Warnings: Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-Con, Domestic Violence, Rape Recovery, Reid Whump, Slow Burn, Hurt Spencer, Protective Aaron, PTSD, Slash, Explicit Sexual Content (Consensual)

Rating: EXPLICIT

Spencer Reid/Original Male Character, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

The chapters will get much, much longer as the story progresses. Also, this fic is completely written, I'm just editing the chapters as I go. It's quite long, 32 chapters in total.

This story was greatly inspired by the song One Call Away by Charlie Puth, and also from personal experience.

I've made an art banner for this story if anyone's interested: "Crystal Blue" It can be found over on Archive of Our Own under GhostInTheBAU. The link's on my FF profile page. :)

I always write to music, so I've also created a playlist of all the songs that have inspired this story. This fic is a roller coaster of emotions, and so is the music. If you're interested, I've added the youtube link to the list on my profile page. Just delete the spaces.

Reid's kind of broken at the beginning of this; but don't worry, he's not gonna stay that way. He's in an abusive relationship, though, and it gets rather nasty before he gets out. His partner says and does some pretty horrible things, so be prepared. Like I mentioned in the summary, the actual rape scenes are not very detailed. The violence, however, is. There will also be a great deal of immediate aftermath from the attack, along with Reid's recovery and many violent flashbacks. Take care while reading.

Chapter One

Everything's Fine

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I'm only one call away.
I'll be there to save the day.
Superman got nothing on me.
I'm only one call away.

- Charlie Puth

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The vibrations from the music shook the table, the laser lights had him seeing spots and the thick smoke swirling around in the air had his eyes watering. This really wasn't the kind of place he was used to; the exact opposite, actually. It wasn't the kind of scene the team usually frequented, either. They generally enjoyed a more subdued atmosphere, one where you could hear the conversations around you and you didn't have to shout over the music. Morgan and Garcia had wanted to try something a little bit different tonight, though, and everyone had kind of followed their lead. It had been a stressful case and they all just wanted to unwind, let loose and have some fun. And now he was sitting on a stool at a small high top table at the edge of a dance floor full of heaving, gyrating bodies.

Fun was relative.

It was certainly enjoyable for Morgan and Prentiss, who'd been alternating between standing at the table trying to drink each other under it and dragging complete strangers out to dance. JJ and Garcia seemed to be quite content with people watching from afar, their giggling increasing with each new and colorful cocktail they ordered. Rossi was happy to be the godfather of the group, sitting off in a back corner booth with a bottle of scotch and a cigar as he scanned the space. Hotch was being the dad, walking around the bar and touching base with everyone now and then; making sure no one was getting into too much trouble. And what was he doing? He'd just been sitting at the table nursing his second glass of ginger ale. He wasn't a big drinker, and having alcohol on his breath wasn't something he wanted to try to explain later. He'd already have to figure out a reason why his clothes smelled like smoke, he didn't need to stumble into the house smelling like a brewery as well.

So, this didn't exactly qualify as particularly fun in Spencer's book, but it was still probably better than being at home. He glanced back down to his watch and studied it carefully. It was getting late; and the later it got the more nervous he grew.

"You know, you've been starin' at that thing all night Pretty Boy." He looked up and saw Morgan leaning against the table, a beer in one hand and a cheesy grin plastered on his face. "You want me to get you a refill?" he yelled over the noise, nodding to Reid's half empty glass.

"Oh, no. I don't think so." He shook his head and started to get out of his chair, "Um, you know I think I'm just gonna go find the restroom and then head home."

"But the night's still young!" Morgan urged, "And we hardly hang out anymore, Kid."

That was true. He hadn't spent much time with the team outside of work recently, but that's why he'd come out tonight. "We'll hang out again soon," he assured, then moved toward the exit, waving at Morgan on his way.

He didn't get very far, though, before a hand was on his arm stopping him and he turned to see Hotch standing behind him. "Remember, Reid, the team's on stand down for the weekend," the Unit Chief gave him a rare smile that had his heart fluttering just a bit while the man's hand lingered on his arm, "After that case, we need it. Get some rest."

"Okay." He gave his boss and his friend both a quick nod, "Just tell the others I'll see them on Monday."

He turned back toward the exit, his eyes scanning the space in search of a bathroom. When they landed on a neon sign he quickly darted through the throng of sweaty patrons, narrowly escaping a very inebriated woman in a red skin-tight dress and black six inch heels that was trying to pull him into a dance. He threw the door open and ducked into the men's room, half expecting the lady to follow him. When she didn't, he breathed a sigh of relief, then looked around and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was the only person in the room. It was refreshing. Being in a crowd of strangers was never easy for him and his body was feeling the stress of the close quarters. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, taking a few deep and calming breaths as he tried to collect himself...

