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Thrown to the Dogs	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4828 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8

Hotch was woken up in the morning by the doctor coming in to check on Reid. Reid was already awake, and smiling at him.
"You look SO uncomfortable." The younger man chuckled, and Hotch winced as he sat up, wincing as his back popped.
"Ooh…" Reid said sympathetically.
"Well, Dr. Reid…" The doctor said with a smile. "Your temperature is normal. How does your head feel?"
"Fine." Reid nodded with a smile. "I feel comfortable and warm. A bit of a throbbing from my arm, but nothing abnormal about it."
"Well, let's take a look at your stitches and if they look good, you'll be good to go."
"Great." Reid said, sitting up with a smile. Hotch visited the necessary while the doctor checked Reid's arm, and when he emerged, Reid was standing there in the room buck naked. The man blinked, startled, but Reid just turned and smiled, said "I'm clear to go!" And then leaned over, giving Aaron Hotchner a delectable view of his little backside as he pulled some clothes out of his Go-Bag. Hotch had to firmly tell a certain interested party between his legs to calm down as he watched Reid pull on his underwear and pants. A few minutes later, Reid was dressed and ready to go. And when they left the hospital, Sheriff Mark Taylor was waiting for them, grinning, still with his little red bow-bedecked ring of garland around the band of his hat.
"Good morning!" He waved. "I hope you're hungry. Ms. Snow and Ms. Partridge are makin' a special breakfast to celebrate Agent Reid's victorious return!"
"Oh… I don't want anyone to make a big deal out of this…" Reid mumbled, flushing.
"Nonsense!" Mark said. "They won't hear otherwise!" And chuckling, Hotch guided Reid to the car and they were on their way! And when they reached the little sherriff's station, they were welcomed by joyous applause. Reid was looking mortified at all the attention he was getting, but he couldn't help his grin as JJ and Emily hugged him tightly and Morgan gave him a noogie. Rossi clapped him on the back, and then they all headed to the conference room. And as soon as they sat down, Ms. Partridge and Ms. Snow began to serve breakfast. This time, it was home made stuffed French Toast and Belgian waffles topped in fruit and whipped cream, and the men were thrilled at the steak and fried eggs. The girls enjoyed the fresh garden omelets, but Reid was over the moon over the several coffee blends.
Breakfast lasted nearly two and a half hours. In fact, the only reason it ended when it did was because they got the call that the plane would be ready for lift off in three hours, in a brief hour and a half or so window of clear weather. And so the team had to big goodbye to the cheerful Sherriff's station, filled with holiday cheer. Ms. Snow was crying as she kissed Reid on his cheeks, telling the "brave brave boy" to take care of himself. And then Hotch and Reid left the team to finish packing up with orders to meet at the air strip, while Reid and Hotch headed off to pick up Reid's new pets… which Hotch had secretly hoped Reid would forget about.
But when they got to the veterinary clinic, Hotch couldn't help but smile as he watched Reid fling the door open and run eagerly towards the front doors. Hotch parked the car and followed. Reid was talking to the veterinarian, who was smiling and presenting him with Health Certificates so that he could legally transport the dog and cat across state lines. He tucked the paperwork into his Messenger bag as the vet said "Your dog cried all day yesterday. And he wouldn't let anyone touch him until this morning. And even then, I was barely able to do enough to get the Certificate filled out legitimately."
"I appreciate it. And I'm sorry if he caused trouble." Reid told her.
"It's fine." She said. "But it would be best if you got him."
"Sure."
"Just call him."
Reid blinked, then turned. "Blitz! Hier!"
A moment later, they could hear the eager panting and the clicking of nails on the linoleum.
"BLITZ!" Reid cried, and the dog surged into the room, jumping on the young man and barking excitedly, licking his face. "Good boy, Blitz! GOOD BOY!" And the dog began spinning around eagerly, while bouncing back and forth from his front legs to back legs to front legs again. Hotch couldn't help but smile as Reid dropped to his knees and flung his arms around the dog's neck, and Blitz immediately sat and held still, save for his eagerly wagging tail. He was a VERY happy dog. And when Reid clipped a leash onto his collar, he was immediately on his best behavior, staying in a heel position and keeping his eyes on his new master. Though when Hotch approached, he did turn his head and accept the rub to his ears with a wag of his tail.
"Good boy." Hotch said firmly, and the dog's ears perked and he wagged his tail a bit harder. A moment later, a tech appeared with the cat in a carrier. The cat was VERY angry, hissing and growling and spitting.
