"This could be him. There's a strong chance it's him," Hotch said as they unbuckled themselves.
JJ nodded, looking out the car window to the run-down house they were parked at. The team has gotten called to Washington to investigate a case about four murdered women. The evidence had lead them too William Reid, who was the victims attorney and had a record for violence.
"Let's go," Hotch opened his door, stepping out into the cold night.
The two walked down the cracked driveway, Hotch in front. As he reached the door, he heard yelling coming from inside.
"-never do anything right! You're a piece of shit!" Aaron glanced at the worried look on JJ's face before knocking. The yelling immediately stopped.
"Get the fucking door!" A few seconds later, Aaron heard the door click, and swing open.
He looked down, to see a boy who looked about five. Aaron immediately saw the purple bruise on the boy's cheek, and his heart clenched.
"Hi, sweetie. Is your dad home?" JJ spoke sweetly to the boy, bending down a bit.
The boy nodded and turned around to get him as soon as he walked into the living room.
"Who the fuck are you?" He slurred, and Hotch grimaced at the sight of the bottle of vodka in his hand.
"My name is Agent Hotchner, and this is Agent Jareau. We're with the FBI, and we're wondering if we could ask you a couple of questions," Hotch stepped into the house, being ninety- percent sure they had the right guy. He looked around the living room, noticing the stained walls and ratty couch, bottles and cans surrounding it.
"About what?" William Reid snapped. "About your clients, Hannah Strall, Danielle Wells, Julie Kyoto, and Anna Green," he noticed the brief look of fear on William's face.
"JJ, can you please take him to the other room?" Hotch whispered to JJ, who nodded.
"Come on, sweetie," she put her hand on the boy's shoulder, and Hotch saw him flinch.
He looked back at William, anger running through him. He murders women and beats his own son. Hotch was determined to put him behind bars. Once JJ and the boy were in the other room, Hotch spoke.
"Do you know anything about those clients, Mr. Reid?" Hotch watched as a mixture of emotions went across William's face, ending with anger.
"No, why would I?" He spat.
"They're dead," Hotch stated.
"Good. Filthy whore's anyways," William snorted.
Hotch furrowed his eyebrows at him. The bottle he was holding was about empty, so Hotch knew he was smashed. He could hopefully get something out of him.
"You're office was the last place they we're at, Mr. Reid," He glared at Hotch.
"What's you're fucking point?" William stepped closer to Hotch, and Hotch cringed at the smell of alcohol on his breath.
"You were the last person to see them, Mr. Reid. I think you killed them, too," Hotch watched as William looked at him angrily.
Suddenly, he raised his fist, punching Hotch in the face. Hotch swore in pain, turning away. JJ ran into the room, hearing Hotch, and at the same second, William raised his fist again. JJ grabbed his arms, pulling them behind his back. She pulled out the handcuffs, clicking them around his wrists.
William yelled, fighting against her, but JJ was much more stronger then him. She quickly pressed a button on the radio, paging other officers to the scene. Hotch rubbed his cheek in pain, and turned as he heard a sniff. Hotch looked at the doorway of the kitchen, seeing the boy standing there crying. Hotch walked over to him.
The boy backed away, and Hotch remembered he had to be cautious. The boy had clearly been abused and was afraid of adults. He bent down, and smiled at him.
"What's you're name buddy?" Hotch asked gently.
"S-Spencer," he whispered, looking at Hotch with uncertainty.
"It's okay now, Spencer. You're dad is going to jail," Spencer looked at the door as JJ pulled his father outside.
"Did he do that to you're cheek, Spencer?" Hotch asked sadly, and Spencer nodded slowly.
Hotch slowly got closer to him, and put his arms around Spencer. He stood completely still, not familiar with comfort. Hotch rubbed his back soothingly.
"It's going to be okay, he can't hurt you anymore," Hotch whispered, and he felt Spencer lean his head on his chest.
Hotch hated seeing kids get hurt. Especially by their parents. Hotch slowly picked Spencer up, careful not to scare him, and walked outside. The officer that was called helped put him in the back of the police car, and gave him a blanket. Hotch sat beside him, not feeling right about leaving him.
Spencer had his arms wrapped around his middle.
"Is there anywhere else that hurts, Spencer?" Hotch asked gently, and Spencer didn't respond.
"It's okay if it does," Spencer slowly nodded.
"My ribs," he said quietly, and Hotch nodded sadly.
"Okay, hang tight bud," Hotch got out of the car, where the one officer was assisting JJ and the other officer.
He put him in the back of the other police car, slamming the door shut. "Is his son okay?" The officer asked with concern.
"I think he needs to get to a hospital," Hotch said.
"I'll take him," the first officer said. Hotch nodded. "Thank you. I'll meet you back at the station, JJ," Hotch said to her before walking back to the car.
He got back into the back seat, where Spencer sat, asleep. His brown wavy hair hung across his face, exposing the bruises on his neck. Hotch cringed. How could his father do this to him? He was so small and looked so fragile, like he barely ate. Right then, Hotch promised himself he would make sure this kid would be okay.
Author's note: Sorry my writing style isn't the best lately, I just started writing again. I've been wanting to do an AU with kid spencer for a while, and I hope you guys like it..:)