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Anything For You

Hatochiisai

No own. Piss off.

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

NOTE!!! Please read ‘Snowed In’, ‘Our Secret’ and ‘Keys’ first, in that order!!!!

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Chapter 1

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The team stood around the cellar door. Agent Hotchner looked at Morgan and nodded, then threw open the doors. Morgan moved, Rossi and Emily on his heels.

“FBI!” He shouted. JJ and Hotch followed. They ran down into the cellar and looked around. It was empty.

“… Damn.” Emily groaned. JJ whirled.

“NO!” She shouted, and the cellar doors slammed closed. A moment later, there was a hissing.

“… Oh no…” Morgan groaned as he watched the small jets spitting gas out into the room. “No no no no no…” And he ran to the door and began trying to force it open. But they didn’t budge. He heard his team coughing, behind him. He turned and looked at Hotch, trying to open the door beside him. There was a thud.

“JJ!” Emily cried. The blonde had fallen to the floor. Morgan stared at Hotch, anguish in his eyes. Emily slumped to the floor a moment later. Hotch and Morgan fought to open the door, while Rossi tended to the women. But only moments later, Rossi went down, too.

“Hotch…” Morgan gasped, coughing. Hotchner leaned heavily against the wall, and his knees buckled. Morgan watched his superior tumble down the stairs and lie still. Morgan ran down and knelt beside him, trying to see if he was alright… but his vision went blurry… The world spun, and Morgan hit the ground, eyes closed. The gas turned off. The doors to the cellar opened, and fans turned on. The gas was dispersed. A moment later, a tall man descended into the cellar. He smirked, looking around at the three men and two women lying passed out on the floor. But then, his smile faded.

“… Where is he…?” He breathed to himself, and rage appeared in his eyes. “… WHERE IS HE?!”

Jennifer Jereau… Emily Prentiss… Aaron Hotchner… Derek Morgan… David Rossi…

Spencer Reid was not here.

The man let a scream of rage fill the cellar. But it wasn’t over. He would have his prize… they were destined to be…

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Garcia stared at her screens, waiting. Reid paced behind her.

“Reid… I think we have to report this.” She said, turning and looking back at the young doctor. Reid looked at her. “There’s something wrong. The police didn’t find anything at the house.”

Reid sighed. “I have no choice then…” He mumbled and turned. He left her office and moved through the BAU. He did NOT like doing this, but he had no choice. He walked up to the door and stared at the name. SC Erin Strauss. He took a deep breath, and knocked.

“… Come in!” The woman called. Reid opened the door and walked in. She blinked. “Agent Reid…” She said, surprised. “What can I do for you?”

“… I uh… I think there’s a problem, Ma’am.” He said, fidgeting. “I think a raid went bad.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, standing.

“It’s been over four hours. My team hasn’t checked in yet. We sent police to the scene. They didn’t find anything.”

“… Your team is MIA?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Reid said, nodding. She quickly moved out from behind her desk. “Come with me, Agent Reid.” They left her office.

“REID!” They turned when Garcia cried his name across the bullpen. “COME QUICK!” Reid looked at Section Chief Strauss, then sprinted across the BAU and into Garcia’s office. Strauss followed a moment later.

“I just got a video file.” Garcia said.

“Play it.” Reid said with a nod, and Strauss stood looking over Garcia’s shoulder. The video started.

“… Oh my God…” Strauss gasped, a hand flying up to her chest. They were staring at a long room with five beds. In each bed was a member of the BAU team. They all seemed to be unconscious… Reid could make out their chests rising and falling.

“I’m disappointed, Spencer.” Came a voice. Reid frowned. It was familiar. “Why weren’t you with them? I gave the information to YOU. I would think that you would have gone with them…” Reid frowned, glancing at Strauss. “I will call you.” The voice continued. “At exactly five o’clock. We will make arrangements from there.” The video ended.

“Reid…” Garcia gasped. “Please don’t tell me this is another of your freaky fans…”

“… I’ve asked this question before…” Reid grumbled, straightening. “Why don’t I ever get any NORMAL fans…?” He looked at Strauss, who was staring at him.

“Who gave you the information on where to send the team?” Strauss asked.

“… Ahhh…” Reid closed his eyes and thought. “Dustin Gray. He came forward as a witness in our current case.” He said, looking at her. He scowled. “I guess it was a false lead.” The woman sighed.

“It happens.” She said slowly. “I’m heading this up. You are not to make a move. I’m going to get a team together.” And she turned and walked out of the room.

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At four fifty, Strauss walked up to Reid. “Agent Reid. Please come with me.” She said. Reid blinked and nodded, grabbing his cell phone and following her.

“I’ve had another BAU team look at your current case, and at the current situation.”

“And?” Reid asked.

“They don’t think they’re related.”

