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Anything For You

Hatochiisai

No own. Piss off.

Slash warning Hotch/Reid, UnSubOC/Reid (non-con)

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Chapter 9

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Reid, Hotch and Rossi all jerked awake at the sound of the dumb waiter. Reid frowned and slowly sat up, wincing.

“I’ve got it.” Hotch said, standing. Rossi turned his head, coughing slightly.

“Toss Rossi the thermometer.” Reid told Hotch. Hotch did as he was told.

“Come on, kid.” Rossi groaned.

“Do it.” Reid said, firmly. Rossi sighed and poked the thing into his mouth. It beeped.

“There. 99.8.” Rossi said.

“Good. Your fever is almost gone.” Reid said with a nod. “You next, Hotch.”

Hotch rolled his eyes but did as he was told. “… 98.4.” He told Reid showing the boy the thing. “Now YOU.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You.” Hotch said. “You’re flushed.” Reid scowled and snatched the thing, poking it into his mouth. It beeped and Hotch snatched it before Reid could. “… 102.4” Hotch read, and leveled a look on Reid. Reid blinked at him, innocently. “Take it easy, Reid. Don’t get sick.”

“It’s just a fever. Could be from my injuries.”

“Still.” Hotch said, then opened the dumb waiter. He stared. “… Wow.”

“What?” Reid asked.

“You and Emily made this?” Hotch asked. A moment later, mouthwatering smells drifted through the room. Reid and Rossi perked up. Hotch turned, holding plates piled with turkey and all of the fixings.

“Hm. Happy Thanksgiving.” Rossi announced accepting the plate from Hotch, who turned and handed one to Reid. Reid eyed the plate as if it were dangerous, but slowly took it.

“Reid.” Hotch said, firmly. “Eat.”

“… Okay…?” Reid said, raising an eyebrow. Hotch grabbed his own plate and sat down on the edge of his bed, staring at Reid on the bed beside him. Reid was poking at the food.

“Reid. I know he hurt you. And I know that you probably feel sick about eating right now—“

“It’s not that.” Reid said, frowning, picking up a bit of stuffing on his fork and sniffing at it. “I don’t trust this food, that’s all.”

Rossi stopped, eyes wide, fork in his mouth. “You think he poisoned it?!” He blurted around the mass of turkey on his tongue.

“No… I don’t trust it because I was the one who made it.” Reid mumbled, poking his fork into his mouth. Hotch blinked, then rolled his eyes.

“Reid…” He sighed, in amused exasperation. Reid looked up, innocently.

“What?” He asked. Hotch smiled and moved to sit on the side of Reid’s bed.

“Excuse us, Dave.” He said then turned, leaned forward and kissed Reid, gently.

“Hey, you’re fine. It’s a little weird watching you two but as long as all clothes stay on and there are no incriminating moans, go for it.” Rossi said. Hotch pulled away from Reid, laughing.

“Deal.” He said, glancing at Rossi. Reid smiled and blushed, forking some green bean casserole into his mouth.

“Mmm…” He hummed, closing his eyes in near orgasmic delight at the taste of one of his favorite foods. Rossi raised an eyebrow and glanced at Hotch, who smiled and shrugged, then settled down to eat. And the trio fell into relaxed conversation. Reid was delighted to find that Shane had sent down large bowls of food so that the three men could have seconds. After Hotch and Rossi had both refilled their plates, they watched Reid sit down with some turkey and stuffing on his plate… and the whole bowls of green bean casserole and mashed potatoes. And he just started to stuff the food into his mouth. Rossi chuckled.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick, kid.”

“The skinny ones always eat more than you think is possible.” Hotch pointed out, chuckling.

“They’re my favorites!” Reid announced between bites.

“Mashed potatoes and green bean casserole?” Hotch asked.

“Yep.”

“… Note to self…” Hotch muttered to himself.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” Hotch said with a grin, and Rossi chuckled at the confused look on Reid’s face as he stuffed more mashed potatoes in his mouth. To Hotch and Rossi’s surprise Reid actually polished off most of the mashed potatoes and green bean casserole. Then the boy fell asleep snoring.

“… Not really seeing what it is that you see in the kid, but…” Rossi said, shrugging as they piled their dishes back into the dumb waiter. Hotch chuckled slightly, shaking his head. Then he walked over and pulled the blankets up over Reid. He smiled, brushing Reid’s hair away from his face, then turned and walked across the room and sat down by Rossi.

“I’ve been thinking…” Hotch said slowly. “You think that if we waited by the door, we could take Shane when he opens it?”

“… Are we sure we want to risk it?” Rossi asked.

“… I dunno. I guess I’m just frustrated.”