"… Spencer…" Hotch said, eying the growling box. "Are you… SURE you want to take that… thing?"
"Yes! He's a really sweet cat! He's just scared." Reid announced. "And like I said, he and Blitz are friends."
"… Alright, alright." Hotch sighed. Reid thanked the veterinarian again and they left, Reid with the cat carrier in one hand and Blitz's leash in the other. Reid opened the back hatch of the SUV and said "Hopp!" And Blitz leaped in. Reid set the carrier in next to the dog, and closed the back. Then he climbed into the passenger seat.
"How do you know all the commands?" Hotch asked.
"… I read." Reid said with a wry grin. Hotch gave him a look, but then he smiled too and they were off to the airport, Blitz leaving nose smears across the windows the whole way.
The team was already on the jet and waiting when they arrived. Hotch gathered his and Reid's bags while Reid gathered the two animals from the trunk, and then Hotch turned over the keys to the vehicle to the deputy who had come out to the airstrip with the sherriff when he brought the rest of the team out.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye." The sheriff said, smiling and offering his hand. Hotch returned and smile and handshake.
"It is."
"It was a pleasure workin' with you Agent Hotchner, but uh… please don't take offense when I say I hope to never see you again."
Hotch chuckled at that and shook his head. "None taken. I can completely understand that thinking."
"I s'pose you get that a lot."
"Well… considering the situations that require us to get involved…" Hotch shrugged, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid.
"Safe trip home." Sheriff Taylor said, then nodded to Reid, who gave him a little wave with the hand holding the leash, and then Reid followed Hotch to the jet. The team looked up when they boarded, and a moment later Blitz put his ears back and eyed the team.
"We're going to take this slow." Reid announced, seeing the questions in his nervous teammates' eyes. "He's very protective of me. But if we introduce you guys to him one on one, it should be fine. He's okay with Hotch now."
"Maybe." Hotch muttered. The team gave Reid plenty of space, watching as he secured the snarling cat carrier into an empty seat, and then he took a seat himself.
"Platz." Reid commanded, and the dog lay down beside him. When the jet began to move, Blitz's ears lay back and he looked around in alarm. "Shhhh…" Reid soothed, petting him. "Good boy…" When the engines roared and the plane lurched forward into high speeds, Blitz sat up and splayed out his front legs, eyes wide. Reid guided the whining dog's head into his lap and gently stroked his face and ears, talking to him gently. And when the plane lifted off, Blitz began a loud, half bark, half howl.
"Will you shut him up?" Rossi groaned.
"Give him a minute!" Reid cried, giving Rossi a look. "Shhhh… Blitz! Pfui!" the dog's howling softened, but he continued to whine. "Achtung!" Reid commanded, and the dog immediately locked eyes with Reid. "It's okay…" Reid told him, scratching his fur behind his jaw. "Good boy… it's okay. Shhhh…" And the dog grew quiet. Slowly he relaxed, and as the plane leveled out he rested his head in Reid's lap and closed his eyes with a sigh. Reid smiled and leaned back in his seat, closing his own eyes.
"… Is Reid gonna bring home a new pet every time he's kidnapped?" Morgan asked, smirking.
"No." Hotch said firmly, and Reid opened his eyes with a smile. "No more after this."
"But Hotch—"
"NO. MORE." Hotch interrupted firmly. Morgan chuckled at the glitter of mischievous amusement in Reid's eyes, and Hotch gave Reid a look.
About thirty minutes later, Reid said, "I think he's relaxed enough to start meeting everyone."
"… Uh… no thanks, kid." Rossi said, eying the dog.
"You'll have to at some point." Reid said. "I'm going to try to get him to be an FBI K9 Unit in an official capacity and be certified as his handler."
"… What?" Rossi blurted.
"That's pretty cool, actually." Morgan said, looking interested. "Dogs are a big help."
"I saw some of Morton's papers on Blitz." Reid said. "He's been trained to sniff out cadavers, drugs and firearms and explosives, in protection and apprehension, and—"
"Alright, we get it." Rossi grumbled.
"So. Who wants to go first?" Reid asked. Everyone eyed the large dog.
"… I will." Morgan shrugged.