“What?!” Reid yelped. They reached another office, just like the one Reid worked in. The office of another BAU team. She led him to their conference room. It was just like theirs. But their table wasn’t a circle, it was oval. The team was there, case files spread everywhere. Several of them nodded to Reid. One smiled. Reid nodded back. They were all acquainted, but that was all. Reid was slightly unnerved by the sight of several supervisory special agents and other higher ranking leading agents…

“Dr. Reid.” The team leader said, standing. Reid nodded to him, taking his offered hand.

“SSA Perry.” Reid said with a nod.

“Your cell?” The man asked. Reid held it up and sat it down on the table. “We are going to sit in on the conversation. Our tech analyst will record it. I take it I don’t have to tell you what we expect.”

“Get him talking and keep him talking as long as I can.” Reid said calmly as Strauss guided him over to a chair, pushing him down into it. He was surprised that she kept a hand on his shoulder. He had a feeling it was more territorial than compassionate. She was staking her claim before other Section Chiefs; this brilliant Agent was HER Agent. Reid inwardly rolled his eyes. “Humanize my team. Talk about them. Call them by name.” Reid continued. Perry nodded.

“Our TA has linked systems with yours. The two will work together and try to track the call.” He continued. Reid nodded. They had five minutes.

“Section Chief Strauss said you don’t think this is related to our case?” Reid asked.

“No, we don’t.” Said a woman, who Reid recalled was SSA Kehoe. “We think this UnSub used your case as a way to get close and set a trap.”

“A trap.” Reid repeated.

“He’s after YOU, Dr. Reid.” Perry said. “He played the part of a witness for your case and fed you information to lead you into a trap. But you weren’t with your team.”

“No…” Reid said, shaking his head. “I stayed to work another angle with Garcia.”

All conversation stopped when Reid’s phone buzzed its way across the table. Everyone stared at it. “He’s early…” Reid said, reaching out and snatching it as the vibrating sent it dancing across the table away from him again, heading towards Kehoe’ coffee cup. Reid stared. “Bastard…” He hissed, eyes darkening. “He’s calling from Hotch’s phone…”

“Trace it.” Perry told their Tech Analyst, Josh Barta. Barta nodded and Perry quickly plugged Reid’s phone into their equipment. He nodded to Reid, who accepted the call.

“… Dr. Reid.” He called out to the speaker, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. Strauss squeezed his shoulder in what was supposed to be a supportive gesture, but Reid flinched. He did NOT want to be touched by the woman who had tried to get rid of Hotch…

“Spencer…” came the voice over the phone. Reid narrowed his eyes. The people watching him could tell that he did NOT appreciate this UnSub calling him by his first name.

“… Yes.” Reid growled through clenched teeth.

“It’s so good to finally talk to you…” The voice said, relief plain in his tone.

Reid sat back, crossing his arms and grumbling, “The feeling’s not mutual…” Strauss tightened her hold on Reid’s shoulder in a silent warning, but Kehoe’s eyes sparkled in silent laughter.

“Spencer?” The man on the line called; he hadn’t heard Reid.

“I’m here.” Reid spoke up. “You have my team?”

“… I do.” The man sighed.

“I want to talk to them.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. Put Agent Hotchner on.”

“… I don’t think so.”

“What is it that you want from me?” Reid asked. “You said that I was supposed to be with them?”

“You were! I gave the information to YOU so that YOU would be the one to come!” The man shouted, suddenly. “If you had come with your team, none of this would have happened!”

Reid frowned. “What do you mean?”

“If you had come, I could have just taken you with me and left them there! And they could have just gone home!”

“Do you really think that they would have just gone home without me?” Reid asked, raising his eyebrows. “They wouldn’t rest until they had me back! Jut as I won’t rest until I have THEM back.”

“You care about your team, Spencer.” The man said after a moment. Reid glanced around at the people sitting and standing at the table. He moved to the edge of the chair, resting his arms on the table and folding his hands. He stared at the phone and leaned forwards, intense gaze on the piece of equipment.

“I do. They’re my family.” He said. Strauss tightened her hand on his shoulder again. Annoyed, Reid leaned away and brushed her hand off of his shoulder. She blinked in surprise, then leveled a cold glare on the back of his head. Reid could feel it, but he didn’t care. Kehoe, Perry, and a couple of the other agents met amused glances.

“… I thought so…” The man sighed, sounding almost sad to admit it. “I have watched you with them.” Reid narrowed his eyes. “Big brother Derek… so quick to pick on you and tease you… but quick to come to your aid should he feel you are threatened. Big sister Emily, always concerned with your well being and emotional state. She doesn’t like to see you try to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Big sister JJ, always loving and supportive. Se gave you the honor of being her son’s Godfather.”

“Yes.” Reid said quickly. “Henry needs her. You have to let her go.”

