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New Chapter finally!

I am very happy because I found out my friend, the lovely, evil Akira Yama, is alive and well. You know, the one who made this series possible by requesting the first story? Well, she's alive and well and she started writing for the internet again! She has a new story on Deviant Art (under AkiraYama so you know how to get to her profile page!) Her story (title Shot in the Dark) made me laugh, gasp, and scream. She's an amazing writer and I would even say better than me. *gasp!*

Hope you'll read her story! Love you, Akira! Glad to know you're better!

Anyways! Enjoy my story!

Morning came, breakfast was eaten and Hotch, Morgan, and Reid were off to the local gym to question the staff and see if they could find their killer. They entered the spacious entrance and walked straight for the sign-in desk, Hotch was in the lead and already had his badge out. "Excuse me."

The man that looked up was young, around his early thirties and clearly used the facilities. He was arrogant, showing off his arms with sleeveless tops that formed around his six pack. His hair was waxed into orderly chaos on his head and his bright blue eyes shined with clear amusement. "Oh, hello." He said, smiling widely. "Can I help you?"

"We're with the FBI," Hotch said, showing his ID and badge. Morgan and Reid did the same. The receptionist looked from Hotch's badge to Morgan's to Reid's. He stopped and looked up at the youngest of the three, his eyes lighting up as they fell on his face. He flashed another one of his flawless, whitened smiles at him and looked at Hotch, his interest clearly peaked.

"Really? What's happened?" He asked.

Hotch's eyes fell on the name plate reading Timothy. "Have you heard of the recent murders and mutilation of young woman in the area?" Hotch asked, going into profiler mode and looking up for any signs that would indicate a lie.

"Well, yea, it's all over the news," Timothy replied, looking at Hotch like the question had no merit. His eyes fell on Reid and he looked back at Hotch.

"Well each woman had been here the day before she was found. We have reason to believe the next victim is here now or will be later. We need to take a look around." Hotch stated firmly, his eyes sweeping across to the large windows that led to the workout room.

"Right," Timothy stood back and swallowed. "That should be fine, but I can't let you into any of the women's facilities. Anywhere else is fine."

"We have female agents coming in for that." Hotch said, nodding towards Morgan and Reid. "They should be here in a few minutes." The group walked away from the desk and split up into different directions. Morgan headed down the back hall where the locker rooms were and Hotch moved towards the equipment room. Reid moved back towards the desk.

"I need a list of all your employees." He said, his voice as commanding as it normally was when he was on his own.

Timothy flashed him another smile. "With a face like that you can have anything you want." He winked and moved to a door that stood behind him and disappeared for a few minutes, returning with a packet and sliding it towards Reid. "Everyone from fitness experts to the janitorial staff. There's an 'X' if something didn't check out right away. Has their job and title beside the name. Anything else I can do for you."

Reid took the packet and looked over the names as Prentiss and JJ came in. He looked up at the man behind the desk. "I'm going to need you to call everyone that works everyday. We'll need to talk with all of them." Prentiss walked by and headed towards the back in the same direction Morgan had gone. JJ stood with Reid and looked over the names. She pulled out her phone and called Garcia. She took control and moved towards the desk, asking Timothy to send a list to the number.

An hour later a small group of men and women gathered in the entrance. All looked uncertain and nervous, confused and wondering. Hotch looked around and saw Timothy talking to one of the other men. Reid and JJ had used the office behind the counter as the interrogation room. Hotch looked around at each face. No one stood out. They all seemed to fit the profile. All were good looking and all looked like they could be trusted on first sight. He sighed and watched Reid emerge from the makeshift interrogation room and move towards the next person.

Hotch felt a rush of jealousy. Timothy eyed Reid with clear interest, his eyes traveling along to oblivious genius's body, a small smirk on his lips. A sudden possessiveness made Hotch want to pull Reid away from where they were, but he controlled himself. He took a deep breath, and calmed himself, trying to keep his jealousy in check.

Reid led the next suspect to the room and didn't seem to acknowledge the wink Timothy gave him. He disappeared and Hotch paused. Timothy seemed unfazed by what was going on. He talked to the other man as though it were a simple employee gathering. Hotch hesitated, wanting to make sure it wasn't just jealousy getting the better of him. No, he was certain of it.

Timothy looked up to see Hotch staring at him. He paused, his expression blank, but he flashed his smile again and retuned to talking to the other man. A woman walked over, her long brown hair pulled back into a sloppy bun. She was fairly pretty, tall and slender. She said something that sent the third party away, leaving her and Timothy alone. Timothy laughed at something she said and nodded. "Have no fear, it'll be all over soon." He said, winking and turning away. The woman walked away and shook her head.

Hotch knew who the killer was. He sent a text to the rest of the team and moved towards Timothy.

