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Spencer Will Be Mine	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 12864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Once inside his own room again, David Rossi tiredly pulls out his phone. He rings Hotch, who answers alertly as if it isn’t just past six in the morning. “Aaron, Spencer’s stalker has made contact.”
They should have taken the stalker more seriously. The BAU chief gives a weary sigh, “Dammit, what happened?” The length of time between the first contact and the second worries him. The Unsub has patience, which lowers the likelihood that he’ll do something stupid enough to be caught easily.
“He sent Spencer photos to our hotel. Photos of a woman kissing Morgan.”
“What? He sent Reid old photos of Morgan kissing a woman?” Hotch asks confusedly.
“No, they are very recent. The cut on his forehead he got in Texas is visible.”
Aaron growls, “What? Derek kissed someone else? A woman?”
“I don’t know much but I believe a woman kissed Morgan. From the images, it doesn’t appear that he participated in the kissing.”
Aaron makes a thinking noise. That makes more sense than Morgan cheating on Reid. “The stalker paid the woman to do it? Is that what you’re thinking?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’d guess. Pretty brilliant of the stalker and without a doubt, callously cruel. The Unsub might as well as have ripped out Spencer’s heart and stomped on it. Thank God I heard him through the door.”
“Fuck.” They have failed Reid by not doing more to find this Unsub. He’d been hurt ruthlessly and they had done nothing to stop it.
“I called Morgan, he flew here overnight. He’s with Spencer now. I pray to God that Morgan can fix this. He is as hurt by this as Spencer is.” Rossi wishes he would have done something, anything, to prevent this.
Aaron heart bleeds a little. Spencer is like his beloved, younger brother. The poor boy has had far too many hardships in his young life. Watching the joy, happiness, and love on Spencer’s face these last two years has been an ongoing gift. To have some random stalker attempt to rip all that away so heartlessly is infuriating.
“We need to find this pezzo di merda before he can hurt Spencer again.”
“We’ll find him, Dave.”
“We better,” Rossi barks. They both know far too well what could happen if they don’t. “There was a note as well. The stalker definitely believes he’s in love with Spencer. The Unsub apparently took the pictures in hopes that it would break up Morgan and Reid. He clearly has no love for Morgan and wants Spencer badly. I have a bad feeling about this, Aaron. This guy isn’t going to be deterred easily.”
Hotch closes his eyes and pinches his nose. He had hoped the flowers were merely a cruel joke but deep down he had known it wasn’t. He should have done more, they all should have. Aaron knows more than anyone how dangerous stalkers can be.
“Judging from the note, the Unsub doesn’t believe Spencer is in love with him, which is good. At least he most likely won’t try to assassinate him.”
“That’s something. The question is how far the Unsub will go to get rid of Morgan,” Aaron wonders aloud. He can’t help but think of the Lila Archer case. Her stalker had quickly turned on Reid, wanting him dead and gone from Lila’s life.
Rossi sighs, “That is one of the things I am most worried about. There is an underlying rage against Morgan in the note. The stalker clearly hates him and doesn’t in any way feel Morgan is good enough for Spencer.”
“And if Morgan fixes things, he is ruining the Unsub’s plans. He will not be pleased.”
“No, he won’t,” declares Dave.
“Do you think he’ll try to kidnap Reid?”
Dave admits reluctantly, “It…it seems likely. The stalker believes he is in love with Reid and he believes Spencer can fall in love with him, too. Eventually, he will have to reveal himself to Spencer. And it won’t be to ask him on a date. The Unsub will need time alone with Spencer to ‘convince’ him to love him back.”
“We need to find this man. Find him before he can hurt Morgan or Reid any more than he already has.”
Both men are silent. Neither man wants to think about it but there is a distinct possibility that one or both of them are killed by the Unsub. Reid’s stalker may not a sadistic serial killer like Foyet, bent on causing as much pain and death as he can but that doesn’t make him harmless. Morgan is in the Unsub’s way and when he realizes his plan failed, he will try to find another way. Sooner or later, the stalker will be desperate enough to hurt or kill Morgan to get him away from Spencer. Spencer is safe from harm at the moment but ultimately the Unsub needs Spencer to love him and when his fantasy cannot become reality, he will in all likelihood snap.