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"How long are you gonna be gone this time?" Parker stood in front of the bed and watched as Spencer packed up his go-bag. "Am I just supposed to be okay with you traipsing around the country with those people all the fucking time, Spence?"

They had this argument every time he had to go out of town for work. But Parker had known what he did for a living long before they'd even started to date, so he didn't understand why the man had such a hard time with his ever changing schedule; or why he seemed so angry every time he was called away on a case.

"You know that I have no idea how long it'll take. It all depends on how the case goes." He threw one last pair of socks in his bag and zipped it up, leaving it sitting on the edge of the bed as he turned to his boyfriend, "And I don't 'traipse' around. This isn't a vacation for me...it's not fun. My team stops murderers. What we do is important."

Before he knew what hit him, Spencer's back was slammed hard against the wall, sending a jolt of pain radiating down his spine as his wrists were pinned on either side of his head. Parker's grip was crushing around his arms, and his hands quickly grew numb. He let out a soft whimper as piercing blue eyes bore down on him through shaggy brown hair, then a low voice snarled, "Are you saying I'm not important?"

"No," he shook his head, trying to keep his own voice steady even though he was trembling from the pain, "Park, please..."

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Spencer's body jerked as he came hurling out of the memory, rapidly realizing where he was. He took a deep breath and swallowed down the sudden lump in his throat, then moved over to the sink, turning the water on and splashing some across his face to try to clear his mind. He could feel his hands shaking and he hated it. He was always so jumpy; always so on edge. He looked up into the mirror and cringed at the sight the greeted him. He didn't look particularly good. He'd always been pale, but right now he looked sickly...and he kind of felt it, too. The dark circles under his eyes had their own dark circles and he knew he'd lost some weight over the last several months. He'd never been a big eater, but recently his appetite had waned even more. None of the team had said anything to him about his appearance, though, and he wondered if that was because they hadn't noticed or didn't really care. Maybe the only reason his team hung out with him was because they kind of had to.

That's what he'd been told over and over, and it made sense in a way. He was awkward and gangly and annoying. Those traits tended to be rather off-putting for most normal people. He was lucky he'd found anyone who wanted to be with him enough to put up with all his weird and bizarre quirks. Parker loved him for who he was, flaws and all. The man just had a little bit of a temper now and then, because he missed him...

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"Park, please...you're hurting me."

Immediately the grip on his wrists eased up and Parker's voice softened, "I'm sorry." The man backed up just a tad and then completely released Reid's hands, placing his own palms flat on either side of Spencer's head, boxing him in against the wall. "I'm just gonna miss you so much, Spence," he cooed, "I absolutely hate it when you go away and leave me here."

"I'm sorry," he started, trying to ignore the trapped feeling in his gut from the close proximity, "But you know it's just part of the job. I wish I didn't have to go."

"I know..." Parker moved closer, pushing right up against him and making his arousal extremely evident. "And I also know how you can make it up to me," he whispered. One hand moved to tangle in Reid's hair, gently pulling back on the strands until his head was pinned against the wall. "You can give me something to keep me satisfied until you get back." There was hot breath on his cheek, then lips were right up against his own, murmuring, "Let me fuck you, Spence."

Park's mouth crashed against his and he gasped, a tongue shoving deep inside when his lips parted. Hips moved forward, rocking hard flesh into hardening flesh, and he moaned at the tiny spark of pleasure that shot through him. He didn't want this, truly he didn't, but his body always seemed to respond anyway. Sometimes it just felt easier for him to go along with it rather than risk a huge argument, or possibly worse. Parker had never really physically hurt him, not on purpose, but sometimes accidents happened. Sometimes he'd say or do the wrong thing and it would set the other man off. Parker's temper was on a short fuse at times, especially when Reid questioned or opposed him. He needed to be careful, but they really didn't have time for this right now. "There's...not a lot of time. I need to get to the jet—"

The hand in his hair tightened exponentially, then yanked, and he cried out as his head was forced further into the wall.

"Oh, this won't take long, baby," Parker growled in his ear, "Promise."

"Okay," he shuddered. He just needed to get through it, "O-Okay..."

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He jumped when he heard the squeak of the door opening, then quickly turned the water off. He hadn't realized it had been running the entire time he'd been spaced out. Grabbing a paper towel, he patted his face dry and looked back into the mirror, immediately freezing at the sight that greeted him. SSA Aaron Hotchner was staring right back at him through the reflection, his signature glare firmly in place. Great. Just great.

"Reid, are you alright?" The voice was much softer than he'd expected. The tone didn't exactly meet up with the man's harsh facial expression and it had Spencer turning around to look at him with his own eyes instead of the mirror's. He sounded worried, maybe? Or concerned? "I thought you'd already left."

"Um, yeah, I just—I had to stop in here first. But I really do need to get home."