Reid walked out of the interrogation room with the man they had just questioned. He walked by Timothy. The man didn't just stare this time, he reached forward and in a flash had him in a headlock with a gun pointed to his temple. Hotch froze mid step, hearing the yelp of surprise from his lover. Timothy turned towards Hotch, his smile gone and his face serious. "Step back, all of you!" He growled at the people in the way. There was a sudden chaos that surged through as everyone ran to the sides, ducking for cover. Hotch stood, his eyes locked with Reid's. "Thought you'd figured it out, hmm?" Timothy asked, tightening his hold around Reid's neck.

"Well, I thought I had." Hotch said, watching Reid reach up and try to claw the man's arm from his neck, his face reddening. "Just let him go, we can talk through this."

Timothy snorted. Hotch could see out of his peripheral vision Morgan moving soundlessly towards Timothy, his gun out in the open. "You, back there, don't even try." Timothy shouted, pressing the gun into Reid's skin, leaving an impression. "Or I put a bullet through his pretty skull."

Morgan froze and waited, his eyes catching Hotch's before looking back at Timothy's head. "I know you are not the killer." Hotch stated, looking at Timothy, there eyes meeting. "You're only doing this to protect the real killer."

"Shut up!"

"I am right." Hotch said, looking around the room. "Why are you protecting her? How long have you known?"

"Shut up!" Timothy shouted, his finger pressing the trigger, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. He glared at Hotch and pulled Reid to walk with him. Reid made himself go limp and forced Timothy to drag him. Timothy snarled and threw Reid into the tiled ground and kicked him, making a run. Morgan caught him and tackled him to the ground. Timothy growled insults and demands, but they were ignored as cuffs were slammed onto his wrists.

Hotch knelt beside Reid who rubbed his leg. "Are you okay?" Hotch asked, his voice cracking as he looked over his lover.

"I'm alright," Reid said, smiling. Hotch stood up and helped Reid to his feet. The boy wavered and grabbed Hotch's arm, making sure he could stay on his feet. "Okay, I'm okay." He winced and limped over to a chair on the side. He sat down and rubbed his leg.

Hotch knelt down and felt the troubled leg. There was nothing on the outside to indicate that it had been broken again. He bent it and stretched it. Hotch looked up at Reid and pat the leg, feeling relief. "You'll be okay. Just jolted it. Spencer…."

Reid smiled and squeezed Hotch's shoulder. "I'm okay. No worries."

Hotch opened his mouth, but stopped when he felt his phone at his hip. He pulled it out and answered the call from Prentiss. "We got her. She was trying to escape through the pool exit. She's headed for the station now."

"Okay, thanks." He hung up and pocketed his phone, looking up at the shocked look on Reid's face.

"How did you know?"

"He was too calm throughout the whole thing, but at the same time he seemed more concerned with something else than his own well being." Hotch said, standing up and taking the chair beside him. "Then a woman walked up and the way he looked at her when they talked. It wasn't much a feeling so much as a neon sign."

"You really are the best profiler ever," Reid said leaning back.

Morgan walked over and clapped Reid on the shoulder. "Hey kid, how you feeling?"

"I'm alright," Reid said, smiling up at him. "Nothing broken. My body just wasn't ready to hit the floor."

"When is anyone's ever?" Morgan said, smiling. "Well, we're getting these two transported. Once the paper works done, I guess we're heading off?"

"Um, Morgan, do you think you can handle the paper work?" Hotch asked, standing. Reid blinked up at him and saw something in his eyes that he had only seen once before.

"Um, sure, you feeling okay?"

"I-I just want to make sure Reid's really okay." Hotch lied, helping Reid to his feet. Reid made no response, but followed their leader out of the gym and into the car. Reid sat in the passenger seat and looked at Hotch, unable to suppress his worry.

"Aaron?"

Hotch gave him a small smile and drove to their hotel in silence. Reid swallowed and wrung his hands in his lap, clearly worried about his lover. They arrived and Hotch led him into their room and shut the door. As soon as privacy was ensured he grabbed Reid's hand and pulled him into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Reid breathed and hugged him back, feeling the strain in Hotch's body and rubbed his back. "I'm okay, Hotch."

"I thought I was about to lose you." Hotch whispered, pressing his face into Reid's neck. "Seeing that gun to your head…." He swallowed and hugged onto Reid's thin body tighter. "Forgive me. The idea of losing you tears me apart."

"You won't lose me, Aaron." Reid whispered, kissing Hotch's ear and pressing his face into Hotch's neck.

"I almost did. On more than one occasion."

"Well, you haven't," Reid said, pulling back, smiling up at him. "And you won't; I'm hard to get rid of. You're stuck with me."

"Good."

Chapter 2- End

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