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Thrown to the Dogs	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4831 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

Hotch frowned. Hospital waiting rooms were never ranked high on his list of most entertaining places to be, but this one had to take the cake… there was a television that really only showed a shopping channel in decent clarity, the Martha Stewart Magazine was dated before she had ever gone to jail, and the only disc that was available to play in the DVD player was "Twilight" and Hotch would rather strangle himself with his own necktie than subject himself to that. He glanced at the fake ficus tree in the corner draped in Christmas lights, and he heard Garcia in his head announce "the 1970's called, they want their interior décor back."
Great. He was so bored, Garcia was starting to deliver commentary in his mind. This was not normal…
"NO!" He jumped at the shout from down the hall. "I don't CARE, you will NOT come near me with that thing!" Hotch sighed, heading down the hall to see what Reid was throwing his tantrum about. The young man was perched on the hospital bed, knees to his chest with his feet on the edge, and he was leaning back and holding his arm as far away from the annoyed looking doctor as he possible could, GLARING.
"Spencer. What's going on?" Hotch asked, leveling a look on the youth. Reid turned and fixed his pathetic puppy dog eyes on Hotch.
"… I do NOT need an injection!" Reid cried hysterically. Hotch had to fight not to roll his eyes.
"Spencer. Did the doctor say that you need it?"
"… I don't!"
"What did the doctor say?"
"I'M a doctor!" Reid tried to reason.
Hoch gave him a look, and then looked at the doctor. "Well?" He asked.
"He has a dog bite on his arm." He man sighed, looking thoroughly harassed. "I need to clean it out. That's going to hurt. I need to administer a numbing agent so I can clean it out and stitch him up."
"… Spencer, give him your arm." Hotch said firmly.
"No!"
"Spen—"
"I don't want to!"
"AGENT REID, THAT'S AN ORDER!" Hotch bellowed, and for a few moments, all sounds of activity outside of the room faded as everyone paused and stared at the door with wide eyes. Reid whimpered, then slowly drooped and lowered his arm, wincing as the doctor quickly jabbed him before he could change his mind. Then, Reid gave Hotch a glare.
"Don't give me that look." Hotch said firmly, glaring right back. "You let yourself get abducted for the ump-teenth time, bitten by a dog, beaten up, and now you're insisting on taking a dog and… a thing that you call a cat, home with us. This is NOT a narcotic, you have NO right to pitch a fuss, so knock it off."
Reid seemed to puff up. He drew himself up, opened his mouth and—
"Not one word out of you, Spencer Reid, or so help me, I will pull you from the field until I feel that you have come to an understanding that protocol WILL be followed without argument. Am I clear?"
Reid stared at Hotch, eyes wide, and then, his cheeks were dusted with a slight pink tinge. "… yessir." He breathed. Hotch nodded, and Reid hunched over, wrapping his good arm around his abdomen. He kept sneaking looks at Hotch from underneath his messy hair… the looks were calculating and, Hotch's breath caught in his throat for a moment, they were… pleased… Hotch watched as Reid crossed his ankles and pressed his thighs together for a moment before forcing himself to relax…
When Reid glanced up at Hotch again, the man caught his eyes, cocking his head and quirking a brow in question. Reid blinked, and then gave the man a coy smile before looking down at what the doctor was doing to his arm. Hotch blinked, and then felt a smile tugging at his lips.
Finally, the doctor let out a sigh and moved away from Reid.
"There you go, Agent." He said. "All stitched up. Do you know when you had your last tetnus shot?"
"September 18th, 2008." Reid announced. The doctor blinked.
"Oh… uhhh…"
"… 4:23 pm." Reid added. The doctor blinked again. "The vaccine lot number was—"
"Spencer, don't be obnoxious." Hotch chuckled, shaking his head, and then to the doctor, said "He's a genius. If that's when he says he got the shot, that's when he got it."
"… Okay." The ER doctor nodded, scribbling in Reid's chart. "Well… I'm going to send you home some antibiotics and pain—"
"I'll be fine with just some Aleve." Reid assured the man. The doctor eyed Reid, but at seeing the hardness in his patient's eyes, he just nodded his acceptance.
"Alright then." He said. "If you change your mind, give me a call. I'm going to get everything together for you so that you can head up to your room for the night."
"Wait… for the NIGHT!" Reid demanded to know.
"Yes. You're dehydrated and your temperature is too low." The doctor said. "That combined with your head injury led to the decision that we're going to keep you overnight." Reid looked flabbergasted. "It's just a precaution, and as long as you have no complications overnight, you can leave first thing in the morning." The doctor said. Reid looked ready to protest, but a sharp glare from Hotch silenced him.