Hotch breaks the silence. “We will need to get the photographs, note and letter checked over by Crime Scene. With luck the Unsub was careless enough to leave a print and be in the system.”
Rossi doesn’t say what they are both thinking. This Unsub isn’t stupid or careless. If he was, he would have been caught by now. No doubt he has been stalking Reid, unseen, for weeks now. He has patience and is likely able to blend into a crowd. The Unsub had found out not only that Reid was leaving but where he was going. Either he overheard it, resourceful, and/or is a talented hacker.
“Update me when you know more. Send the packet to evidence as soon as you can.”
“Sure, Aaron. Right now, it is all in Reid’s room. I’ll have to wait until…”
“Of course, Dave. I’ll call the prison and let them know neither you nor Reid will be coming today. Get some sleep.” Hotch can hear the exhaustion in Dave’s voice.
“Thanks, I will. I’ll call as soon as I know something.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Aaron pauses, promising darkly “We’ll get him.” He cannot let what happened to him, happen to Reid and Morgan. Hotch may have failed to protect Haley but he won’t fail this time.
Dave hangs up, dresses for bed and crashes. He hopes that by the time he awakes, Derek has found a way to fix this.
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Aaron clinches his fists, fighting the urge to punch the wall. Despite his rage, he does not want to wake up his son. Hotch goes to his computer and finds the number of the hotel Dave and Reid are staying at. Most hotels do not give out the client’s name but there are ways to get around that. As far as Aaron knows, the only people that know where Reid and Rossi are staying are himself, and Garcia. He finds the number and dials.
“Hilton, Seattle. This is Frank speaking. How may I help you?”
“Yes. This is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.”
“Agent Hotchner, how may the Hilton be of service?”
“Two of my agents are staying at your hotel: a Dr. Spencer Reid and David Rossi.”
“I can neither confirm nor deny if they are staying here at the hotel. Not without confirmation of your identity, sir.”
Aaron smiles, *Smart man.* “Of course. Would you like my direct superior’s phone number? Or would you prefer to find the number yourself?”
“No disrespect, Agent. I prefer to find the number myself.”
“No problem. The FBI in Quantico Virginia. My name again is Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Once you confirm my identity, please call me back at this number.” Hotch rattles off the phone as well as his badge number and says a quick goodbye.
A few minutes later, Frank calls him back.
“I have confirmed your identity. Now, what do you need from me Agent Hotchner?”
“A large envelope was sent to Dr. Reid. He received it last night. I need to know how the suspect knew to send it to the Hilton. Did anyone call asking to be connected to Spencer Reid’s room?”
Frank checks the log. “The day Dr. Reid arrived; someone called at eleven p.m. and asked to be connected to his room. The call was transferred. Would you like me to check to see if Dr. Reid answered the call?”
*Smart. He got around the privacy protection. I bet he called every hotel in Seattle asking for Reid until he found the right hotel. Easy and effective.* “Yes.”
A few seconds later, Frank says, “The call was not answered.”
“Thank you, Frank. You’ve been helpful.”
Hotch soon ends the call. He will ask Garcia to check the incoming calls. Maybe they’ll be able to trace the phone number. Hopefully, Rossi will call with good news before Aaron has to tell the team what happened.
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A few hours later, Derek wakes up with Spencer lying half atop him and clinging tightly to him as if afraid Derek will somehow disappear if his grip loosens. The familiar weight of his Pretty Boy almost brings tears to his eyes. He could have lost this, lost Spencer. It would be Derek’s biggest fear made true: to lose Spencer, to lose the perfect and all encompassing love that Spencer gives him. He does not even want to think about being without Spencer and his love. For Derek knows he will never love another nor will another ever love him as much as Spencer does. He will never find anything or anyone that makes him half as happy as his Baby does.
