Doctor

Chapter 3

Here is the new chapter! I hope you'll like it. Thanks for the reviews, I am glad to see this fic is interesting in spite of the twisted ideas!

The action takes place after Julio's interview by Reid, but he hadn't understood that Walker was the UnSub, more precisely, when Reid is trapped with the killer. I always thought during that scene that Walker seemed to like to touch and look at Reid. This is what made me imagine this fic.

REID'S POV:

I was walking, trying to calm down my headache. Night had already fall, so it was better for me. We had let Julio go, letting him search for the kid, but we still couldn't tell who did this. It wasn't Julio, which was all we knew now. I was trying to think about everything that had been said, what we had discovered. Julio was making me feel disconcerted. How did he know about my headaches? Maybe it was simply written on my face.

I continued to walk and found myself near this old house. I looked at it, and knew that there was certainly no one who lived here. Morgan was still at the police station, I was alone, I had walked away to have a little fresh air. Hotch had accepted, I knew he wasn't buying it every time I said I was feeling well.

I was still observing the house. I couldn't say why but I was feeling the urge to come inside. I breathed in and out. I bit my lips, and finally decided myself. I walked in and found myself in an old corridor. It was worth being a horror house. I wasn't scared, still. I am an FBI's agent, after all. I walked, curious, I couldn't really say what I wanted to do here, but I knew something was there…I saw lights in a room and I looked through some pieces of wood nailed to the wall. I saw Julio, laying on the floor, with some blood. I turned round, thinking only about going and help him but I heard the click of a gun, and saw the professor with one in his hand.

"You really shouldn't be here."

So it was him…Of course, now everything was logical to me, everything came into my mind…Shit, and I should have told them where I was…

WALKER'S POV:

He was there.

The doctor I wanted so much was there. I was almost too lucky. Is it some kind of gift from destiny? I told him he shouldn't be here because it was true, but in reality, I was really glad of it.

He would see me, finally, as I had wished, he would see me torture and kill my victim. He didn't look really afraid, keeping his cool even in this situation. But it was okay, I would change the situation. I could barely hide how excited I was…I make him enter the room.

"Get inside!"

It's pretty arousing to order him around and see him obey.

"You're a professor, you are very smart, you a lot are smarter than this."

"Smarter?"

I mocked him a little, but all in all, I liked hearing him saying that sort of things about me. I put one hand in the crook between the shoulder and the neck, and placed the gun behind his head. I liked to touch him; really, it was nice, even through gloves. I wanted to touch him a little more. Keeping the gun in place, I put my arm briefly around his neck and told him to toss his gun. I took off my arm and hold his shoulder again and wait for him to do it. He sighed heavily but obeyed me. I smirked in satisfaction.

'You are going to obey a lot from now on, dear doctor.'

I pushed him a little forward; he certainly thought it was for security, but no. Not only. It was to look at him a little better too.

"People like you and I don't need them."

"People like you and I?"

I repeated what he was saying in mockery and contentment again. I really liked the fact he tried to make us the same; we are not, but true that we are both intelligent. I wondered if he thought that I was going to spare him because of those words. He had his head a little lowered. Strange thing, he didn't look that scared. He gazed at me a little more and answered.

"Yeah, men of intelligence."

"So we are the same?"

I wanted to laugh, and at the same time I was curious. He looked sick, and he was talking as if it was an effort to pronounce the word. I wished him to rise up his head a little more, so I could see his lips moving. He started talking again as Julio began to wake up.

"Yeah I think…"

Julio yelled through the gag and I looked at him.

"Shut up!"

Then I turned toward the doctor who continued.

"Yeah, I think there is some similarities, I mean…we both love books…"

"Books?"

Did he seriously thought I wanted to talk about books with him? I wanted something else. He had his eyes barely open, I wondered why, but I wished he had them open, I could see his lips a little more. It is arousing. But everything in him is arousing in fact. His phone rang.

"Ah!"

I pointed my gun a little more toward him as to warn him not to move. He fully opened his eyes to look at me this time. Still, there was no real fear. Just apprehension. I truly loved his eyes. I reached for his pocket and took the phone to throw it away. Whoever it is, they wouldn't disturb us; I was enjoying this. I would have the doctor for me alone. Julio moaned again.

"Shut up. Just shut up."

"You know what, I don't…I don't believe you killed all these people just to sell a book."

"Oh really?"

Of course it's true that I liked it too. I was curious about what he was going to say. I hoped he would describe the arousing sensations I felt in those moments. I wanted to hear him describe this, to hear the words roll on his tongue while he was thinking of my ecstasy, with that sensual voice of his. But he just nodded and didn't say anything, so I continued.

"Elian will certainly come to me soon, lost and needing help. I'll drug him then, it will be easy. He will die of an overdose some days after killing his santero for his fingers, it will all make sense to the police."

I wanted him to see that I was as intelligent as he said, I wanted him to see. I wanted his attention, as much as I wanted my father's.

"How are you gonna explain me?"

I smirked a little.

"Elian would have killed you too. We all know how unstable he is, he has been on a Palo rampage, and everyone will want to learn about the religion that drove the boy crazy."

Julio yell again, certainly angry that I am threatening his protégé.

"You shut up."

I wonder if he is jealous too. After all, I heard that he had accepted to come only with the doctor, not with the other agent. Some woman who was there told me. He wouldn't have him, I was the only one who could get him. Then, I heard the doctor talk again.

"I am sorry but…I don't believe this all about a book, and I think you know it either."

"Excuse me?"

Here I was curious, and a little worried. What is he going to say? He was rubbing his eyes, he had done that almost all the time we had talk together. I wondered why.

"I think it's something deeper, professor, and you know it. Why did you do this? We know you want someone's attention."

Oh yeah. I want his attention, and my father's…But I wasn't going to say that. That doctor didn't need to know.

"You don't need to know that doctor."

"You…Well, you are going to kill me maybe I have the right to know."

I smirked. I advanced toward him and he backed up until he was against the wall. He barely looked at me, keeping mostly his head a little titled to the side and low. He was incredibly sexy at this moment, while being in danger. I came closer, still threatening him with my gun.

"Keep you arms up, doctor."

He raised his eyes to briefly look at me again. Playing hard to get? I put the gun just above his hip and leaned toward him, my free hand sneaking at his neck.

"Maybe I won't kill you. But…There is something I would really like."

I whispered at his ear, just like in my fantasies. He swallowed, he was tensed.

"And…What is it you want?"

He really was too calm for me. He was nervous true, prudent, but I wanted him terrified. I pressed our body even further, careful not to shot him, the gun certainly painfully thrusting into his side.

"I want you to look at me while I murder Julio…"

"No. Don't do that, you don't need to…"

My hand tightened around his neck and he stopped talking. He fought to keep his eyes open and this time I couldn't handle it. I leaned toward his face and I claimed his lips with mine first hungry, then brutally. He gasped, certainly not waiting such a thing. I continued, I battled with his tongue, my hand on his neck holding him in place, and with the other hand, the one with the gun, I pressed even more his side, to show him that I am not distracted enough to let him escape. But it was hard not to completely loose myself in this. It was just so good. So sensual, I felt like exploding. I felt shiver as my lips caressed his, silk and sweet. He tasted great. It was better than I imagined. I had never kissed another man before, I only imagined it. This was so good it make me fell light-headed.

I pulled away. He looked at me with shock and some disgust. That made my entire anger surface again. Without thinking much, I brought up the gun and knock the man hard with it.

He would be mine.

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