And an hour later, Hotch was walking into the room that Reid had been settled in. Reid was no longer protesting… he actually looked quite pleased now… Hotch had a feeling that the electric blanket had a lot to do with that. The nurse had Reid take his first dose of antibiotic, and then left him alone. Reid looked up at Hotch, and smiled slightly. Hotch returned the smile, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"You spend entirely too much time in hospitals." Hotch said after a moment.
"No kidding." Reid snorted. "I should be earning Frequent Flier Miles." Hotch chuckled at that, but a moment later, got down to business. Reid looked at the little digital recorder that the man sat on the side table, hitting record.
"SSA Aaron Hotchner interviewing SSA Dr. Spencer Reid on Friday, December twelfth." He announced to the recording, then looked at Reid who had settled in and folded his hands on his stomach and was looking at Hotch, calm and professional. "We placed Agent Reid undercover as a Veterinary Technician under the assumption that the Unknown Subject, now identified as one Donald Morton, would be abducting a Veterinary Technician from the practice of Dr. Audrey Wolfgang, DVM, following the pattern uncovered as previously explained. Agent Reid, what was your first interaction with Mr. Morton?"
"He presented his dog, a Spayed female Golden Retriever, for a limp and a bordetella vaccine." Reid recited. "As he had presented himself as blind, we offered him assistance out to his vehicle, and he accepted. He described it as a big blue van, and said that his nephew had brought him. The van was located around the corner out of sight of the security cameras, and there was no one inside. He said that the driver may have gone to pick up some coffee, and asked me to help him load the dog into the back. There was a dog crate in the van, but the dog jumped onto a blanket beside the crate. When I looked at Mr. Morton, who at the time had identified himself as a Mr. Dalton, he was pointing a gun at me and looking me straight in the eyes. He told me to get into the dog crate. I did as he said. He locked me in it and covered it up with a tarp and drove away.
"The ride was several hours up hill. He took me out in the main yard of the compound and into the house where he told me to strip. I refused, so he hit me. When I took off my clothes, he threw me down the basement stairs and brought down a German Shepherd Dog, Blitz, to guard me…"
When the team finally arrived at the hospital, Reid was just finishing up giving his statement, and he smiled when they came in.
"You guys look cold!" He announced.
"Freezing." Morgan admitted with a nod.
"That's nothing compared to staying in that basement naked…" Hotch pointed out with a frown. Reid shrugged.
"I had the blanket."
"In the basement? On the floor?" Emily asked, eyes wide. "Reid those were hardly anything!"
"I also had Kaze and Blitz. They helped me stay warm." Reid said.
"You're still lucky you didn't die of hypothermia down there…" Hotch grumbled.
"Where's Rossi?" Reid asked.
"He went to talk to Morton. There wasn't much at the house regarding the other victims… we may need a confession." Morgan sighed. "There's a lot of evidence to go through. We're hoping Morton will make it easy on everyone and plead guilty." Reid nodded in acknowledgement of this. "At the very least, we're gonna have casts made of the dogs' mouths to compare to the wounds on the victims." Reid and Hotch both nodded this time.
The team was in and out of the hospital for the rest of the day, and Reid begged to be released no less than eleven times. By evening, he was driving the staff crazy. And so JJ and Emily were sent to the hospital by Hotch to keep the boy genius contained. Reid was more than confused when they entered his room with…
"S'Mores?" He asked, sitting up in bed. "Where did you get those?"
"We bought the ingredients from the grocery store, and then we cooked them up in the nurses' break room microwave!" JJ said with a grin, offering Reid the plate. Reid immediately scooped one up and bit into it, getting marshmallow and melted chocolate all over his face. Emily and JJ each took one as well and sat down, and the group sat and giggled and ate their S'mores. They weren't quit finished when a nurse came in with Reid's dinner. She froze and stared at her patient, who had chocolate, marshmallow and graham cracker crumbs all over his face and down his front. He just grinned at her.
"I'm good!" He said happily. She blinked, and turned red.
"Now REALLY!" She huffed, bustling over and reaching to take the rest of Reid's last S'more away from him.
"No!" Reid cried, eyes wide. "No no no!"
"You need to eat your dinner, Mr. Reid. Now give me that!" Reid leaned away, and when she leaned over to take it, he promptly stuffed it into his mouth.
"Truhtatekkitnah!" Reid announced gleefully, feeling a swell of victory at the GLARE he was getting from the nurse.
"Mister Reid!"
