Just because my second favorite relationship is Hotch/Reid and I haven't seen any of these kinds of fics out there.
I put the language as Spanish, my bad!
Prologue
"Boy, it's hot," Reid commented as they stepped out in front of the bank.
"It is," Hotch agreed. "This'll only take a few," he told the kid who nodded.
"I'll come with you, it'll be cooler inside." That got a smile out of Hotch's normal calm extererior. For some reason the kid was always able to make him smile. Something he respected and liked about Reid.
They both groaned inwardly at the long line.
It was then that something happened so quickly that neither saw it.
"Everybody down!" They heard gunshots. They froze and ducked and looked around. Hotch's insinct was to grab his gun but something told him not to. Four men, 3 with rifles and one with a regular gun, was firing. They demanded the weapons from the guards.
Hotch glanced sideways at Reid. He shook his head slightly and Reid knew what he wanted. To hide the guns until they could use it. But one of them surprised them as they padded everyone down. Reid leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Great .
Hotch also closed his eyes.
"What's this?" The man with the regular gun demanded as he tossed both guns out from Hotch and Reid. "You trying to pull something on me?"
"No-" Reid started to say but the robber backhanded him. Hotch's knuckles tightened.
"You're FBI agents?" He noticed the badges on the side. Real fear was in his voice now.
"That's right," Hotch growled. "You're looking at life without parole if you don't stop this right now."
Reid frowned, unsure if that was true or not.
The man suddenly grabbed Reid. Hotch half rose, his body stiffened. He was ready to spring.
"Give me the other gun!" The man demanded. Hotch stared at him calmly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The coldness of the gun pressed against Reid's trembling cheeks.
"FBI Agents like you ALWAYS carry two guns!" Hotch pursed his lips. Even thoug the robber was right he was clearly paraniod.
"Do it, now!" Hotch stared at Reid and saw the fear in the kid's eyes and sighed. Finally he wipped the gun out from under his pants leg.
"You got anymore?"
"No.'His voice was cold.
"I want you to open the vault," the man said to the bank manager, still holding Reid hostage. "If you don't this man dies and his death is your fault."
Hotch watched, protectivtly, while strategizing moves.
This he did not see coming. The manager had started to open the vault but when the robber got close to him he turned around to try and grab hold of the gun. The Robber moved out of the way and when he did so the gun fired. People screamed and Reid froze as the bullet hit him.
"Reid!" Hotch shoute-real fear in his eyes- and watched as the kid's body collapsed to the floor.