“Don’t be. We’ve made progress. Morgan and Prentiss have gone home.”

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Morgan and Emily both yelped as they were suddenly shoved out of the car. They heard people around them. A woman screamed, and a man exclaimed “Oh my God!” Then the slamming of a car door and squealing tires. Morgan was on his feet instantly, shoving the blindfold off. He watched the van speed away, noting the license plate. Then he turned and looked around. They were dropped at the Jefferson Memorial. Tourists stared.

“You!” Morgan said, pointing at one man. “I’m Special Agent Derek Morgan of the FBI. I need to use your phone.” The man blinked and fumbled, handing it over. Morgan dialed.

“Who goes there?”

“Baby Girl, you are music to my ears.”

“… Morgan?”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Garcia.”

“Oh my God, Morgan! JJ! JJ!!!” The woman on the other end of the line shouted. “Morgan, where are you?”

“Me and Prentiss have been dropped off at the Jefferson Memorial.”

“I’m sending someone right now!” Garcia gasped, tears of relief streaming down her face. The people at the Jefferson Memorial got a treat when thirty minutes later, Black SUV’s with flashing lights and sirens came flooding onto the scene. Morgan looked up at the tall blonde man walking over to him, quickly.

“SSA Perry.” He said, nodding.

“Agent Morgan.” Perry said, clasping Morgan’s hand and unlocking his handcuffs. “Good to see you back safe. Garcia wanted to come with us to get you.”

“I’ll bet she did. Let’s get back to the BAU.” Morgan said. “We have to get to work. We gotta get Reid and the others back.” And fifty minutes later (because Perry wasn’t driving like a bat out of hell this time) they were walking into the BAU office.

“MORGAN!” Garcia cried and flung herself at the man.

“Emily!” JJ gasped, and she and the other woman embraced. Strauss was hurrying over, looking immensely relieved.

“Are you two okay?!” She gasped.

“Fine.” Morgan said, nodding.

“He let you go?” Agent Kehoe demanded to know, looking baffled.

“… It was Reid.” Morgan said, shaking his head. “He negotiated our release.”

“.. Agent Reid?” Strauss gasped.

“Yeah.” Morgan said, nodding. “That guy was after Reid all along.”

“His name is Shane Harvey.” Emily said quickly, looking around at Perry’s team. Perry, Kehoe, Harper, Patroni, Stuer and Derr all listened carefully. “He was born 7/7/1977. As he approached his fortieth birthday, he went to a psychic, wanting to know why he hadn’t found he soulmate yet. She told him that at 7:07 on 07/07/07, his soulmate would walk into his life. At that time on that day, he was in a coffee shop. And at 7:07:07, guess who walked in the door?”

“Dr. Reid…” Harper groaned, letting her face fall into her hand.

“That’s absurd.” Stuer snorted, shaking his head.

“No one said he was sane.” Patroni pointed out, shrugging.

“No, he is NOT sane.” Emily said, shaking her head. “Reid told us how he was. He would sit with Reid on the sofa one moment, acting like Reid were the center of his universe… treat him like a cherished lover… and in the blink of an eye he would suddenly turn violent, hitting him and trying to force him to accept a position as the subservient personality in his delusional relationship. The man is… completely unbalanced.”

Stuer slowly let out a breath, frowning. “So… one hand would be offered lovingly to Agent Reid, and the other would be raised against him to strike if Agent Reid didn’t accept the first hand without hesitation?” Derr sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose

“Pretty much, yeah.” Emily said.

“Has Agent Reid been hurt?” Strauss asked. Neither Emily nor Morgan answered. They stared at the woman, then looked away.

“Oh God… what did he do to him?” Garcia whimpered.

“He hurt him, Baby Girl.”

“Did Agent Reid LET him?” Patroni asked, frowning.

“Yeah.” Morgan said. “He let Shane do whatever he wanted to him. If Reid fought him, Shane threatened to kill the rest of us.”

“… He thinks Dr. Reid is his soulmate…” Kehoe mused, frowning. “Did he molest him?”

JJ, Garcia, Morgan and Emily all winced at the blunt question.

“… He did.” Morgan sighed, running a hand over his head and staring past Strauss towards Reid’s desk. “He touched Reid… and he made Reid touch him back. He made us sick. He exposed us to the flu. And Reid had to… earn the right to take care of us. If Reid didn’t comply, the bastard withheld food and medicines. And you know Reid…” Morgan said, directing that last sentence towards Garcia and JJ.

“Any idea where he was holding you?” Perry asked.

“It was a long drive.” Emily said. “Three hours, maybe?”

