Plot bunnies...can't resist plot bunnies...and Hotch/Reid is my favorite now after Reid/Morgan lol. I wanted to try something different, and my defense is I HAVE been updating my older fics!
It was silent and rainy and a long drive back to the office. The others had rushed to the other car, leaving Reid alone with Hotch. They were quick about it, too, when they had sensed Hotch was in a bed mood. Reid glared at Morgan dodging in the other car, saying that they were going to stop by a nearby casino for a bit and then get home a little later. Reid hadn't wanted to go to the casino, but he also didn't want to drive with Hotch-who was already grumbling about the stupidities of gambling.
Reid was wise not to say anything when he got into the car. Haley yelling at Hotch, over the phone, about him missing his son's practice really put Hotch over the edge.
The radio wasn't working as both remained silent, Hotch with pursed lips. He forced his body to relax. He knew Reid fed off of energy and this negative energy wasn't helping the trip go by any faster. He wasn't sure what to say to the kid, though, so he kept his eye on the road-focused on driving. He could barely see what was in front of them. They really were in the middle of no where. Suddenly something popped.
"What happened?" Reid asked, clearly startled.
"Damn!" Hotch sighed. "Flat tire." He pulled to the side. "It'll be a minute," he told Reid.
"Do you need any help?"
"No, it's okay." Hotch knew Reid didn't know how to change a tire, he was just being polite. Reid sat in the car as Hotch stepped out into the pouring rain.
He suddenly heard a car approach. Noises.
He could hear someone asking Hotch if he needed any help. He started to turn but froze when he heard a gun click and press against his neck.
"Don't move," the man in the mask growled. Reid obeyed. He suddenly heard a gunshot from Hotch's direction. He wanted to cry out for Hotch but was frozen in fear. He felt helpless. Helpless and weak.
"Get out, now!'
He got out, trembling.
"Walk to the otherside." He did so, knowing better than to speak. He stared at Hotch's body laying on the ground, blood pouring out from the side. No.
"Strip him," the man with the gun at Reid said to the other two men. All were wearing masks. The man knelt below and started to take off Hotch's clothes.
"What are you doing?" Ried cried. A knife was then placed at his throat.
"I wouldn't say anything, if I were you."
Reid froze. They finished stripping Hotch.
"Now do the same." The man removed the knife. Reid stood there, stunned
"What?"
"Strip!"
Shaking, and confused, Reid obeyed. He stood there, waiting for orders-completly frozen in place. Things were happening in slow motion. All he could focus on was Hotch. He stopped at the boxers.
"Those too!" The man growled. A wave of humilation swept over him. He supposed that's what the UnSub's wanted, though...He was now a victim once again of an UnSub...
He was confused when the men all of a sudden took off in both cars, leaving them both stranded and naked along a rainy and isolated highway.
He stood there for a few moments, still in shock, before rushing over towards Hotch's body-praying desperatly that he was still alive