"Okay." Reid nodded, turning to face the man. "Blitz. Achtung." The dog opened his eyes and looked up at Reid. Reid reached out. "Give me your hand, and move to kneel." Reid said. Morgan eyed the dog, then slowly obeyed. He move to kneel and reached out, placing his hand in Reid's. The dog's ears tilted back as soon as Reid and Morgan's hands touched, and he growled softly. "Nein." Reid said, and the dog quieted. Then, with a hand on the dog's head, Reid slowly drew Morgan's hand closer. The dog eyed them, and then slowly leaned forward and sniffed Morgan's hand. "Good boy." Reid said. Blitz looked up at him, wagged his tail, and then turned to get a better sniff at Morgan. Reid let his own hand drop from Morgan's, and then he looked at the man.
"Talk to him." Reid said.
"… Hey, Blitz." Morgan said in a soft, pleasant tone. Blitz's ears perked slightly. "Good boy." Morgan added, and before everyone's eyes, the dog relaxed and wagged his tail. "Good boy!" Morgan said with more enthusiasm, and the dog's mouth fell open in a big doggie smile and he thrust his nose into Morgan's palm, wagging his tail harder as the man began to scratch his ears. Hotch smiled at this. And the team was soon laughing as the dog finally collapsed onto his back for a collective belly rub from Reid and Morgan.
Finally, when they had calmed down, Reid led the dog over to JJ.
"Hey, Blitz." She cooed, kneeling and offering her hand as the dog approached. This time there was no growling, no tensing, no flattening of the ears. He stretched his nose out and sniffled her hand, wagging his tail hesitantly, and then licked her fingers. And when she began to scratch him under the chin while offering him a gentle, "good boy!" he moved closer and wagged his tail again. JJ ran her fingers through his fur, and then Blitz, without any prompting, moved over and sniffed Emily's boot, then up her pant leg and finally licked her fingers. And soon the dog had his eyes closed, tongue hanging out with tail wagging as the two women gave him a good scratching all over.
"Oh, he's a lover!" Emily laughed when she got a lick in the face. "Rossi? You sure? He's a sweet dog!"
Rossi frowned, but a moment later Reid sat down next to him and called "Hier!" Blitz immediately trotted over to Reid and sat down before him. "Good boy!" Reid praised, then looked at Rossi. He took the man's hand and held it out for the dog to sniff. Blitz sniffed Rossi's hand, and then nudged it with his nose. Rossi blinked. The dog licked his hand, and Rossi pulled it back. The dog followed the hand and nudged it again.
"What the hell?" Rossi grumbled, shoving his hand into his pocket. The dog stared at him for a long moment, then let out a loud, demanding "WOOF!" Rossi's eyebrows shot up.
"Do NOT speak to me like that!" He commanded the dog, pointing a finger at Blitz. Blitz whined, and then put a paw on his knee.
"Awwwww!" the girls cooed, and Morgan was shaking in low chuckles.
"I think he likes you, Dave." Hotch said, a smile of amusement on his lips.
"Wonderful. Just what I've always wanted." Rossi snorted.
"… He wants you to pet him." JJ said, pointing at the dog. Rossi looked down, and Blitz perked up his ears and wagged his tail. This time, Hotch's shoulders began to shake with silent laughter.
"… Uhg." Rossi sighed in disgust, then reached out and pet the dog. Eyes immediately closed and a tail wagged harder in the joy that only a dog could feel.
"Good boy, Rossi!"
"Agent Morgan, I swear to God, I WILL shoot you." Rossi barked over the laughter. Reid smiled at Rossi.
"Thanks." He told the senior agent, and then returned to his original seat, taking Blitz with him and leaving Rossi to himself. Blitz lay down beside Reid's seat, perfectly relaxed now. And not long after, they finally landed.
The team disembarked and headed to their cars, Blitz happily prancing along between Hotch and Reid, occasionally sniffing at the cat carrier that was now growling again. When they got to Hotch's SUV, Reid opened the back hatch and without being told, Blitz leapt in and lay down, looking beyond happy. They loaded their bags and the cat, and then they were heading home. And the pair clasped hands over the center console as they drove.
Hotch glanced over at Reid.
"Spencer?"
"Yeah?"
"I was thinking."
"Yeah?"
"You said that you just wanted some white flowers and greenery at our wedding." Reid blinked up at the man, then blushed and nodded.
"Clean and simple." He said softly.
"… What would you think about adding a bit of… color?"
"Like what?"
"Well… you told me the meaning of the flowers you chose. And… I was wondering… why those?"
"… Because… some of them make me think of… you. And a couple of them make me think of, well… us."
