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Part II
Hotch had a sample of the papers laid out on the conference room table. As soon as Reid had left, Hotch set about taking everything down. Garcia and JJ had pitched right in, with the rest of the team following suit, but not without the slightest hesitation, Hotch noticed.
"Okay," Hotch sighed to himself. The task set before him seemed strangely impossible. With all that he had handled in his career, this should have been an easy mystery to solve. But he had absolutely no idea who could have done this to Reid. He ran the faces of the team members through his mind. He couldn't see any of them doing this. But they certainly hadn't helped, reading them out loud and making jokes. What are you doing, Aaron? You're reading them too, aren't you?
Perhaps the best thing to do was to just throw the notes away, and dismiss the whole thing as a childish prank. An incredibly cruel prank. He thought of Reid's face, how tortured his expression had been, how humiliated he must feel, and how exposed. He thought of Reid's childhood, the things that others had done to him, things the adults in his life had dismissed as "no big deal", just something every kid has to experience. Reid had finally felt safe when he joined the BAU. But now, would he ever be able to get that feeling of security back?
Hotch knew he couldn't just let it go.
"Garcia?" He called out as he noticed her walking by the open door.
She approached him shyly, "yes sir?"
"There would be security footage from last night, or this morning, showing who did this, right?"
"I already checked, sir, and unfortunately, whoever it was covered the cameras, so you can't see."
Hotch nodded slowly. Of course. It had been too much to hope that the culprit had allowed themselves to be seen.
"You don't think it was anyone on the team who did this, do you, sir?"
Hotch sighed again. "I can't believe it, no." He rubbed his forehead and groaned. "I can't even think clearly. I don't know where to start. This isn't what I expected to be dealing with this morning."
"Or ever," Garcia mumbled. "Is Reid okay?"
Hotch shook his head. "I don't think he is, no. And the worst part is that I can't help him. If I approach him, he'll just feel worse."
Garcia nodded sadly, "Yeah."
There was a brief silence, then Hotch broke himself out of it. "Sorry, Garcia. That's all."
"Yes sir," she said, still sounding sad. Hotch looked at the doorway again; she had gone. He closed the door, and sat down, with Reid's most private thoughts splayed in front of him.
We all need to blow off steam after an especially grueling case, and Hotch
is no exception. This one was especially brutal, and I knew I was in for it.
"Come into my office," Hotch tells me. The rest of the team is still in the office, and this makes me nervous, but it would be foolish to do anything but comply.
As soon as the door closes –he doesn't even lock it- he shoves me to the floor.
"Up," he orders, "up on your knees."
He is unbuckling his belt. He undoes his pants, never taking his eyes off me. Of course I rise to my knees as he tells me. He curls his fist in my hair and pulls me sharply to him. I can't help but cry out in pain. This makes him pull my hair again.
"Don't you make a sound," he growls. "Unless you want the others to come in here and see you on your knees like a little bitch."
He pulls his penis out from behind the thin fabric of his boxers. It is already hard. It seems larger than the last time. It is more beautiful than I remember.
"Suck," he tells me.
Hotch had begun to sweat. He leaned back in his chair, ashamed of, but rather enjoying the sudden throbbing between his legs. Reid's vulgar words stared back at him. It was almost amusing that this kind of smut had come from Spencer Reid, who everybody thought of as such a prude. Apparently everyone thought wrong.
"Some profilers we are," he said quietly.
"He has me in his hand and is stroking me hard. I gasp and cling to him
These words had been magnified and underlined, taking up their own sheet of paper. That, to Hotch, seems almost more offensive. It meant they had gone through Reid's private writing and picked out what to enlarge, what to use to represent the whole. It emphasized the fact that someone had actually read this; they had taken the time to dissect it and were showing off how closely they had paid attention.
"Tell me you want me to hit you again," he tells me.
"Hit me." He lets go of my penis. I whimper.