Somehow, somewhere, angels were watching over both Spencer and Derek. There is no other way to explain what happened. Both JJ and Rossi were in the right place, at the right time. Derek is aware that if JJ had not been there, things would be very different. Spencer needed her eye witness account to kill every shred of doubt within him. He is also conscious of Rossi’s impact; without Rossi hearing Spencer’s sobs, Spencer would have had time hardened his heart to the truth. He doesn’t want to imagine what would have happened had his Baby been all alone the entire night as his heart bled. Spencer could have built up an impenetrable wall around himself, one that Derek could never break through. Or he could have hidden the evidence and his own knowledge, and broken up with Derek without ever giving him a reason or a chance to refute the allegations. As much as it pains Derek to think about, he realizes that this stalker had planned well. The Unsub played perfectly on Spencer’s insecurities and it almost worked.
Derek combs his fingers through Spencer’s hair, even as tears blur his vision. *Too close. I was too fucking close to losing him.* He thinks to himself, pressing his trembling lips to Spencer’s forehead.
Spencer suddenly tenses. His fingers and legs tighten almost painfully around Derek and he whimpers, sobbing “No! Don’t leave! Please don’t leave me!” Derek holds him closer, stroking his hair and body, crooning softly “Shh Pretty Boy. I’m here. I will never leave you, Baby. Love you so much. My perfect boy.” Spencer’s body relaxes little by little and he opens his eyes. He tilts his head back to meet Derek’s eyes, which are filled with such deep adoration he wants to cry. How could he have been foolish enough to doubt Derek’s devotion to him? Spencer cups Derek’s face, his thumb caressing his cheek. “I love you, Der.” His love smiles and replies, “I love you too, Pretty Boy.”
Spencer pulls Derek down and their lips meet in a tender kiss. As it breaks, he says, “Make love to me Derek.”
Derek kisses him sweetly as he shifts Spencer under him. “With pleasure,” he replies. He presses his lips lightly to Spencer’s mouth, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks and his chin. Derek guides his head back, exposing his neck. He licks along Spencer’s jaw, sucking a mark just under his right ear. Derek nibbles his way to the other side of his neck, making an identical mark under his left ear. “Deerreek!” Spencer whines, wanting more than anything for Derek to hurry up. But Derek is in no hurry, he wants to adore every inch of Spencer. Once he slips inside of his Baby, Spencer will have no doubt how much he loves him.
Derek tenderly peels Spencer’s pajamas off until he is bare. Miles of pale, unblemished skin is exposed. Spencer lies back placidly as he looks coyly through his lashes to meet Derek’s eyes. They both pour all their love into that one gaze. Derek kneels straddling Spencer’s right leg, leaning in and nibbling on Spencer’s luscious pink lips. The pale man sighs contently, parting his lips as an invitation. Derek does not hesitate to slide his tongue between those lips. His tongue slowly maps the inside of Spencer’s mouth before tangling with his Baby’s pink tongue. The kiss quickly turns dirty, their lips and tongues gliding smoothly and wetly against one another. Spencer sucks teasingly on Der’s bottom lip, pulling a deep groan from his love. Derek shifts and settles onto of his Pretty Boy. Spencer moans as Derek’s sweatpants encased dick rubs suggestively against his own.
Spencer wraps his long legs around Derek’s waist, wanting to be as close as he can to his love. As Derek rocks languidly, he kisses Spencer’s neck. Long, wet swipes of his tongue make his Baby shiver with lust. Derek plucks at his nipples, easily wringing out pleasured cries from the younger man. Only when the tips are red and sore looking does he stop. Spencer whimpers as Der’s hot mouth surrounds one of his responsive, peaked nipples. He grips his shaved head securely as Derek lavishes one nipple and then the other with his warm, wet heat. Derek pulls off with an obscene pop. Grinning, he rubs the soft hair of his goatee against the sensitive tips and Spencer shudders in response. Derek gently tugs on Spencer’s legs until they loosen from his waist and drop to the bed.
