Part 2 of the Jayjrat series.

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Doctor Spencer Reid was in love, everyone knew it. He had told his mother in one of his letters, JJ and Kate had claimed that they could see it in his eyes, Rossi said a blind two-year old could see it and Morgan had figured it out after several love filled glances. He wasn't a hundred percent about when or how Garcia had found out but he assumed her story would be the same and Kate and JJ's. In fact the only person who didn't seem to know Reid was in love was the subject of that love, one Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. It seemed Hotch, the love of his life, was completely oblivious to the puppy eyes and the I don't mind sharing a room, or even the sitting slightly too close when the team went out for dinner. Reid wasn't stupid, his one hundred and eighty-seven IQ demonstrated that well enough, Reid knew Hotch was straight and that even if in some miracle of a world Hotch decided to be with a man it wouldn't be him, it would be someone strong and brave; like Morgan.

He hadn't wanted to go to the bar, the bright lights gave him a headache but JJ and Garcia had set their hearts on it, so he couldn't really refuse. He watched as his friends wandered off one by one while Reid took a seat at their table, if anyone asked he'd decided he would say he was the designated driver, even though they took a taxi. Reid noticed Hotch's presents instantly, he always knew when the older agent was close by, he hadn't expected to hear Reid find a cute girl, or guy and talk to them or so help me God I'll do it for you though. Had Hotch just announced himself as Reid's wingman? He didn't want a wingman, he wanted Hotch as, well, as a gay man. I love you! His mind screamed. Eventually the boy genius nodded deciding that it was more alone time with Hotch than he normally got.

"So, you're my wingman?" Asked Reid with a nervous smile once he was on his feet.

"I guess so."

Hotch smiled, actually smiled. And a child has just been cured of cancer Reid couldn't help but mumble in his head. Reid was fully aware of Hotch's pale blue shirt and the two open buttons at his neck revealing just a little of his body, a tease. He also noticed the way his black jeans clung to his ever perfect ass, God he loved that man. It wasn't all about Hotch's body though, yes to Reid it was perfect but it wasn't the only reason he loved the older agent. Reid had a little bit on a mental list of why he loved Aaron Hotchner, his body was only number four. His top three were; his eyes, so chocolate brown and decadent, his voice, deep, powerful, authoritative and three, Hotch's complete devotion to his team.

Hotch found a cute waitress that looked a little like Austin but Reid just shrugged, he didn't want to flirt with anyone, he had only gotten up from his seat to be with the love of his life. However, Hotch took that as not into girls tonight. Reid may have been bisexual, but when it came down to one or the other he really did prefer men. In fact he was beginning to debate if he was actually gay rather than bisexual.

"Ok, what sort of guy do you want?" You! Somehow Hotch had grown determined in finding Reid a date. "I'm not letting you sit on your own all night, its not fair while the others are having fun."

So that's it, its the devotion to his team acting up. Didn't know it extended to getting me a bed warmer.

"Em..." Reid thought for a moment, he wanted to see just how oblivious Hotch was. "Older than me, dark hair, dark eyes, about my height, good with kids."

Hotch just nodded and looked around the room. Ye ah, you have no idea. Realising that he was never going to get Hotch, maybe it was better that way, Reid started to talk to a guy Hotch had pointed out. If the man was maybe five years older he could have been Hotch's twin, they even wore the same shade of shirt.

"So what's your name." It occurred to Reid that after five minuets of talking he still didn't know the Hotch clone's name.

"Aiden." The ebony eyed man answered. "Aiden Lechner."

Okay, so Aaron Hotchner, the man I love has found an almost clone called Aiden Lechner. Aaron Hotcher, Aiden Lechner. He tested the names in his head. Fate you are a bitch. He couldn't just back away from the guy, Aiden was actually rather nice and seemed to like Reid, that and Hotch would no doubt ask him why he had left the conversation. As he continued talking to Aiden he learnt that the man was a family lawyer and Reid silently reminded fate that it was a bitch. Most people looked at him strangely when he told them his job or about his PHD's but Aiden just smiled and moved in closer. Hotch had long since left him to it and for a moment he wondered if Aiden could actually be good for him.

"Can I get you another drink? Same again?"

"Yeah, thanks. I'll be back in a second."

With that Reid wandered off to the bathroom, nearly running into Morgan in the doorway.

"Hey, sorry kid." Said the tall man, he was sweating through his t-shirt and looked like he had just splashed water on his face.

"Its okay."

"You having fun?"

"You know what? Yeah I am." Reid answered with a smile. "You know bars aren't really my thing, but I'm enjoying myself."

"Good, you may even get lucky."

"You know only two percent of men find relationships at a bar."

Morgan smiled. "Yeah, you know you're not going to be in that two percent if you keep spouting facts, right?" Morgan clapped him on the shoulder. "Good luck kid." With that he was gone.

Reid soon returned to Aiden the lawyer to find his brandy waiting at the bar. Aiden looked just as he did when he left him, dark eyes and raven hair sexy as fuck and just like Hotch. No! No, this is about getting your mind away from Hotch he silently cursed himself.

"Your drink."

"Thanks." Reid took a sip. He didn't know why but Aiden gave a smug smile.

Aiden talked and Reid tried to listen but he was getting a headache and felt a little light-headed. The doctor rested a hand on the dark wood bar to steady himself.

"You alright, Spencer?" Asked Aiden in an odd tone.

"Yeah, just a little light-headed."

"Come on, let's go and get some air."

Reid let Aiden guide him through the bar and out the back into a quiet ally. The air was cold and still, the moon silver and almost supernatural. It was so quiet in the ally compared to the chatter in the bar, deafeningly so. He could hear a cop car in the far distance, or maybe an ambulance he couldn't quiet tell. Suddenly he felt nauseous and his ears went numb.

"You don't look so well, maybe you should come home with me."

"No, I'm ok. I'll go find my friends." He was a genius with a former drug problem, he was well aware now that he had been drugged.

Reid made to open the door and re-enter the bar but he was stopped forcefully but two strong hands pulling him back and slamming him against a wall with a thud. His eyes went bury but he could still see the wolfish grin on Aiden's face and it terrified him. Reid tried to push him off, desperately thrashing as the older man's hands started opening his belt angrily, the genius would have screamed but his mouth was covered by Aiden's own, then just as suddenly as it had all started Aiden was away from Reid...on the floor.

Reid's eyes were still blurred, but nothing could mistake the form of Hotch, for lack of a better term, beating the shit out of Aiden Lechner. Hotch just kept kicking, like he was an angry dog of its leash, he only stopped when Reid slipped to the floor, in that brief second that Hotch turned his head in concern Aiden jumped up and charged out of the ally and into the night. Oh, how Hotch wanted to shoot him.

"Reid?! Reid?!" He heard Hotch calling as the older man approached and crouched down to Reid's level. "Talk to me, I'll get the others..."

"No."

"What?" Hotch looked confused.

"Don't get the others, they're drunk and having fun. They'd only panic. I'm okay."

"Reid, you've been drugged by definition you're not okay."

"Its Ketamine, only a little dose. It must have been in my drink. I'll be okay in the morning, just take me back to the hotel. Please don't get the others." Reid really didn't want to look weak in front of the team, couldn't cope with the is he addicted looks of concern again. "Please."

Hotch understood Reid's plea, and the young doctor probably knew more about Ketamine than the rest of the team and google combined.

"You show any sign I don't like and I'm taking you to the ER." He informed in a stern voice. Reid nodded. "Okay, let's get up in a taxi."