"Say it right, Spencer. Say it right and maybe I'll let you come."
"Please, sir, please hit me, sir."
He slaps me so hard that my ears begin to ring. The shock is enough to make me ejaculate. I know right away, even through my euphoria, that this is a mistake.
"You're a very bad boy, Spencer."
"Agent Hotchner?"
Hotch jumped. He had to suppress a disappointed groan when he realized it was Strauss standing in the doorway. He realized it would probably be more polite to stand, but found himself in a rather embarrassing predicament. He knew, however, that with Strauss in the room, any and all sexual excitement would jump out the window.
"Agent Strauss," he responded, sitting up straighter. "I didn't hear you come in."
"A bit caught up in your work, I see," she stood behind him, her arms crossed. Hotch tried to keep his breathing under control. From where she was standing, it would most certainly be easy for her to notice the surprising state he had found himself in. Luckily, her anxious gaze was fixed on the table. "This is quite a shock, to say the least."
Hotchner nodded. "I can't imagine who would have done this."
Strauss glanced at him for a moment, "This is Agent Reid's handwriting, isn't it?"
"Unmistakably. At first I'd thought maybe someone had copied his handwriting, and that these are fakes, but I don't think they would be able to write this much this well."
Strauss leaned over the table, studying the writing. "What do you want to do about this?"
"Well," Hotch said, "I'd like to find out who did this, if possible, and have them punished."
Strauss gave him a confused look, "I thought you said it was Agent Reid?"
"I mean, I would like to find out who put these copies on the walls," Hotch said. Strauss always managed to frustrate him. He was convinced at times she was being deliberately obtuse.
She was staring at him, looking frustrated herself. "Agent Hotchner, I'm sure there are important cases to see to. I don't want you and your team wasting your time on this."
Hotch could feel his cheeks growing hot. "I understand, ma'am. But with all due respect, Agent Reid has been attacked, emotionally and professionally, and I feel that deserves some of our attention."
"Wait, wait, Hotch, I don't think you understand what I am asking. When I asked what you wanted to do about this, what I meant was, would you like to file a sexual harassment claim?"
"What?" Hotch glared at her, trying to gather his thoughts. He tried to speak, but only frustrated grunts escaped him. Her reaction was baffling. He knew she saw situations differently than he did, he knew that her decisions were often misguided and wrong, but this made him angrier at her than he could remember being. "Ma'am, you do realize these journal entries were not meant to be seen."
"I realize that, Agent Hotchner, but the fact is that Spencer Reid's behaviour is highly inappropriate, and should be dealt with."
"Are you honestly blaming the victim?" Hotch's eyes were darker than usual, his face contorted in anger. "This was taken from his private journal. I never even noticed he had one, so obviously he kept it secret. This is a complete surprise to me, and, if this person had not invaded his privacy in such a despicable way, I still would have no knowledge that writing like this existed." He spat the words out, his breath catching in his throat. His chest was heaving, and he knew that if she did not leave soon, he would say, or do, something that would get him fired.
She stayed silent for a moment. Hotch could tell she was furious with him, but she bit her lips and tried to maintain a calm appearance. She spoke quietly, "I understand you are protective of your team, Aaron, but this needs to be dealt with. I will speak to Agent Reid in the morning."
"You will do no such thing," Hotch said. He stood up, towering over her. "I will not have you make him feel worse than he already feels." He exhaled harshly, "If you go near him, I swear I will have your job."
Strauss recoiled as if he had slapped her. "How dare you. How dare you say that to me. You have forgotten yourself, Agent Hotchner, and you can be sure that my superiors will hear of it."
"Good," Hotch said. He shook his head, at a loss for words. "I have to go," he mumbled. "I need to get out of here."
He threw the door open and walked, in a daze, passed the small cluster of agents who were trying to pretend they hadn't been listening. Strauss left shortly after him, and glared at the gawking onlookers before bitterly telling them to get back to work.
