A/N: Okay, it's not like I have enough stories as it is, but this one-shot just wouldn't leave me alone *sigh*
And I don't know, but it probably was bound to happen at some point, since I love Leverage and Eliot and of course I love Criminal Minds and Spencer Reid, so yeah... this is how this one-shot was born and it's ELIOT/REID SLASH but not too explicit
It probably doesn't make too much sense and I have no idea how good it is, but I hope you enjoy reading at least a little... and maybe I'll come back and write more Eliot/Reid slash some day, also depends a little if you might be interested in more *smiles*
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Well, comments of course would be most appreciated *puppy dog eyes*
And please keep in mind that English isn't my native language *smiles*
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Warnings: SLASH! (Eliot/Reid)
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Disclaimer: None of the CM or Leverage characters belong to me and this is for entertainment only.
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The Rescue a Genius Job
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"Okay, Reid has to have the worst luck in the world."
Even though Emily Prentiss tried to sound amused, the concern was evident in her voice and they all knew it was her way of trying to calm herself.
And the rest of the team had to agree with her on this point. They were all gathered around a small black and white screen where there were pictures of the surveillance cameras of the bank.
It had been a simple case the BAU team had been working on in Boston and suddenly it had turned into a hostage situation.
And their youngest teammate, Spencer Reid had of course found himself right in the middle of it when one of their UnSubs had grabbed him as a shield when Reid had been questioning a supposed eye witness, who turned out to be one of the bank robbers turned killers.
And now the rest of the team found themselves unable to help their youngest, because a SWAT team had been called to help.
Sure, Hotch and Rossi would help with the negotiations, but for Emily it felt like the Cyrus-Case all over, only this time she wasn't in there with Reid, but standing on the other side, forced to just watch.
And of course they were all pulled back to the Tobias Hankle case where they had watched Reid die in front of their eyes.
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Morgan was pacing back and forth, his face twisted into an angry snarl and the team knew better than to talk to him right now.
He had been supposed to go with Reid and had been distracted for a second because Garcia had called him with new information.
When he had turned around, Reid had already been dragged into that damn bank and there hadn't been anything Derek could have done.
Hotch and Rossi were going over their profile once again, hoping to have an advantage when the negotiation started and JJ was on the phone with Garcia, trying to calm her down and assure her that it wasn't her fault.
Emily's eyes were still glued to the screen, watching what was happening in the bank. Their profile had been right and there were five guys in that team of UnSubs.
That the UnSubs were all members of a former military unit, special operations on top of that, didn't make it easier for them to get the upper hand, especially not with Reid in danger.
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Worst of all was that the UnSubs knew exactly who Reid was, so he was their main bargaining chip to get out of there with the money and without being arrested.
And that sure as hell wasn't good for Spencer, who was currently handcuffed to a handrailing along the bank counters, sporting a huge bruise on his left temple, looking kind of groggy and unfocussed and the whole team was pretty sure that he was concussed again.
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Derek finally stopped his pacing, but his hands were still clenched into fists.
"What are we gonna do to get Pretty Boy out of there?" he asked, or better it was more of a hiss and they were all pretty sure that he'd bust some noses or worse if he was in there.
And they would need a pretty good lawyer to get him out of jail for those actions.
Hotch looked at Morgan and the rest of the team. They had all gathered around the small screen at the truck of the SWAT team.
"Right now there's not much we can do, Morgan. Thankfully they're relatively calm at the moment and have done this before. So that means they most likely won't panic and do something rash. So right now Reid is reasonably safe."
"Reasonable safe?"
Morgan's voice was incredulous and he stared at his boss, eyes ablaze with anger.
"Hotch, he's in there with five ex-military men who have killed before and who know that Reid is a FBI agent. How on Earth can you call that reasonably safe?" he wanted to know.
Okay, deep down he knew that Hotch was right, but he still fought the guilt that he hadn't watched out for the young genius, even though he also knew that he couldn't have foreseen this happening.
Hotch sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Morgan, you know as well as I do that doing something rash won't help anybody," he tried to calm him down.