He moved to pass his boss, but was stopped with another gentle hand to his arm. Two times in one night he'd warranted actual physical touch from Hotch, and he couldn't help but lean into the connection just a little more. He hoped the movement went unnoticed.

"Are you sure everything's good?"

Spencer looked him in the eyes and marveled at how soft and warm they appeared. It was like he was a completely different person right now; instead of seeing the stoic, cold and put together SSA Hotchner he was looking at the loving, caring and kind Aaron. Just Aaron. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and fought against the sudden desire to wrap his arms fully around the man in front of him, wanting to cling to him for dear life. "Um, yeah," he mumbled instead, "Everything's fine."

"Because you look tired."

"Oh, gee thanks," a tiny laugh escaped him, "That was a very nice way of saying that I look like shit." As soon as the words left his mouth, Reid shrunk back in utter mortification. "Oh my god. I-I'm so—so so sorry," he stammered, brows furrowing, "I didn't mean that, Hotch. I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, Reid." Aaron let go of his arm and gave him a small grin, "And just for the record, I don't think you look like shit."

He just stood there staring at Hotch, wide-eyed and mouth slightly ajar. Did his boss just curse in front of him? He didn't know if he'd ever actually heard Hotch cuss. It was odd and amazing.

"Look, Reid," he continued, voice gentle and soft, "If you ever need anything, please know that I'm only one call away. Day or night. Even if you just need a friend to talk to."

Oh if only he could talk to him. If only he could tell him what was going on in his head...and in his home. But there was no way he could actually talk to Hotch about any of his issues. The man was his boss. Apparently he was his friend, too, if Hotch was telling the truth about that bit. But if he ever found out that Reid was letting someone manipulate him, hurt him, own him...he would probably look at him with disgust, or worse...with pity. If Aaron knew what Reid had let happen to him at home there's no way he'd be able to look the man in the eyes again. He was just too ashamed of it all.

Also, if Hotch ever found out how Reid truly felt, about him, that would most definitely destroy anything they had going for them right now. Hotch was definitely not gay, and he wouldn't be able to remain friends with a man that clearly had feelings for him. There would be no more friendship. He could possibly even lose his job. Everything could be taken away from him, and he didn't know if he could deal with that. He didn't know if he could handle losing the only good things he still had in his life. He didn't know if he could survive losing Hotch.

"Thanks, Hotch," he croaked, "But I'm fine. Really. Everything's fine. I'll see you Monday."

Swiftly, he turned and bolted through the door before Aaron could get another word in. He'd been gone way too long, and he really needed to get home.

Hotch watched Reid leave the bathroom and had to fight the almost overpowering urge to run after him. The younger man hadn't been himself for a while now, and Aaron knew there was something going on with him. Spencer had always been a little shy and awkward, but for the last several months he'd been withdrawn, quiet and nervous, even around the team. That was out of character for him. They hardly ever saw him outside of work, and Hotch had been quite surprised that he'd even agreed to come out with them tonight.

It was obvious something was bothering the genius, and it had been for quite some time. Pretty much since he'd moved in with his boyfriend; the timeline fit that scenario. Hotch shuddered at the thought of Reid being with some other man. The idea didn't disturb him because he thought there was something wrong with being gay; it was quite the opposite, really. He was upset because Spencer wasn't with him. And he was concerned because this man, Parker Simmons, never socialized with the team, and that behavior appeared to be rubbing off on Reid. Spencer had stopped coming around outside of work, and it felt off to him, like this guy was deliberately trying to isolate the young doctor.

Hotch had this sinking feeling that Reid needed to get out of his current situation, but the genius hadn't asked for any help. He'd always just said that everything was fine; always said that he was fine. Spencer was a grown man, and Aaron couldn't just barge into his life and make it all better, no matter how much he'd like to. At least, not unless Reid asked him to.

He'd always tried to keep things professional between him and the other members of his team; but sometimes, like tonight, he just wanted to say 'to hell with it all' and pull Reid into his arms and never let him go. It had been a physical ache at times, and he'd given into the desire on a few occasions. Like after Georgia. He'd almost broke down then, seeing Spencer tied to a chair and beaten, watching him die. That's when he'd truly realized how much he cared for Reid.

For years now he'd harbored feelings for the younger man, but he'd never acted on them outside of a hug now and then when it was obvious Spencer was hurting or scared. And that's exactly what Aaron believed was happening right now. Something was very wrong, but he was doing everything in his power to stay out of Reid's business.

Even as his mind screamed at him to do the exact opposite.

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Thank you for reading. This story's going to be a bit different from what I normally write (a lot more of the comfort aspect of hurt/comfort), and I'm kinda nervous about it. I'd like to see if there's enough interest to post here, so please let me know if you'd like to read more.