"Well…" Hotch said, smiling as Spencer confirmed that his suspicions about the flowers were correct, "I would like to add in a couple of things to… represent you."
"And you want them to be colored?"
"Your favorite. Purple." Hotch said. Reid blinked a couple of times, and then smiled.
"And what flowers?"
"Gladiolus and Ivy."
Reid blinked, and then slowly, he blushed again. "… That… That's courage and fidelity."
"And I think they fit you perfectly." Hotch said. Reid smiled again. "I would take you straight to a fancy restaurant for dinner right now, but considering our cargo…"
"Thank you for letting me keep them, Aaron." Reid said, smiling.
"You're welcome. I'm worried about how Artemis and Apollo will take it."
"… they'll get over it." Reid shrugged. "But we need to stop at Petsmart and pick up supplies."
"Oh. Right." Hotch said, and merged into the right lane to head in the right direction. At Petsmart, Hotch got to carry the snarling cat carrier (Reid wouldn't let him leave Kamikaze in the car) and after putting the carrier in the cart, he followed the boy around while he did what he needed to do. He got dishes for the dog and cat, picked up the Royal Canin German Shepherd food for the dog, grabbed a new bag of Siamese formula for the cats, and another bag of Persian formula.
"… Can't the cats all eat the same diets?" Hotch asked, frowning. "This brand is really expensive."
"It's a REALLY good food." Reid said firmly. "And they make these breed specific diets specifically formulated to address the specific dietary needs that is unique to each breed." Hotch quirked an eyebrow, but then just sighed and shook his head and pushed the cart after Reid. Reid picked up more kitty litter ("Ooh! It's on sale!") and another litter box.
"Reid, we have three already!" Hotch cried, eyes wide.
"Number of cats plus one!" Reid announced calmly. "That's the rule for the number of litter boxes you should have." And he picked out a collar for the cat, and then they trotted to the other side of the store for a new collar for Blitz, as his leather collar was old, worn and cracked. Reid got the dog a couple of toys, mostly balls and frizbees, and then he headed to the vet clinic in the back where he made appointments for the dog and cat, explaining that the cat had never seen a vet and had to be neutered, and briefly explaining the dog's background, and leaving them a copy of his meager vet records.
They were ambushed on their way out of the store by the Trainer, trying to sell them training classes for their new dog, but Reid just grinned and announced that the dog was Schutzhund trained, and the Trainer's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. She and Reid then launched into an excited conversation about dog training, and so Hotch just sighed and rolled the cart to the front of the store, paying for everything and getting two tags engraved with the new animals' names, and both Reid and Garcia's cell phone numbers, as Reid had for the other two cats at home.
And finally they were leaving, heading home and pulling into the garage.
"Ahhhh… home sweet home." Reid announced, getting out of the car. "You know!" He called over the roof. "We need to get started on decorating for Christmas!"
"Oh?" Hotch asked as they reached the trunk and opened it up. Hotch watched as Blitz hopped out and began sniffing around the garage.
"It's our first Christmas in this house." Reid said, smiling at his lover. "And I want it to be… special."
"… then it will be." Hotch assured him gently, and they began carrying things inside. Blitz trotted in, nose to the floor, and he began to slowly make his way through the house, smelling EVERYTHING. Reid knelt and set Kamikaze's carrier on the floor of the master bathroom and let him out. He had set up a litter box, food and water, and set the carrier in the corner for the cat to hide in if he felt he needed to, and then he shut the cat inside. Hotch gave him a questioning look.
"We'll let him get used to the house slowly." Reid explained. "First the bathroom, then the bathroom and bedroom, then the whole upstairs master suite, and then the rest of the house."
"Ah." Hotch nodded. "What do you want for dinner? HEY!" Reid looked where Hotch was running. The dog had cornered a panicking Artemis in the fireplace of the Master Suite's sitting room. "NO!" The dog had frozen, wide eyed.
"Hotch!" Reid called, and the man skidded to a stop, looking back and forth between Reid and the dog. Reid grinned, walking up to Hotch and kissing his cheek. "Look at YOU being protective of the cats…" He chuckled, then moved over to the fireplace and reaching in, seizing Artemis by her scruff and dragging her out, cradling her close to his chest. "Shhh… It's okay." He told her, then knelt. Her eyes widened and she dug her claws into him as Blitz leaned in to sniff her, wagging his tail. Reid just shifted the cat, detaching her claws from his shirt, and turned her to face the dog. Her tail was all puffed up and her hackles were up. The dog whined and leaned in, nosing her chest. She hissed and WHACK!