And Derek really did calm a little, because he knew that Rossi was going to lead the negotiation and he was one of the best negotiators the FBI had, so if anyone could get Reid out of there unharmed it was David Rossi, who had now walked over to the leader of the SWAT team to start with the negotiation.
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A blond, petite woman suddenly shoved past Emily and JJ, who were still staring intently at the screen.
She wore her hair in a ponytail and around her neck dangled a FBI-badge and she wore a dark blue FBI jacket.
Emily and JJ looked at each other and then gave the blond an angry look, but the young woman didn't even acknowledge them, her nose almost pressed against the screen, so close was she leaning towards the screen, staring at it intently with an almost goofy grin on her face that looked kind of out of place in such a situation.
"Parker! That was rude."
The voice made the rest of the team turn around and they saw three more people walk towards them, all wearing FBI jackets and badges around their neck.
One was a man, his age somewhere between Hotch and Rossi, a grim expression on his face. Beside him walked a tall, young man, Afro-american, a laptop under his arm. And on the other man's side walked an elegant woman, her long, dark hair framing her face.
She was probably the one who had spoken to the blonde woman.
Parker had turned around, a pout on her lips.
"But I don't want to miss any of the show. I mean, a pissed off Sparky is so great to watch," she exclaimed, confusing Hotch, Morgan and the rest of the team.
"Parker!" the woman scolded, but she also had a small smile on her face that really seemed out of place right now.
"What?" the blonde woman asked innocently and turned back to the screen, looking at it expectantly as if she was waiting for the newest blockbuster to start.
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The tall man with the laptop only smiled too and set it up beside the screen and booting it up, before he glanced back at the woman, ignoring Hotch, Morgan, JJ and Emily.
"Seriously Sophie, I've seldom seen Eliot so pissed off. I almost feel sorry for those guys," he interjected and then he turned back to working on his laptop in a speed that Morgan had only seen Garcia use before.
Whatever he was doing, it seemed urgent and Morgan decided to keep a close eye on him.
Hotch meanwhile had turned towards the man and the woman who were standing a little away.
"Who are you?" he questioned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"And don't even try the "we're FBI agents" speech. I know you're not," Hotch then added, because yeah, they had the look, but Hotch wasn't a profiler for nothing.
The older man only shrugged, but a small smile tugged on his lips.
"I would never have done that, Agent Hotchner. We just needed that little charade to get here," he admitted and extended his hand.
"I'm Nathan Ford and that's Sophie Devereaux," he introduced himself and the woman beside him.
"And the young man on the computer is Alec Hardison," he added, before smiling a little when he looked at the blonde woman, whose eyes were still glued to the screen.
"And she's Parker."
Hotch, JJ and Emily looked back and forth between the newcomers and they still weren't sure what to make of them.
"So, if you're not FBI agents, then who are you and what the hell are you doing here? You're jeopardizing our negotiation," Morgan scowled, one eye still on this Hardison.
"Believe me, the last thing we want to do is jeopardizing this," Ford told them, a determined expression on his face.
"And for who we are... well, let's just say we're here to provide leverage," he added, before completely ignoring Hotch and the rest of his team again, even Morgan's angry "what the hell is that supposed to mean" and instead turned to the young man working on the computer.
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"Hardison, how long now?"
"I'm all set, all I need is Eliot's okay and your "let's go" and then the diversion can start," the young man said, finally turning away from his computer.
Ford nodded and then he spoke to seemingly nobody: "Eliot, did you hear that?"
There was a moment of silence and he seemed to listen to somebody and then he nodded.
"I'll make sure of that. Wait until I give you the go and then do your worst," he said, before turning to Hotch, who was by now almost ready to arrest them, but the feeling in his gut stopped him for now.
Ford ran a hand through his hair and then he looked at Hotch.
"I know this may sound crazy, but you need to trust us. Whatever happens in that bank in the next ten minutes, please don't let the SWAT team go in there."
Morgan, obviously too worried about Spencer to keep silent any longer, needed to know what the hell was going on, because he straightened and growled: "And why on Earth should we trust you. I mean, you even lied about being FBI. For all we know, you could be the partners of those psychos in there."