He scoots down the bed until his face hovers over Spencer’s crotch. Derek places open mouthed kisses on his left hip and down his thigh. Pulling Spencer’s leg up and out, Derek sucks a mark high on his thigh. He nibbles carefully down to mid-thigh. Derek pushes his leg higher and bites into the soft, pale skin of Spencer’s inner thigh before sucking another mark. Spencer whines at the bite, the tiny flash of pain making the pleasure all the sweeter.
Derek kisses the tip of Spencer’s cock, grinning as it twitches from touch. He sucks the head into his mouth, swallowing down the sweet, bitter taste of pre-cum. Holding Spencer’s hips down, Derek gradually sinks down his Baby’s pretty dick until his mouth reaches the base. Spencer mewls delicately as Der’s throat convulses around him. Derek slowly pulls up and dives back down. Spencer lightly clutches his love’s shaved head, “Oh, Der.” A slow rhythm is set, allowing Derek to take him deep without provoking a gag response. Spencer sighs as his cock again hits the back of Der’s throat. Derek swallows deliberately around him, forcing a lustful groan from his Pretty Boy. He eases back and sucks hard on the head, while his hand jacks the remaining length. One sharp tug on Spencer’s balls makes him tense and he keens. Hot cum floods Derek’s mouth and he drinks down every drop like it is sweet nectar.
Spencer lies flaccidly on the bed with a pleased grin on his face. Derek smiles and crawls up the bed. He kisses his Baby’s satisfied mouth, sharing the taste of cum with him. “Mmm…” Spencer murmurs, “you taste delicious with my cum in your mouth.” Derek chuckles lightly, he loves when his Pretty Boy says stuff like that. Even after two years together, it is still unexpected to hear dirty things come out of such an innocent and naïve looking man.
He sucks delicately on Spencer’s tongue as his Baby hums contently. Releasing his tongue, Derek maneuvers off the bed and digs into Spencer’s go bag. Finding the lube, he stands up. A second later, a warm, naked body plasters itself to his back. Spencer’s hands sneak under the t-shirt and caress the hard planes of Derek’s stomach and chest. “Derek…” he moans, pulling off the shirt. Spencer kisses his shoulders and back. He takes the lube from Der’s hand and squirts some on his hands before dropping the lube. Then those long nibble fingers sink beneath the waistband of his pants and boxers. “Oh, yes,” Derek cries, his thus far neglected cock is finally touched. His head drops back to Spencer’s shoulder as Spencer strokes him leisurely. Derek’s clothing restricts the movement. It is fucking hot to feel Spencer’s hand on his cock but not be able to see it, to only see the movement of it under his clothing as his Baby jacks him slowly.
Derek lets his head fall back to Spencer’s shoulder again, moaning at the slick glide of Spencer’s hand on his dick. Derek doesn’t know how long this goes on; the slow rhythm lets him sink into a sort of trance where he knows only the pleasure of his Pretty Boy’s touch. Spencer continues his unhurried pace, kissing and sucking marks on Derek’s skin. Before long, Derek starts rocks forward into Spencer’s fist and back into Spencer’s body. He groans and moans at the tight slide and the feeling of Spencer’s cock hardening against his backside.
Suddenly, Spencer releases his grip on his dick and yanks down his pants, provoking Derek to whine in protest. Chuckling darkly, Spencer asks, “Don’t you want to cum inside me? Or do you continue fucking my fist until ropes of cum shoot out of you? Hm, what do you want, Der?” Derek grumbles quietly, wanting to do both but anticipating an explosive orgasm, he knows he can choose only one. A moment later, he comes to the obvious choice. Derek turns around in Spencer’s arms and dives into his lips. The moist slide of their tongues and the feeling of their cocks rubbing wetly together is enough to make them both moan loudly.