“We got the make, model and license plate number of the car he dropped you off in from a witness at the Jefferson Memorial.” Harper said, frowning. “Barta is running it now.”

“WAS running it.” Everyone turned when TA Josh Barta ran up, printouts in his hands, glasses slipping down his nose. “This guy is NOT good at covering his tracks. The car actually IS his… now, he had an apartment here.” He tossed down a map and shoved his glasses back up into place. “It’s was two blocks away from Dr. Reid’s home. He moved in, get this… in October of 2007. And then… a couple of months ago, just moved out without any notification. And he drops off of the grid. Don’t know where he’s living now.”

“Sounds like a house in the woods.” Perry said, frowning. “Josh, collaborate with Garcia. Find this son of a bitch.” He growled. “Before his psychosis takes the abuse to the next level.”

Garcia’s eyes widened and she turned a fearful gaze onto Morgan. Morgan hugged her.

“It’s gonna be okay, Baby Girl.” He said. “Our boy is stronger than he looks. He can take whatever this guy throws at him and he’ll pull through.”

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Reid, Rossi and Hotch all looked up when they heard the door at the top of the stairs open. Rossi turned and looked at Reid and Hotch. Hotch was sitting leaning against the wall, his legs spread apart. Reid was sitting between them, leaning his back into Hotch’s chest. Hotch had his arms around Reid, hands resting on the boy’s flat belly, and Reid’s fingers were laced with Hotch’s. Reid looked at Rossi with a worried look. Hotch’s eyes darkened and he tightened his hold on Reid.

“Hotch… Let go, I have to—“

“No. You don’t.” Hotch growled.

“Spencer?” Shane called.

“Hotch!” Reid hissed, urgently. He began to squirm. “Please… He’ll come down here…”

“Spencer!”

“Let him…” Hotch growled.

“Hotch, this isn’t a good idea.” Rossi said, frowning.

“SPENCER!!!”

“Aaron, please…” Reid whimpered, then froze. Footsteps on the stairs. A moment later, Shane stepped into view, looking angry. His eyes flicked towards Rossi, who slowly stood, but then settled on Hotch and Reid. His eyes narrowed and fury erupted in them. Reid squirmed.

“… Hotch… let go of me… please…” He whimpered.

“Take your hands OFF of him.” Shane snarled.

“Why?” Hotch asked, visibly pulling Reid closer and tightening his hold. “So you can hurt him?”

Reid gulped, lowering his head nervously. Hotch squeezed him briefly and ran a hand up and down his chest. Reid flushed slightly, and pressed back into the man’s chest. Hotch could feel his lover’s heart pounding in fear.

“Let GO of him…” Shane growled.

“Please, Aaron…” Reid whispered.

“No.” Hotch growled.

“KNIFE!” Rossi shouted suddenly, and Shane launched himself at Reid and Hotchner. There was a yelp and the cot toppled over, sending all three men to the floor, fists and feet flailing.

“HOTCH!” Reid screamed, lashing out with his foot in the general direction of Shane’s knee. The knife flashed. Rossi could see a hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand holding the blade, but he wasn’t sure who. The pile of fighting men was chaotic at best. After a moment, Rossi cursed and leapt into the fray. Reid was clawing at Shane, who was trying to stab Hotch, and Rossi was just trying to get Shane away from the other two Agents. Eventually, fists were flying and striking at anyone they could hit, friend or foe. The hand holding the knife twisted free.

“NO!!!” Came the cry, and then a sharp gasp. And everything stopped. All four men lay there on the floor, gripping one another in confusion. Hotch lay on his back, staring up at Shane. Both men had wide eyes. Rossi was on his knees, precariously positioned and ready to lose his balance at any moment. One hand was gripping the back of Shane’s shirt, the other was holding Reid’s wrist at an awkward angle. Reid was on his back, lying across Hotch’s stomach, staring up at Shane with wide eyes. His shirt was slowly turning red around the knife sticking into his belly. Reid winced and let out a strangled groan. He let go of Hotch’s shoulder and slowly moved it to his own stomach.

“Reid… Reid?!” Hotch gasped, and the three other men began to struggle again. Reid grunted as he fell to the floor, Hotch’s body disappearing out from under him.

“Spencer…” Shane gasped, reaching out to Reid.

“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Hotch snapped, turning a look of pure venom onto Shane. Shane just blinked, startled, and then Rossi jerked him back.

“Give me the knife!” The Agent ordered. Shane blinked again and mentally shook himself, then whirled and shoved Rossi against the wall, holding the knife to his throat.

“NO!” Reid gasped, eyes wide.

“… Get upstairs. NOW!” Shane snapped.

“He has to lie still!” Hotch cried.

“NOW!!!” Shane screamed.