"Morgan," JJ pleaded with him, because the last thing they needed was for Morgan to attack those people, because that would make things more complicated than they already were.
This time it was Sophie Devereaux, who spoke up.
"I know you don't trust us, Agent Morgan and you have every right to, but we all want the same thing. We want to get Spencer out of there unharmed," she told Derek, her voice calm and almost soothing and against his will Morgan felt his anger dissipate a little.
Emily was the one who spoke up next.
"How do you know Spencer is in there?" she questioned and the rest of the team also looked at Sophie and Nathan.
"Because that's what we do and because Eliot always knows where Spencer is," Parker said as if that was the only logical answer, before she turned back to the screen again.
"Please, all we need is ten minutes and after that and if things go wrong, we won't protest if you arrest us," Sophie told them, turning pleading eyes to Hotch.
And maybe it was the worry for Spencer or maybe he just wanted things to be this easy for once, but whatever it was, Hotch found himself nodding.
"Okay, you have ten minutes, but I promise you, if anything happens to any of the hostages in there, I'll have you charged with murder," he said, already trying to formulate his report for Strauss when this was all over.
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As if that had been the signal Ford had been waiting for, he only said one word: "Go!"
Hardison typed something on the keyboard and then he turned towards the small screen like Parker was doing.
"Okay, now this screen is the only one that shows what's going on in the bank. The rest won't even know that something is going on in that bank," he informed, obviously proud of himself.
"Just enjoy the show. It's going to be fun, " the blonde woman told them, an almost sinister smile on her face.
Morgan, who had come closer to the screen too, looked at Parker and then he couldn't help but say: "There's something wrong with you."
Parker only beamed at him as if he had given her a big compliment.
And soon all were gathered around the small screen, even Rossi, who had come back after he had seen Ford and the rest of the team approach his own team.
And they really couldn't believe what happened next in the bank, well, except Sophie, Nate, Hardison and Parker, who were all watching with an almost proud expression on their faces.
And before the ten minutes had gone by, everything was over...
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Spencer Reid hurt all over, especially his head and he knew well enough that he probably had another concussion, because his sight was hazy too.
The dried blood on his temple felt weird, but the way his hands were handcuffed to the hand-railing, he had no way of getting it off.
He still hadn't fully realized what had happened.
One second he had been interviewing a potential witness and next thing he knew he had a gun pressed against his temple and then he was pulled back into the bank the team had tried to protect from being robbed.
After that everything was hazy for a while, because he had felt the gun connect with his temple and then he had blacked out.
And now, here he was sitting, watching the five men they had identified as their UnSubs, pace around the room, discussing the best tactics.
Beside him, they had six other hostages and that made the situation complicated.
So far they had left Reid alone, but he knew that would only last until the negotiation started.
Sure, they had the other hostages, but with him being an FBI agent they had a valuable bargain chip and Reid had profiled the men long enough to know that they would use him to their advantage.
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Reid shuddered, because he really didn't want to think about that. Of course, it wasn't the first time he had been kidnapped.
That had happened one time too many for his liking anyway, but right now, there was nothing he could do.
Sure, he could try to reason with those men, but they had undergone military training and he was pretty sure that his profiling tricks wouldn't work on them.
So all he could do was count on his team to get him out of here, they had done so before and there was no reason to give up hope that they would do it this time too.
Reid closed his eyes for a second and tried to relax so that his headache wouldn't get worse.
And he tried to think of nicer things, for example how he had wanted to spend the evening after their work was done.
A small smile tugged at his lips and if he was lucky, maybe he would be able to get out of here in time to realize those plans.
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Suddenly, and Reid had no real idea what was happening, the light in the bank went off and he could barely see anything, the only source of light came through the half closed blinds.
The UnSubs looked at each other in confusion for a moment, before they were focused again, probably assuming that the SWAT team outside had done that to confuse them.
And even Spencer waited for a SWAT team to break through the doors, but nothing happened for a moment.
But then suddenly all hell broke lose.
First the fire sprinkling system activated, causing further chaos and then a door burst open and a figure barged through, charging the UnSub nearest to him.
Spencer squinted his eyes, trying to see something in the dim light, but all he could make out was a blur of movements and long hair flying with every spinning kick or flying fist.