Derek pushes Spencer onto the bed, taking in the sight of his gloriously nude body and his pretty cock, hard and leaking just for him. Licking his lips, Derek steps out of his sweats, grabs the lube and slicks up his hand. He quickly and efficiently stretches Spencer’s tight hole. The days apart they have been apart making it all the tighter. Impatient, Spencer declares himself ready by the second finger. Just as eager, Derek agrees and smears his dick with lube. Directing Spencer to his side, Derek sidles up behind him. Spencer holds up his leg as Derek guides his cock inside. The minimal preparation allows Spencer to feel every inch sink inside him, the stretch burns sweetly and he loves the feeling of Der splitting him open with his thick cock. Derek moans deliciously as he buries himself to the hilt. Spencer turns his upper body to lie flat against the bed and twists toward Derek. Their lips meet hungrily as Derek begins to thrust. The kiss soon breaks and they pant heavily against each other’s mouths. Spencer keens as Derek brushes his prostrate for the first time. Derek thrusts harder and faster. Spencer starts fisting his dick as Der pounds into him. Three thrusts later, Derek explodes and fills his insides with cum. Spencer cries out at the full wet feeling of Der’s cock gliding in and out of him with loads of his cum slicking the way. His own dick pulses splashing hot cum onto his stomach and chest.
Spencer and Derek kiss sweetly.
“Love you, Pretty Boy.”
“Love you, too, Der.” Spencer turns onto his side carefully, relishing the warm heat of Derek at his back and his spent cock still nestled deep inside him. Spencer quickly falls into a contented sleep and Derek soon follows.
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It is mid-afternoon by the time Spencer wakes up. As he blinks his eyes, he is conscious of Derek’s heavy arm across his waist and Derek’s muscled leg between his legs. Spencer closes his eyes briefly, savoring his Der’s body against his. *I could have lost him. My insecurities and doubts could have lost me Der. I could have lost the best thing I’ve ever had.* Spencer laces their fingers together, bringing Derek’s hand to his mouth, he kisses his knuckles. Derek mumbles in his sleep and pulls Spencer closer, his cock still buried deep within him.
Spencer smiles. *It doesn’t get any better than this.* He lies contently in Derek’s arms, patiently waiting for his love to awake.
Derek shifts, grumbling into the back of Spencer’s neck. A half an hour later, Derek finally opens his eyes. “Hmm…” he murmurs as he rubs his nose against the back of his Baby’s neck. “Morning Pretty Boy.”
“Good morning, Der. Although I think good afternoon is more fitting,” Spencer replies with a smile on his face and in his voice.
“Mmm…” Derek kisses Spencer’s nape, nuzzling his Baby’s soft skin. He guides Spencer onto his back and kisses his plump, pink lips. “Hi.”
Laughing, Spencer pecks his lips and answers, “Hi.”
One last kiss and Derek asks, “Shower?”
Spencer eagerly agrees; he has far too much cum on and inside him.
They wash each other, exchanging deliciously wet kisses. Once clean, they both grab their go bags and dress.
“We better talk to Rossi. I’m sure he is worried,” says Derek. He raps sharply on the connecting door. A few seconds later, a drowsy, yawning Rossi pads over to the door and opens it. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Dave looks at the couple. “Oh, thank God!” A mere second is all he needs to see they’ve made up. Rossi sags in relief, pulling Derek and then Spencer into a hug, kissing their cheeks in fervent happiness.
Spencer feels tears prickle his eyelids. David Rossi is such a good and caring man, loyal and supportive. He is everything he could ever want in a father figure. Spencer doesn’t know if he would have made it through last night without him. Dave had held him and comforted him the entire night. Spencer squeezes back extra tight, trying to convey without words how much Dave’s kindness means to him.
Rossi’s heart seizes for a second, thinking about how much he loves Spencer and how happy he is that Spencer’s heart is still whole despite the emotional pain he had to endure. Spencer still has Derek. As long as Spencer and Derek remain together and strong, they’ll get through this. Dave prays that they will be able to keep them both safe. That they can find a way to protect them both from additional harm.

Note: pezzo di merda means piece of shit in Italian.
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