“Take Reid and go, Aaron!” Rossi tried to shout over Shane. Reid just lay on the floor, deafened by the screaming of all three men. He couldn’t take it. The knife… Blood dripping down Rossi’s neck… Reid scrambled to his feet and fled up the stairs and out the door, stumbling into the darkening woods. Tears ran down his face. The shouting began to fade. Reid didn’t know where he was going… he had to get away… He couldn’t take it… He just ran, blood flowing from the wound. He pressed a hand over it, stumbling through the leaves, his breath misting on the air.

“Dammit…” He gasped, and fell to his knees, tears running down his face. “DAMMIT!!” And he slammed his fists into the ground, screaming all of his fear, rage and frustration into the darkening trees.

A few minutes later, he heard a voice calling his name. He gasped and sobbed brokenly. He felt closer to breaking in that moment than any other over the last week… even when Shane had been raping him…

He heard the crackling of leaves under feet.

“Spencer…” Shane crooned, kneeling and wrapping an arm around Reid. Reid tensed for a moment, before turning and hiding his face into the man’s chest, his body wracked with sobs. Shane blinked, startled, but he pulled Reid close and held him tightly. “Spencer… are you okay?”

“… Let them go…” Reid cried, shaking his head. “PLEASE! I’ll do anything! Just let them go!”

“Shhh… come on. We need to get you back inside. We’ll patch you up good as new.” Shane said, worried. He pulled Reid to his feet and guided him back to the house. He took Reid straight to the bedroom and shoved him down onto the bed, stripping his shirt off. He wadded it up and pressed it to Reid’s wound.

“Hold it tightly here.” Shane said. Reid nodded and obeyed, holding the cloth tightly to his abdomen. Shane ran from the room. A few minutes later he returned and pulled the shirt away. “Just stay still.”

Reid again did as he was told. He gripped the blankets of the bed in tight fists at the pain as the man cleaned his wound gently. He stared down at the wound. It wasn’t as bad as he had thought… it was actually not a stab but a slash… it’s deepest point was the initial thrust of the blade, but it streaked across Reid’s oblique muscle, growing shallow before disappearing. It should probably get stitches, Shane thought to himself, but tape and bandages would have to work. He used butterfly tape to hold the edges of the wound together, then wrapped Reid tightly in bandages.

“You’ll be okay.” Shane said. He pulled Reid’s pants off and tucked him into bed, letting him rest sitting up against the headboard, propped up against some pillows. “Stay put.” He said, and left the room. Reid whimpered slightly. His heart was still pounding in his chest. He opened his eyes when Shane returned. He had food.

“Here… you need to eat.” The man said.

“Hotch. Rossi.” Reid said immediately, looking at the man. “Are they okay?”

“… a few cuts and bruises. I didn’t kill them.” Shane said.

“I want to see them.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“NO!” Reid cried. “You stabbed me!”

“I promise.” Shane insisted.

“I want to see them.” Reid said again. Shane sighed, then turned and left the room. A few minutes later, Reid heard footsteps. He looked up and his eyes widened.

“Hotch!”

“Reid!” Hotch gasped, his own eyes wide. He moved to go to Reid, but Shane snatched the back of his shirt, jabbing the gun into his back.

“Just look.” The man snarled.

“Reid, are you okay?” Hotch gasped, looking relieved.

“… I’ll live.” Reid said. “are you alright?”

“… I’m so sorry, Spencer.” Hotch breathed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Alright, enough.” Shane snapped, and jerked Hotch back.

“Aaron!” Reid cried, and watched Shane force the man out of his line of sight. Reid heard Shane snarl, “stop fighting or I’ll kill the other agent.” And so Hotch went quietly. A moment later, Shane returned.

“Hey kid.” Reid looked up and stared at Rossi. “You look comfy.”

“… More or less.” Reid said, shrugging. “Are you hurt?”

“I’ve had worse.” Rossi shrugged.

“… Tell Aaron I’m not mad at him.” Reid said, giving Rossi a pleading look. Rossi sighed and smiled slightly.

“Sure thing, kid. You just relax and take care of yourself. Get some rest. Eat.”

“Alright.” Shane snorted, and removed Rossi from the room. Rossi didn’t put up any fight, he went quietly. Now that Reid knew his team mates were okay, he leaned back and stared at the ceiling. He knew that luck had been on their side. By all rights, one of them should have died… instead, the only damage done was a gash on his stomach.

And in that moment, Reid did something he rarely did. He closed his eyes and prayed, thanking God that his team were still alive, and praying that he would be able to get Hotch and Rossi home safe…

And when Shane returned he quietly ate the meal the man had brought him, and went to sleep.
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