And suddenly it all made sense to Reid and he couldn't help the small, affectionate smile tugging on his lips while he watched one after the other UnSub going down and most important, staying down.
And suddenly it was all over, the UnSubs, trained military soldiers, armed, hadn't stood a chance against one person.
None other than retrieval specialist Eliot Spencer...
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The man pushed a strand of wet hair out of his face and then he disarmed the last gun he had in his hand and let it drop to the ground, before turning around and walking over to Reid, crouching down in front of him, a key for the handcuff in his hands.
Without a word he freed Reid from the cuffs and pulled him close, breathing in the scent of the young man.
Reid just stood still and leaned against the strong shoulder, because he knew exactly why Eliot was doing this.
He knew that the other man needed to make sure that Reid was okay.
When they finally separated, the young genius looked Eliot over, but he looked fine except a few bumps and bruises here and there, but Reid knew that the retrieval specialist had endured way worse, so he wasn't worried.
He smiled at the other man, ignoring the slight feeling of nausea from his headache.
Maybe he wasn't concussed after all.
"Thanks," he whispered and Eliot only smiled the smile that always made Spencer's knees go weak.
"That's what I do," he gave back, his voice a low rumble and then Reid couldn't take it anymore, he pressed his lips against Eliot's.
But the hitter didn't seem to mind, he simply returned the kiss, putting his arms around the younger man, holding him close.
When they broke the kiss, they leaned their foreheads against each other.
"Am I going to see you tonight?" Reid asked quietly.
"Count on it, baby. After that scare you gave me, I need to make sure you're not hurt and I'm planning on taking all night," Eliot whispered and Reid blushed a little, but he answered with a quiet: "I'm looking forward to it."
Eliot smiled and there weren't more words needed between them.
They just stood in silence and in each others arms, ignoring the other hostages, who were still sitting in the corner, not sure what exactly had happened.
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The lights suddenly came to life again and the sprinklers stopped.
Eliot then let go of Reid and sighed.
"I better tell Nate that everything's under control before the SWAT team storms in here and gets the wrong idea," he explained and pulled a small earpiece out of the pocket of his shirt and put it in his ear.
"Nate's here?" Reid questioned.
Of course he knew what Eliot was doing for a living and at first he had been conflicted about what to do when he had found out what his lover was doing, but now he had learned to just ignore and tolerate it, as long as Eliot helped people.
"The whole team is here. They're running interference out there so that I could be your knight in shining armor. I mean, I was ready to burst in without a plan when I realized what had happened and let's just say that would have ended a lot bloodier than it did with Nate's way in," Eliot told him with a small smirk on his face.
And Reid decided to just not ask.
"Nate, you can tell the SWAT team to come in here now. They're down. I'm going out through the back entrance and I'm going to take Spencer with me," Eliot murmured and Reid knew he was speaking to Nathan Ford.
Spencer raised an eyebrow, but Eliot just shrugged.
Then he put an arm around Reid's waist to help him walk, because he had of course noticed that Reid was a little bit unsteady on his feet.
So the two barely made it out of the bank, before the SWAT team burst through the front doors, stopping dead in their tracks after seeing the scene that greeted them and that there was not much more left than to handcuff the still unconscious UnSubs and take the statements of the witnesses, who were all saying something about someone storming into the bank like Batman and taking them all down...
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"See, I told you it was going to be a good show," Parker beamed at Emily, who was still staring at the screen, her mouth hanging open.
The rest of the BAU team didn't fare much better and they really couldn't believe what they had just witnessed.
Thanks to Hardison they had been able to see everything, well at least until after the last UnSub had been knocked out and Eliot had been walking towards Spencer.
Then Hardison had tactfully cut off the feed, knowing that the Hitter needed a moment of privacy and after Eliot's last threat, Hardison thought it better to just give him that.
And that he knew that Reid hadn't told his own team about the relationship yet, also made it an easy decision, no matter that Parker had pouted at him.
Nate clapped his hands together.
"Well, maybe we should go to the back entrance, Eliot is taking Reid there," he said and that pulled the whole BAU team out of their stupor.
