A/N: This fic is Hotch/ Reid with William/Reid non-con… it is AU and has heavy themes. Mentions (and maybe acts of) Non-con and physical abuse, self harm and mentions of drug use. Help me with ideas, I need them!
Title- She will be Loved
Words- 1,025
Genre- Angst & Hurt/Comfort
Rating- M
Author- CriminalMindsLove1
Pairing- Hotch/Reid; William/Reid (non-con)
Warning- Mentions of non-con, self harm, physical abuse, and drug use… Wow that's a list…
He stepped outside into the mid- June rain and thought of the events that happened in the last two weeks.
Beauty Queen of only 18 she,
Had some troubles with herself
Spencer Reid was an 18 year old genius, who had no consensual experiences with love. The only 'love' he's ever received was that of his father who has repeatedly raped and beat him since his mother died when he was four years old. It never ended, and eventually he turned to slicing his wrist to let the blood wash away the dirt that stained his mind, or shooting up to become blissfully unaware for at least a few hours. One Friday in early June he cut himself too deeply and carefully wandered out into the streets of Las Vegas to find the nearest hospital. He walked for close to a mile when the pain and blood loss became too much and he collapsed… right into the arms of a man. That was the day his life changed forever, the day he met Aaron Hotchner.
He was always there to help her she,
Always belonged to someone else
Aaron Hotchner was a solitary man in his early thirties, no wife or children to speak of, and an average 9-5 job. The only reason he was walking down Decatur Boulevard at 2 a.m. was because he had nothing better to do. He was just whistling to himself, when the man walking—more like stumbling—next to him suddenly crumpled. His arms instinctively jolted forward and he sloppily caught the young man. He saw a pain-filled pair of glassy honey hazel eyes lazily stare at him.
"What happened?" he asked hesitantly, terrified for the young man in his arms. He slowly slid down the brick building and sat on the cool pavement. The honey eyes glanced at him again and down to his wrist, which was, to Aaron's horror, moderately oozing blood. His gasped lightly and looked at the young man again, his heart still fluttering in his chest. His eyes were still lazily open, his mouth slightly parted. He desperately needed a hospital. Then he noticed something else, his jaw was harshly bruised, along with his left eye, his lip was split, and he was forming an eggplant colored bruise on his swollen cheek…
'He was beaten… but who cut his wrist?' He thought to himself. He silenced those thoughts and pulled out his worn blackberry. He dialed three serious numbers.
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The neutral voice asked.
"I—a man I do not know just collapsed in my arms, I think he or someone else cut his wrist, and also appears to have been beaten… I need an ambulance quickly." He calmly said.
"Alright sir, I have your location and I am sending an ambulance now… try to keep him awake, and stay on the line with me."
Aaron looked down at the young man who couldn't have been older than eighteen and saw him slowly closing his eyes.
"Oh no you don't, stay awake for me… please? Tell me, what's your name?" Aaron asked.
"Sp-Spencer R-Reid. M-My dad… Wil-liam… he—again." The boy replied, tears streaming down his face. This made Aaron's heart race. What did his father do?
"What about your father, Spencer? How old are you?" He asked keeping the conversation light.
"Eighteen… I—He—NO!" He shouted, and sirens wailed from around the corner.
"Spencer! The ambulance is here, okay?" Aaron frantically asked.
"Stay with me?" He feebly asked and his eyes slid shut. A weary eyed paramedic ran over to the pair and assessed both citizens. Both were covered in blood and pale, but only one of them actually looked wounded.
"When did he lose consciousness?" He asked, referring to the young brunette.
"Just as you arrived. He lost a lot blood… I tried to help… please, can I ride with him?" He asked feeling exhausted.
"Of course, we just have to get him stabilized and then we'll be taking him to Saint Gabriel just a mile up the road." Another paramedic added as he walked towards them with a red duffel bag. He wrapped a white bandage tightly around Spencer's wrist and started an IV of a clear liquid.
"What's that? What did you give him?" Aaron asked frantically. The paramedic patiently smiled and gently explained.
"This is D5W, or 5% dextrose and water, all it does is stabilize a patient with moderate to severe blood loss. It's basically a fluid replacement, don't worry…. But we have to go now." The paramedic added lightly.
"Oh… ok." Aaron stammered before getting in to the backseat of the ambulance.
"So did he tell you anything about how this happened?"
"He said 'His father did it again'… I don't know what that means… Is he going to be ok?" He asked, yawning lightly.
"He should be, and you can definitely visit him in the morning… AFTER you get some rest." He said as they pulled up to the ambulance entrance.
The next morning Aaron woke up with a start, sweating and panting. He had a dream… a bad dream, where the young adult from last night died in his arms. He shakily got up and distractedly got dressed. He made himself a bland breakfast of toast and sunny-side up eggs. He filled his large coffee mug up and finally got in his car and drove to the hospital. His heart pounded as he asked the whereabouts of a young Spencer Reid.
"4th floor Psychiatric ICU, he is authorized visitors, but you mustn't upset or scare him, he is very week, we had to run a rape kit, it wore him out." The petite nurse whose nametag wrote 'Jennifer Jereau,' kindly said.
"Psychiatric? Why Psychiatric?" He asked terrified of what the answer may be.
"It is procedure for any patient coming in with attempted suicide."
"Oh." Aaron walked up to the fourth floor, and was immediately bathed in white. He walked up to a desk and asked a nurse for his room number.
"429, be careful… this is the Psychiatric ward…" Aaron nodded and slowly made his way down the narrow hallway.