For the Love of a Son
By RascalFlattsS
Disclaimer: Still do not own.
Sorry it has taken so long to update this story. Stupid writers block. But I finally overcame it and the next chapter is done! Thank you so much for your patience!
Hopefully the writer's block has gone south for the winter
"Sir? Sir! Are you okay?"
Hotch groaned. His eyes opened slowly as the pain in his head intensified. He was laying face down on the asphalt. He looked up and saw the waitress from the diner, bending over him, shaking his shoulder.
The waitress helped him sit up and lean back against the SUV.
"I'd call 911," said the waitress. "They should be here any minute."
"Reid?" Hotch asked. He held his hand to his head, looking around for Reid.
"Reid?" repeated the waitress confused.
"The young man I came in with," said Hotch. "Is he here? Have you seen him?"
"Your friend?" asked the waitress. Hotch nodded. "I haven't seen him."
Hotch's heart fell. He knew that there was a small chance that Reid was still there, but he had to be sure.
Hotch made a move to stand up.
"What are you doing?" asked the waitress. "You need to stay sitting!"
"No," groaned Hotch, "I have to find him."
"What are you talking about?" asked the waitress.
"My friend," said Hotch, softly. "They took him." Hotch took a deep breath. "And I have to find him."
Reid groaned. His head was killing him. He rolled over to his side.
"Finally. It's about time you woke up. I was beginning to think we'd killed you or something."
Reid opened his eyes. He found himself lying on the floor in the back of a van. His hands were tied behind his back. The leader was sitting in the passenger seat while his henchman drove.
Reid sat up. "What do you want?" he asked, trying not to keep the fear out of his voice.
"I already have what I want," said the man. "You."
"If you think that kidnapping me is going to get you want you want," said Reid, "you're clearly mistaken."
"Is that right?" asked the man.
"Yes," said Reid, "The FBI doesn't negotiate."
"Who said anything about the FBI?" asked the man. "I don't give a rat's ass about the FBI!"
"Then what do you want?" asked Reid.
The man smiled, "I already told you. I need your help with a little project. When it's done and everything goes well, I'll drop you off at home safe and sound."
"I won't help you," said Reid angrily.
The man laughed. "I don't need your help, Dr. Reid."
"Then why—"
"Kidnap you?" asked the man. "Why ruin the surprise? You'll find out soon enough."
Hotch sat impatiently in the back of the ambulance, trying to fight off the annoying paramedic.
"I told you, I'm fine," Hotch said.
"Sir," said the paramedic, "You were unconscious. You could have a serious brain injury. You need to go to a hospital."
"I need to go to find Reid," insisted Hotch. "I am fine."
"But sir—"
"I don't have time for this," said Hotch. He stepped out the ambulance and walked past the paramedic.
"Agent Hotchner!" Hotch turned and saw the Police Chief-a man named Keller-came running up to Hotch.
"Any news?" asked Hotch.
Keller shook his head. "We've got road blocks up on every road within 20 miles. So far nothing."
Hotch sighed. He rubbed a hand over his face.
"Don't worry," said Keller. "We'll find your agent. Why don't you go to the hospital and get checked out?"
"I'm fine," said Hotch. He turned and walked over to his car.
"Where are you going?" asked Keller.
"Where do you think?" asked Hotch. "I am going to go find my agent!"
Rossi sat at the table, staring at the folder seeing the words in front of him but not really processing them. Morgan, Prentiss and JJ were sitting at the table next to him, going through the same information, trying to find a break in the case.
The silence was broken by the sound of Rossi's cell phone ringing. Rossi grabbed his phone and answered it.
"Rossi."
"Dave, it's Hotch."
Rossi paused for a moment. He could hear the stress and tension in Hotch's voice. "Everything okay?" he asked already knowing the answer.
"No," said Hotch. "Reid's gone."
"Gone?" said Rossi. Whatever he was expected this wasn't it. The other team members looked up at him with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean 'gone'?"
"It was a four man team," said Hotch. "They ambushed us at this diner we stopped us. I'd tried to stop them but—"
Rossi could hear the pain in his voice. He knew Hotch was closer to Reid than the others. Reid's younger age, vulnerability and innocence brought out a fatherly protectiveness in the older agent; Reid reminded him of Jack.
"Hotch, it's not your fault," said Rossi.
There was a long pause. For a moment, Rossi thought that the connection had been dropped. "I'll find him."
"We're on our way," said Rossi.
"No," said Hotch, "You guys stay there; help Maxwell find the unsub. I'll find Reid."
"Now, wait a moment—" started Rossi.
"You can do more there," finished Hotch. "Find the unsub and save those girls. I'll find Reid."
"But—" said Rossi.
"I will find him," said Hotch. "I promise you Dave, I WILL find him."
With that, the call end.
Rossi turned to Morgan, JJ and Prentiss. The three looked at him.
"Is everything okay?" asked JJ.
Rossi shook his head, "Reid's been kidnapped."
"WHAT?" said Morgan. "How? What happened?"
"Hotch said they jumped them," said Rossi.
"Is Hotch okay?" asked Prentiss.
"We need to go," said Morgan. He started grabbing folders when Rossi stopped him.
"Hotch wants to stay here and work on this case," said Rossi.
"Is he insane?" yelled Morgan. "How can we stay here when Reid is in danger?"
"Have you heard the metaphor of a mother bear?" asked Rossi calmly.
Morgan looked puzzled, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Have you heard the metaphor?" Rossi repeated.
The three other agents nodded.
"You don't get in between a mother bear and her cub," said Rossi. "And right now, Hotch is like a mother bear." He paused, "Trust me when I say this; Hotch is going to find Reid and God help anyone who gets in his way."
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