Hardison picked up his laptop and together the small group ignored the SWAT team that now stormed the bank after Hotch had signaled them to go in there when Nathan had informed him that it was safe to go in there and after what he had seen on the screen, he agreed with Nate.
They quickly walked to the back entrance, all anxious to see that Eliot and Spencer really were okay.
"Spence!" JJ immediately exclaimed when the door opened and Eliot and Reid came into view.
She ran over to the two men and quickly, but carefully hugged the young genius.
"Are you okay?" she then asked, looking at the young genius with concern in her eyes.
"After a good night's sleep I will be, JJ," Reid gave back, wanting to assure her, knowing that she had probably been worried out of her mind.
JJ didn't really seem convinced, but she nodded, before she turned to Eliot.
"I don't know who you are and how you have done that, but thank you," she told him, giving the Hitter a quick peck on the cheek.
And Reid smirked a little when she realized that Eliot was actually blushing, before scratching the back of his head.
"It was nothing, darlin'", he told her gruffly, before giving Reid a meaningful look.
Then he walked over to where Parker, Hardison, Sophie and Nate were standing, giving the BAU team some privacy.
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Parker lightly slapped Eliot's arm when he came to stand beside them, ignoring the look she got from him.
"Good show, Sparky," she told him and Eliot only shook his head.
Nate watched the BAU team, who were all crowded around the young genius and a small, satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Then he looked at Eliot, who was still focused on Reid, an honest, affectionate smile on his face he rarely showed.
And Nate recognized the look of love in the Hitter's eyes and that was why they had immediately gotten here after Eliot had told them what had happened to Spencer, even though that had meant putting them in potential danger to be arrested.
But Reid was almost part of the family by now and so it hadn't even been a question.
"Let's go," he told his team.
"Yeah, probably a good idea, before this Morgan tries to arrest us," Hardison agreed, looking slightly worried.
Parker only shook her head.
"Spencer would never allow them to do that, right Eliot?" she questioned, looking at their Hitter.
Eliot just shrugged.
"He wouldn't have a choice, so I'm on Nate's side here. And I need a beer," he told them and then he turned around to walk away.
Parker and Hardison followed first.
Sophie only smiled at Nate, before she turned around too.
Nathan lingered a moment longer when he suddenly caught Hotchner's eyes.
The profiler smiled a little and mouthed a "thank you".
Nate just shrugged.
"Anytime," he mouthed back before following the rest of his team, a smile on his face.
Yes, it had been a good day again, a very good day.
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"I'm so glad you're okay, kid. And I'm sorry for not having your back," Morgan told Reid immediately after Emily had stopped hugging Reid.
"It's okay, Morgan, you couldn't possibly have known," he assured and mentally added: /And I always have Eliot to watch my back./
His eyes wandered over to Eliot and his team, who were slowly walking away.
Okay, Morgan still wanted to arrest them, but they had saved Reid, so right now he was ready to give them the benefit of the doubt and let them walk away.
And he had to admit he was still a little awed at what this Eliot guy had done, wondering how on Earth he had taken down five armed men without much more than a few bruises and why he had fought like a man possessed inside that bank.
But then he saw the look in Reid's eyes and suddenly it all made sense for him and he smiled.
/About time that Pretty Boy has found someone.../ he thought, knowing that he would tease the young genius about it for quite a while, but of course only subtly, since the rest of the team didn't seem to have caught on yet.
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"Who are they?" Emily questioned, like the rest of the BAU team still not sure what they had witnessed today.
Reid shrugged.
"They're friends," was all he said. He wasn't ready to tell them his secret, even though he was sure that at least Morgan might have caught on.
"And how on Earth did they manage to take down five armed UnSubs like that?" JJ questioned, watching them walk away. The rest of the team looked equally as baffled as her.
Reid only smiled, his eyes focused on Eliot's retreating back.
"That's just what they do," he whispered and was looking forward to tonight when they would have some privacy.
After all, it had been a month since they had last been able to spend the night together and they had a lot of catching up to do.
Rossi's next sentence made him smile though.
"And how are we going to explain this to Strauss?"
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FIN!