The dog yelped and jumped back, shaking his head. Artemis growled, then bared her teeth and hissed at the dog, ears flat against her skull. Reid chuckled, grinning.
"There, see? She can take care of herself." He said and released the cat, who fled into the bedroom and under the bed. "Knowing Apollo, it's going to be a few days before HE emerges from wherever he's hiding." Hotch chuckled, shaking his head at the thought of the shy male Siamese cat.
The pair then headed down the stairs and collapsed onto the sofa with a stack of take out menus and began going through to decide what to get for dinner. Then, as Hotch began to dial, the phone in his hand rang. He blinked, looking at the screen.
"It's Haley…" He said, surprised.
"I'll order the food on my cell." Reid said, taking it out of his pocket and moving across the room to place the order, and give his fiance some privacy. Hotch took a deep breath and answered.
"Haley, how are you?"
"I'm doing fine, Aaron." Haley responded. "Listen… We're having a Family Christmas at my parents' place, and… well, since you're Jack's father, we want you to be there."
"… We? Your parents don't even like me anymore."
"Please, Aaron? For me… For Jack?"
"… Family Christmas?"
"Yes."
"The WHOLE family?"
"Yes, Aaron.
"… Everyone?"
"Everyone. The whole family."
"… Alright, then."
Haley sighed. "Thank you, Aaron. We'll see you then." Hotch hung up the phone.
"Everything okay?" Reid asked, walking over.
"… Haley invited us to have Christmas with her family."
"… Her parents hate you!"
"I know."
"You agreed?"
"Well… she said it was for the whole family." Hotch said. Reid blinked. "And that means you, too."
"… She… okayed it?"
"Sure."
"Aaron…"
"I asked if it was for the WHOLE family… she said yes."
"… Nice." Reid snorted, and Hotch grinned.
"I asked, she said yes."
"You said FAMILY."
"And you ARE my family." Hotch said calmly. Reid blinked, then smiled, flushing slightly.
"This is going to be a disaster, you know that, right?" Reid asked.
"It will make a point." Hotch said firmly. "She needs to know that this isn't a phase, and you're not going away." Hotch then smiled and playfully flicked some of Reid's hair into his face, and the boy snorted and ran his fingers through his long locks, pushing it all back out of his face again.
"I appreciate that, Aaron." He said, smiling up at the man. Hotch leaned over and kissed him. Reid sighed, eyes fluttering closed. But then both men jumped apart as a large dog barked at them. They stared at Blitz, who was prancing in place.
"… I think he has to pee." Reid mumbled, heaving himself up off of the sofa with a sigh and opening the door to the back yard. "I'm gonna go out with him. Make sure he doesn't take off."
"The back yard is fenced in." Hotch pointed out.
"Just in case!" Reid called over his shoulder, closing the door behind him. Hotch sighed and leaned back into the sofa, and slowly, a smile came to his lips. He shook his head and stood, heading into the kitchen to get ready for dinner when it arrived. And half an hour later, the pair were enjoying their Italian at the kitchen table while Blitz chowed down in the corner. A moment later, there was a crash, and yowling from upstairs. Reid and Hotch froze, and then looked at each other, eyes wide.
"… I guess we know where Apollo was hiding this time." Hotch offered weakly, and then watched Reid bolt up the stairs. Hotch just sighed and looked down at Blitz, who was staring at him, head cocked to the side.
"… Why did I say 'yes'?" He asked the dog. The dog blinked, then snorted and trotted out of the room, heading up the stairs after Reid, only to come charging down on a panicked Apollo's heels a moment later, a happy doggy grin on his face. Hotch watched the puffed up freaked out cat haul ass, before he finally remembered himself and bellowed out "NEIN!"
The dog skidded to a stop and stared at Hotch, eyes wide and tail tucked in. Hotch blinked. He hadn't expected the dog to actually obey him. "… Good boy." He said, and the dog slowly relaxed. "… If only most agents obeyed as well as you."
"I heard that." Reid snapped, heading down the stairs. Hotch smiled up at him.
"What? Telling DAVE to do something is like talking to a two year old who has just fallen in love with the word 'No' and a pre-teen who has just discovered the art of sarcasm all rolled into one'!"
"I am SO telling him that you said that!" Reid grinned, chuckling darkly.
"… Traitor." Hotch snapped.
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