“Dear Aunt Penelope.” The man continued as if Reid had never spoken. “Nurturing… Always there to cheer you up. Uncle Dave…” Reid raised an eyebrow at that. “Stands back and watches. He lets you live and learn… make your own mistakes. But he is quick to step in and offer assistance and guidance wherever he can without being too obtrusive… Then there was the father figure… Jason…” Reid tensed and he set his jaw and narrowed his eyes again. “He left you, didn’t he Spencer? Just like your father…?”

“That is NONE of your business!” Reid hissed, fisting his hands so tightly that his skin whitened.

“And Big Sister Elle…”

“… Shut up…” Reid growled.

“She was the big sister who protected you, but also toughened you up… helped you come into your own… But she left you, too… Let me assure you, Spencer. I will never leave you.” Reid did not respond. “There’s one person that I really can’t place, though; Aaron Hotchner. What is he to you?”

Reid froze, eyes widening slightly, but he quickly narrowed them again. He could feel his pulse pick up… immediately, his mind flashed back to that night when Hotchner actually DID become something to him… something significant… The team had been out on the town. Garcia got them into a drinking game and Reid lost. Spectacularly. There had been a weather advisory warning, so Hotch had taken Reid home with him, rather than have Garcia drive Reid all the way across town, then drive back so SHE could go home. And it was a good thing, too. Poor Reid never would have made it up the stairs to his apartment. He was completely plastered. Hotch barely got Reid to his sofa before the boy had collapsed.

A blizzard had moved in that night, and not only had he and Hotch been snowed into the house, but power had gone out. So they had taken up residence in Hotch’s bedroom with a fire in the fireplace. That night, Reid had woken Hotch by smacking the man in the face while caught in the throes of a nightmare. Hotch had woken Reid from the dream, and something had happened. Before they knew it, the pair were in the midst of a fierce session of lovemaking. Reid closed his eyes lightly and shivered, holding back a moan at the memory. He and Hotch had been… well… he tried desperately not to blush in front of all the profilers in the room… but he and Hotch had been secret lovers ever since. The man meant more to him than anyone in this world… But no one could ever know… (AN: See ‘Snowed In’

“He’s my boss.” Reid said slowly through clenched teeth. His hands shook in fury at the thought of Hotch being held captive somewhere… because of HIM.

“Oh no… He’s more than that. He’s family. I just can’t figure out who…” The man said.

Reid turned to Barta, typing away at his laptop. The man felt Reid’s eyes and looked up. He set his lips in a grim line and shook his head slightly. He wasn’t getting anything. Reid frowned.

“Hotch is my boss.” Reid said again. “I want to talk to him. Put him on the phone.”

“What IS he, Spencer?” The man asked.

“He’s my boss. He’s my friend. He’s a father. His son’s name is Jack. And even though he is divorced, he’s a husband. And he loves his wife. He’s a leader. And he is needed here. Please. Let him go. Let them ALL go.” The man said nothing in response to Reid’s words. Reid took a deep breath and continued.

“Emily is not just an Agent, she is a daughter. She has a father and mother who both love her. And even though she is not close to them, it would be devastating for them if anything happened to her.”

“Derek Morgan has a mother and sisters. He is the only man in the family, and so they lean on him. They can count on him. And he needs to be there for them. Just as he is always there for his team.” Perry’s team nodded their encouragement… keep talking about his team… tell the UnSub who they were… make them human… Make him feel remorse for taking them… Make him want to let them go…

“David Rossi lives for his work.” Reid continued. “He puts all of himself into every case, just like Gideon did. Because he cares for the victims and he is driven to see justice done for them. JJ is a mother who is completely devoted to Henry. He needs her. You can’t keep her from him. Please. These are people who are all loved and needed. Don’t destroy lives. Not over me.”

The UnSub was silent for a long time. “You care for them… like family…” He finally gasped. Reid blinked in surprise. The man’s voice was thick with tears. Reid looked up and around the table. No WAY was he THAT good… what the HELL was going on?

“I don’t want to hurt anyone…” The man whimpered. Reid leaned closer.

“Let them go. This doesn’t have to go any further.”

“Yes it does…”

“Only if you choose to LET it.” Reid insisted. “But this can end here and now. Let them go.”

“… I… I want to arrange a meeting.”

“Okay!” Reid said, eagerly.

“You will meet me?”

“Yes. When and where?”

“… Tonight?”

“Where?” Reid asked. The people around him were holding their breaths.

“I don’t know yet. I’ll call you.” The man said. “At nine o’clock. On your cell. You will drive yourself there and meet with me. ALONE.”

“Okay.” Reid said, ignoring the insistent gestures from Perry.

“I will bring one of your team with me. And I will release them. Unharmed.”

“Who?” Reid asked, frowning.

“… Who do you want?”