"Doctor." JJ and Emily both announced, both fighting back laughter at the childish scene Reid had just acted out. The nurse whirled, glaring at the two women.
"Alright, out! Both of you!"
"What?" JJ asked.
"Why?" Emily demanded, still grinning.
"Your presence is encouraging his behavior. Now out!"
"Uhmstoonuteeting." Reid mumbled as he continued to chew his S'More.
"Yes, Dr. Reid, you are."
"Nope. Full." Reid said, finally swallowing and beginning to lick his fingers.
"OUT!" the nurse demanded, and Emily and JJ jumped and scurried from the room calling "Bye Spence!" and "Sleep well, Reid!" And then the door closed and the nurse bustled over and sat the tray of food down before Reid.
"Ooh! Jell-O!" He announced, picking up the little cup and spoon.
"Now really! Save that for after you eat the other stuff!"
"But I'm not going to EAT the other stuff!" Reid insisted, enjoying being a pain in the ass. Sometimes, you just HAD to cause trouble…

Hotch arrived at the hospital about an hour later, and upon his arrival, he had to endure sharp words from the nurse (while her colleagues giggled in the background) about what a difficult and obnoxious and disrespectful patient Reid was. When she finally stormed away, another nurse just grinned and said, "He's amusing. She's just… well… always like that. She doesn't like it when people don't do what she tells them to do. He's NOT that bad. Really." And so Hotch went into Reid's room.
"Care to tell me what you did to upset—"
"That old battle axe they call a nurse?" Reid asked, grinning up at the man. "I just ate my Jell-O."
"… Did you eat anything else?"
"… S'mores."
"S'mores? Where the hell did you… oh. JJ and Emily?"
Reid just grinned. Hotch sighed and shook his head, sitting down next to Reid. "Spencer… try to be nice to the staff."
"They're keeping me here against my will. I really don't have it in me to take it easy on them." Reid reasoned, and Hotch gave him a scolding glare.
"And maybe I don't have it in me to let you take home that dog and cat after all." Hotch growled. Reid's eyes widened.
"What?"
"You behave, or I'm not letting you keep them."
"But Hotch!" Reid cried.
"That's final, Agent." Hotch said firmly, and Reid flopped back onto the bed and pouted. Hotch eyed him, and was unable to prevent his scowl from softening. He stood and moved over to the bed, leaning over him and gently kissing the pouting lips. "I'm glad you're safe." He murmured, and Reid blinked up at him. "Don't forget. We still have unfinished business." And he took Reid's hand and fingered the ring on the boy's finger. Reid blinked again, and then offered the man a soft smile.
"I love you, Aaron."
"I love you too, Spence." Hotch said, and slowly sat down on the edge of Reid's bed, gently rubbing the back of the boy's hand with his thumb. "When do you want to do it?"
"Do what?" Reid asked.
Hotch grinned at the so-called genius' obliviousness.
"When do you want to get married?" He asked gently, a loving smile on his face and filling his eyes. Reid blinked, and then his eyes dropped to the bed and he flushed.
"I… I dunno…" He mumbled, suddenly shy. Hotch grinned.
"Do you want to do it sooner, or later?"
"I dunno." Reid mumbled again. Hotch quirked a brow.
"Do you wanna do it at all?" He asked, amused.
"I dunno." Reid mumbled, then suddenly snapped his head up eyes wide. "Yes! I meant yes! I didn't mean—"
"I know." Hotch laughed. "I did that on purpose. Sorry."
"… You're a jerk." Reid snorted, and let Hotch kiss his pout away. Reid sighed and smiled slightly, the looked up at Hotch and said "I want it to be in the evening." He said. "Maybe… sunset?"
"Okay." Hotch nodded, smiling.
"I… I don't want it formal. I want to be comfortable… maybe… maybe barefoot."
"Barefoot?" Hotch asked, looking surprised.
"Yeah. I want to… feel the grass under my feet. Or… Or feel water."
"Maybe on a beach?" Hotch asked.
"I dunno…" Reid frowned. "I mean… sand gets EVERYWHERE." And Hotch chuckled at the face that Reid make. "No… I want to feel grass and hear water…"
"Okay…" Hotch nodded, smiling when he saw Reid's eyes beginning to droop. "Do you want a cake?"
"Of course. Can you see Garcia's tantrum if we don't have cake?" Reid asked, and Hotch chuckled.
"What kind?" He asked.
"I dunno." Reid sighed, nestling down into the bed and smiling up at the man. "Maybe we can do a cake tasting?"
"If you want to, then we will." Hotch nodded. "Do you want flowers?"
