Chapter 14

Hotch and Prentiss stood in front of the wooden table centered in the interrogation room.

Seated on the other side of the table, lightly clasped hands cuffed together and then cuffed to the table, dressed in standard prison orange, sat Reilly Peters. Reilly sat there quietly, seeming to study them with a smug expression on his perfectly relaxed face.

"Why did you kidnap Spencer Reid?" Hotch asked the first question, keeping his voice as calm and as even as possible as he sat down in the metal chair on the opposite side of the table, Prentiss stepping forward to stand next to him, arms folded over her chest.

"I didn't kidnap him," the dark haired man straightened up slightly, eyes darkening in what the agents guessed was anger, his knuckles turning white as his clasped hands tightened, "Spencer belongs with me, he needs me."

Prentiss and Hotch exchanged glances, "when and where did you first meet Spencer, Mr. Peters?" Prentiss questioned, staring at Reilly unblinkingly.

"That's none of your business Emily," Reilly stated, "all you need to know is I've known him for a long time, and Spencer loves me, and I love him, and I am going to get him back."

"Not from where you're going. You'll be lucky if you ever get out of jail at all." Hotch stood up, hands on the table, "if I had it my way, I'd kill you myself."

Reilly just smirked, seeming unphased by the agents threat, "well you already have me cuffed to a table Aaron, go ahead," the man held his free arm out, giving Hotch the ability for a clean shot right to his chest, "let's see how much of a monster you can be."

Hotch said nothing, he only straightened up and turned, heading for the door, pausing when Reilly spoke again, his tone taunting.

"Do you know how much fun Spencer and I had Aaron? How 'bout you Emily? All those cute little noises he made," Reilly's tone, though skin-crawling, was more of one of someone speaking of a beloved pet then of a person, "so adorable... And he was always apologizing, so afraid of making me mad, of doing something wrong, willing to do anything to stop me from getting cross with him. It was slightly pathetic in a way. It was the only thing I had to beat out of him," the younger man tilted his head back, a smug expression still plastered on his face, eyes locked on Hotch who stood staring at him a foot from the door, "oh he'd cry, but eventually he just came to accept it... Eventually he even started to like it." Hotches hands clenched into fists, but Reilly continued as if he hadn't noticed, "It was the only time, I could really hold him, without him squirming... Well, without him squirming in a 'trying to get away' way. But..."

Reilly grunted and jerked, almost falling off the chair when the agents fist connected his face, Prentiss quickly leaping forward, grabbing onto Hotches arm in order to hold her boss back as he prepared to punch Reilly again.

The con straightened up, laughing slightly as he wiped the blood off his lip, looking at the two agents across the table, "But eventually he got used to the fact that he was finally free, finally safe, safe from the bad people who wormed their way into his head and turned him against me."

"and who would that be?" asked Prentiss, sounding slightly out of breath as she pulled Hotch away from the table and pushed him lightly over towards the door before turning back to the man cuffed to the table.

"You. You and all your filthy, stinking, lying people who claim you help people, when in reality you kill more people then you save." Peters hissed, leaning forward, blood from his lip and nose running down one side of his chin.

Prentiss stayed silent, staring at the man who it had taken them months to track, and had caused so many nightmares and sleepless nights, before she turned and walked with Hotch out of the room, Reilly starting to scream curses and threats after them even after the door was shut.

"Take him back to his cell," Prentiss told the guards who were standing outside the interrogation room.

The guards nodded, one glancing quickly at Hotch who stood silently, slightly out of breath and straightening his tie, Reillys blood on his knuckles, before they vanished into the room to escort the psychotic kidnapper back to his temporary holding cell.

The two agents stood off to the side as Reilly was walked past by the police, the man mockingly blowing handless kisses to them and grinning showing blood stained teeth before he and the guards vanished around the corner and out of sight.

"You okay, Hotch?" asked Prentiss, fixing the older agent with a concerned stare.

Hotch nodded, "I'll be fine, I'm sorry for lashing out like that... It's just..."

Prentiss cut him off, "It's fine, you were only doing what I was seconds away from doing myself, only I don't think I could have hit the bastard quite that hard."

The older man smiled slightly, the smile quickly vanishing, "I'm going home to take a shower and get some rest, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention that fact that I hit him to Jason or Derek."

"Of course not Boss, get some rest. I'm gonna swing by the hospital before I go home, check on Reid and see how he's doing... Hopefully Garcia hasn't smothered him with gifts yet," Prentiss joked, giving her boss a quick smile before heading down the hall, turning the opposite way that the guards had taken Reilly.

Running a hand down his face and letting out a tired sigh, Hotch stood in the hall for a moment longer before he loosened his tie, pulling it off over his head, and followed, walking out of the building and over to where his SUV was parked, quickly starting it and pulling onto the road, heading back to his apartment.

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OMG! Sorry it took so long to update -.- school has me seriously brain drained and now Adam Lambert is singing "if I had You" on the television and I wanna listen to my Adam Lambert CD but it's 1:30 in the morning so it's to late *siiiiiiiiigh* Oh well...

Hope ya'll enjoy :) wanted to throw in some protective Hotch since i've always found him as a daddy figure to the team... besides Gideon I mean xD

*singing horribly* If I had you! That would be the only thing I'd ever need! Yeah if I had you! Then money fame and fortune never could compete! Yeah if I had you! Life would be a party, it'd be ectassssy! Yeah, If I had you, y-y-y-you, y-y-y-you, if I had you! :D

Until next time peeps! (pssssssssssst! Don't forget to leave me a comment!)