“… JJ.” Reid said. “JJ needs to get home to Henry and Will.”

“Yes. She does.” The UnSub sighed. “I promise. As long as you meet me alone, I will release JJ and I won’t hurt the others. I don’t WANT to hurt the others.”

“I know you don’t.” Reid said. “You never meant for this to happen.”

“No… I didn’t. I never wanted anyone else involved. I never wanted anyone hurt.”

“Did you hurt them?”

“No.”

“Then it’s okay.” Reid said brightly. “Bring them all and turn yourself in. I’m sure you’ll be shown leniency.”

“I… I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask.” Reid said.

“Okay… See you soon?” The man asked, almost plaintively.

“… Soon.” Reid responded.

“… Okay… Bye…” And there was a soft click. Reid immediately looked to the TA. He shook his head.

“Nothing?!” Reid yelped.

“Nothing.”

“What?! But… but… it’s not like it was a disposable cell or something! He was using Hotch’s phone!”

“He was bouncing the signal from tower to tower.” The TA said, shrugging. “All I can say is he’s within 200 miles of us.”

“… I could have told you that!” Reid snapped, standing. “It only took him three hours to move my team to wherever they are!”

“Agent Reid, that’s enough!” Strauss said, firmly. Reid turned and glared at her. She froze in shock. She had never seen anything but a quiet, awkward boy in Reid… But now she saw the blazing fury of a passionate young man whom someone had crossed in a VERY bad way.

Reid snatched his phone up and stormed from the room. The agents all watched him go.

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Garcia sighed and walked up to the door, staring at the gold name plate.

AARON HOTCHNER

She lightly tapped on the door. No one answered. The blinds were closed. Slowly, she pushed the door open. Reid was curled up on the sofa, asleep. Only one little side lamp was on.

“Reid?” She called, shaking his shoulder. “Reid, honey…” Reid jerked slightly, blinking up at her.

“… Garcia?” He yawned, and sat up. She watched the coat he had been sleeping under slide down off of his shoulder… it was one of Hotchner’s coats.

“It’s eight thirty, Reid. Strauss wants you in her office right now.” The woman said. Reid nodded, standing and proceeding straight there. The room was rather crowded. The other BAU team scooted over to make room. But Reid was quickly drawn into the middle of the room. He blinked when they began to wire him up.

“Agent Reid.” Strauss said, firmly. “Our goal here is to get back your team. NOT exchange one agent for another. Do you understand me?”

“… Yes Ma’am.” Reid said, holding still as the other Agents finished wiring him. The Section Chief stared at him.

“We will stay in contact. You WILL follow orders. No rash heroics.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Reid said again, nodding. “I assure you. My only concern is the safety of my team, and resolving this without any casualties.”

“Good. Agents Perry and Kehoe will follow you in one car, Agents Harper and Patroni in another.” Strauss said. Reid looked at them. Agent Perry was tall and well built with bleached hair that had been cropped close to his scalp, but was starting to need a haircut… He stared at Reid with blue-gray eyes hidden under a pronounced brow… He was cold and calculating. Agent Kehoe was a tall woman with auburn hair and dark brown eyes. She was also well built and toned, but still maintained her femininity. She smiled and winked at Reid. Harper was shorter than Kehoe with light brown hair and blue eyes that sparkled with warm humor. Beside her, Patroni was tall and thin, but toned. He had black hair, brown eyes and a dark complexion… his ethnicity was difficult to place… he looked like he could be Middle Eastern, Indian, or even Hispanic. He jerked his chin at Reid in a cocky greeting, a smug smirk on his face. Reid could feel his arrogance, but at the same time, he could see a kind and caring nature in the man’s eyes.

Reid allowed the Agents to fit the Kevlar vest on his body, FBI emblazed in white on it. Reid made sure his gun was secure at his hip, and put in his earpiece.

“Are you ready?” Perry asked.

“Yeah.” Reid said, nodding.

“Then let’s go.” Patroni said with a grin, looking eager for some action. Reid nodded to Strauss, who returned the gesture, then walked out of her office. Garcia stood there, clutching a pen with fluffy purple feathers on the end.

“Reid…” She whimpered. “Please be careful.” Reid blinked, then smiled at her. She hugged him tightly. Reid grinned and hugged her back. “Please bring our family home, kiddo…” She whispered to him.

“I will.” Reid assured her, then turned and walked away.

The four Agents escorted him down to the garage. “Here.” Kehoe said, handing Reid the keys to one of the black town cars. Reid nodded.

“Thanks.” He said. Then, his phone rang. Reid looked at the four Agents, then pulled out his phone. Hotchner Calling. He answered. “This is Reid.”

“… Jefferson Memorial.” Came the voice.

“… Alright. I’m on my way.” Reid said, and hung up. “Jefferson Memorial.” He told the Agents. They nodded and headed out.

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