid’s head, then looked up. “Morgan. Are you okay?”

“… Hotch… I… I am so sorry.”

“I know. It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” Hotch said, running his hand up and down Reid’s back.

“You sure you’re okay?” Morgan asked.

“I’m fine.” Hotch said, looking back down at Reid. “What were you shooting at out there, Spencer?”

“… Nagi.” Reid breathed, finally releasing his hold on Hotch. Reid turned and looked at Morgan. “Nagi was out there. I fired at him.”

“… That’s when I came back to myself.” Morgan said. “Hearing your shots.”

“It’s because he had to stop the bullets.” Mulder said. “It made him lose hold on Morgan’s mind. I don’t think he can manipulate minds and use his telekinetic abilities at the same time.”

“Thank God for small favors.” Prentiss said.

“Reid.” Morgan said. “… Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just a bit shaken.” Reid admitted. “You?”

“… I’ll be okay.” Morgan said. Then the police arrived. The Agents had a hell of a time explaining the commotion. But eventually they all headed back to their own rooms.

“Morgan.” The man stopped and turned, looking at Reid when the boy approached him. “… Don’t guilt yourself over this.” Reid told him. Morgan blinked. “This is… something beyond us. Don’t feel bad. He got me. He got Hotch, too.”

“… But I almost killed Hotch.” Morgan argued.

“But you didn’t.” Reid said. Morgan just sighed. Reid echoed the sigh, then embraced the man. Morgan blinked, slightly startled, but he smiled and returned the gesture. The thing that had been bothering him the most about the incident was that Reid didn’t trust him anymore… the boy had been so scared. But Morgan could hear Reid’s message in the simple gesture. ‘I don’t blame you. You still have my trust.’

“See you tomorrow.” Reid said, smiling.

“Night, kid. Try to get some sleep.”

“I intend to.”

“Yeah. But Hotch might have other ideas.” Morgan said with a grin. Reid’s eyes widened briefly.

“That’s for me to know and for Reid to find out.” Hotch said, poking his head out the door of his and Reid’s room. “Let’s go, Spencer.”

“Oh ho…” Morgan laughed, grinning at the deer in the headlights look on Reid’s face. “Night, Pretty Boy!” And he closed the door. Reid groaned and trotted over to Hotch. The man just chuckled, stepping aside as Reid walked in and closing the door behind him.

“Shall I assume the position?” Reid asked, dryly.

“What?” Hotch yelped, then chuckled again. He hugged Reid and kissed his forehead. Their pair slid into the bed and Hotch pulled Reid close, laying the boy’s head on his chest. “This position will work.” He sighed.

“Oh?” Reid yawned.

“Get some rest, Spencer. And sleep yourself out.”

“… I love you, Aaron.”

“I know.” Hotch sighed, and the pair drifted to sleep.
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