Will be Foyet/Reid eventually, yee be warned. This probably won't make much sense if you haven't watched Omnivore, as some parts are taken directly from it, and the first handful of chapters tie in directly to that episode.
Deal with the Devil- Chapter 1
The First Promise
SSA Dr. Spencer Reid thought that he'd never fall in love, at least not a first sight, anyways. But as he stared off at the history aisle of the bookstore, Spencer couldn't help but grin. The man easily grinned back at him with sensitive eyes but yet held a worn and torn look to him. Spencer's eyes darted back down to his book when the man started walking over to his side of the building. Trying to act as though he hadn't just been staring off at him, his eyes quickly scanned back over the book pages, effortlessly reading them in a distinct pattern.
"I couldn't help but ask…Can you actually read that fast?" he smiled, amused. "It takes me forever to read, so you can imagine how jealous I am right now," he smirked.
"Well, there's nothing to be jealous of," Spencer blushed. "It may be nice, but it does get the line 'can you do me a small favor' an awful lot." Feeling like a schoolgirl talking to her crush, Spencer briskly moved his fingers so they could stop the spare piece of hair from falling in his face. 'I probably sound like an idiot. I bet he's not interested in me, anyways,' he thought.
"Oh? Well, what field of work are you in?" the strange but charming man asked. "Er, well, I guess we should start with names," he laughed, sensing Spencer's uneasiness.
"Ah, yeah," Spencer nodded. "Spencer Reid."
"John Miles," he replied, extending his hand.
Smiling, Spencer mimicked the action and inwardly giggled. 'See? He's not a stranger anymore.'
"So Spencer, do you want to get some coffee with me?" John smiled charmingly.
"Of course."
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His name- of course-wasn't John Miles, and he-of course-already knew all about Spencer Reid. As the man walked into Spencer's apartment, he almost felt sad. It would be a great comeback for him, though. Killing an agent would definitely get him the right kind of attention, but still…
'No,' he thought, 'I can't yet; it's not time.'
"Thanks for the coffee." Spencer's voice broke through his thoughts, and he forced a smile on his face as he sat down opposite of the younger man. He drew his knees up to his chest, 'John' noted, and he immediately frowned.
"Is something wrong?" he asked Spencer.
"Ah, no, sorry. Nervous tick, I guess." The lie was obvious even to someone who wasn't a profiler, and 'John' immediately caught on to it. Sensing he'd been outed, Reid sighed, knowing that he'd have to give him something to work with as an excuse. "I'm sorry, I've just never done this before…."
"Done what?" 'John' frowned.
"Let a stranger into my apartment on a whim," Reid mumbled quietly.
John placed a supportive hand on Reid's knee comfortingly. "I won't make you regret it, I promise." Spencer smiled shyly at him, trying not to squirm underneath the man's touch.
"I'd like to trust you," Reid admitted, "but I don't know if I can."
The sadness in his eyes, the quiet desperation seeping out of those big brown eyes made John realize that he couldn't kill Reid tonight. He needed to gain his trust first, and it was clear that he didn't currently have that. There was something different about his latest victim that made him unlike his other ones. No, something was truly unique about this one, and he was determined to find out what it was.
"Uhm, well, it's getting late and-"
"It's not even eight, Spencer," John frowned., "but if you'd like me to leave, I'd be glad to." John watched Spencer bite down on his lip, obviously nervous about asking him to leave. He knew that it was what he wanted, though, and since he did have to gain his trust, he nodded and stood up. "It was great meeting you, Spencer. I hope… I hope that we can run into each other again." John smiled charmingly, extending his hand to Spencer for a second time that day. With nervous and shaky hands, Spencer returned the welcoming and slid something into John's hand.
"Call me, and we won't have to run into each other," he smiled back. "Good night, John."
John resisted the urge to kiss Spencer before walking out the door, snickering in his head. 'Check… and mate.'
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Two Days Later….South Boston, Massachusetts
SSA Aaron Hotchner stepped inside the small house and down next to Tom Shaunessy. The man seemed almost relieved to see him, and that alone was enough to scare him. If he hadn't understood the seriousness of the situation to begin with, Hotch surely did when the man continued to talk.
Tom's eyes scanned over to the clippings on the wall about the Boston reaper case. Unnecessarily, he asked, "You remember that case?"
"Yeah, of course. It was my first case working as section leader for the BAU," Hotch frowned. "You sent my team away halfway through the investigation without making an arrest." Hotch waited for Tom to go on, knowing that his poor health was making the conversation even harder than it should be.
"The killings stopped and I sent you away," he whispered back. With quivering hands, he passed Hotch an envelope, pulling out the letter that laid on the top of the file. Carefully 'reading' it, Hotch's frown deepened. "What is this about?" Hotch asked.
Tom, mimicking the grim expression, leaned back in his seat. "A deal with the devil."
Then, he continued to read the letter aloud.
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Gee, wonder who 'John' is…..This will be Foyet/Reid, so please be warned! And have no fear, things will get interesting- with longer chapters- fairly quickly. Thnx for reading! Oh, and in case you're wondering, yes, I am one sick mother. (Quoting a 'Dean Winchester' there…) Spencey cookies to all who knows who he is!