"Minimal." Reid said. "Simple. This is NOT going to be a David Tutera wedding." And he made a face, making Hotch chuckle as he thought back to Reid's long day being forced to watch that Tutera show with the girls.
"What would you like?" Hotch asked, smiling.
"Something… clean and simple…" Reid sighed, his eyelids growing more and more heavy.
"What kinds?"
"Just a simple centerpiece… bamboo and ferns for the greenery...?" Reid yawned.
"And the flowers?"
"… white. Simple." Reid mumbled. "… Freesia. And the white strelizia."
"Strelitzia?"
"The… Bird of Paradise flower." Reid sighed. "… And dahlia and tulips."
"Um… okay?" Hotch said slowly. "Any particular reason… why?"
"Because of what they… mean…" Reid murmured, his eyes falling closed.
"… What do they mean?" Hotch whispered.
"… what?" Reid asked, eyes fluttered open for a moment as he tried to wake himself up again.
"What does the tulip mean?" Hotch asked, reaching out and gently stroking Reid's hair.
"… True love." Reid sighed, a smile coming to his lips.
"And the dahlia?"
"Forever yours." Reid breathed. Hotch began to smile again.
"Freesia?"
"… hm?"
"What does Freesia mean?"
"… trust."
"And the strel…. Streliatza?"
"Huh?"
"Bird of Paradise flower."
"… It means 'faithfulness'."
"And the fern?" Hotch asked, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
"…"
"Spencer?"
"… hm?"
"What does the fern represent?"
"… shelter."
"And the bamboo?"
"…"
"Spencer?"
"… Mmmm…"
"Spence?" Hotch called softly. But Reid didn't answer. He was fast asleep. Slowly, Hotch sat back.
Faithfulness, shelter, trust, true love and forever yours… Hotch stared at Reid, then slowly pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Sir!" Garcia gasped, answering. "How's my Buttercream?"
"He's fine." Hotch smiled. "I have a question for you."
"Okay?"
"… What does… bamboo mean?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well… like how a tulip means true love."
"Oh. Let me see." He heard her tapping away. "… Okay. Bamboo represents a gentleman with perfect virtues…" Hotch didn't answer. He sat back and stared at the sleeping figure in the bed. Spencer, when asked what flowers he wanted at their wedding, chose the flora that he felt represented his elder lover, and his relationship with him.
"Sir?" Garcia called. Hotch swallowed the lump in his throat again.
"Yes Garcia. Thank you. Can you tell me… what represents courage and fidelity?"
"Oh. Let's see…" And she started tapping away again. "Um… Edelweiss and gladiolus represent courage… Iris is valor. For fidelity… amaranth, aster… Ivy is fidelity in marriage."
"I see. Thank you, Garcia." Hotch said.
"… Is everything… okay?"
"Yes." Hotch nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Garcia?"
"Yes?"
"Are you… still going to plan our wedding?"
"Oh! Yes! I would love to! Is that what this is about?"
"Yes."
"You want bamboo?"
"He does. He was telling me the meaning of the flowers he wanted but… fell asleep before bamboo."
"what are the others?" Garcia asked.
"Fern, dahlia, freesia, tulip." Hotch listed. "And the white Bird of Paradise. He wanted them to be white."
"Really? I wouldn't think he would want them ALL to be white… What did you ask about fidelity and courage for?"
"I think… that the flowers he chose are representing how he… feels about me. What he feels represents me."
"Awwww…"
"And I would like you to use the ivy and the gladiolus to represent him."
"Awwwwwwwww!"
"And in his favorite color."
"Well… the dahlia, freesia and gladiolus do come in nice light purples."
"Okay. Go with that. Some white, some purple."
"Do I have a deadline, sir?"
"No." Hotch smiled. "But he wants it at sunset. And he wants to go barefoot."
"Barefoot?"
"He wants to feel the grass and hear water, but he doesn't want the beach. He doesn't want sand."
"Okayyy… Well, we'll need to do it in spring, early summer or fall… So it's not too hot or cold for an outdoor wedding with bare feet. I'll look around and see what venues fit what he wants."
"Thank you, Penelope."
"You get some sleep, sir. You sound tired."
"Thanks."
"I hope tomorrow the weather permits you to fly home."
"Same here. Thank you. Good night."
And he hung up and settled back in the chair, staring at his lover. He smiled slightly, and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to claim him.

To see an image of the cat that inspired Kamikaze, Google Image Search "smooshy-faced cat looks like fizzgig". It's the first image that will pop up.
Just stare, then sit back and laugh... XD
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