Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds

A/N: Kinda random switches in point of view. Also, let's just say this all happened before Foyet, so no one gets confused. And…yes, I'm a little late posting this. I apologize, my car broke down, and life is all crazy. So you will have to live with another short chapter, and long wait. I will try to make the next one longer, and put it up sooner.

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As Hotch talked to one of the cops, Reid stayed next to his side dutifully, standing almost too close, doing it on purpose just to show Hotch that he could stay out of harm's way. He hung back slightly as Hotch and the police entered the apartment, standing just inside the doorway. Reid listened as the police officer explained that a neighbor had heard someone break in, and called the cops. Glancing around, Reid frowned. Nothing was apparently missing, and nothing was broken. No drawers were even open, which most likely meant whoever had broken in was looking for Hotch.

Reid leaned against the doorframe, his mind already drawing up lists of possible suspects. Of course, Shawn naturally made it onto the list, after all, Hotch was keeping Shawn away from his target, in this case, Reid. Ignoring the guilt this possibility raised, Reid attempted to think objectively about possible solutions to the problem. However, as he thought of the prospect of Shawn being tracked down and interrogated, Reid shuddered, and decided to stop thinking about it until he was sure it was, or was not Shawn.

Reid just about screamed as a hand fell on his shoulder, but luckily choked on it and turned to the police officer who was now eyeing him worriedly. The officer opened his mouth, and the beginnings of an apology began to form, but Reid simply waved it off, shaking his head.

"No, it's fine. What did you need, officer-" Reid began, ignoring the slight hoarseness of his voice. The police officer seemed unsure, but took a deep breath and stood up straight.

"Officer Kent. I think I found something outside I think you should see, Dr. Reid."

Reid glanced over his shoulder towards the bedroom, where Hotch and a couple other cops were, briefly considering asking Kent to wait for Hotch. But, then again, Hotch had already made a point to introduce Reid as a fellow FBI agent, whom he had been going over a case file with (at the ungodly hour of three in the morning), and there were two more cops outside. There seemed to be little harm investigating a possible lead with a couple of cops. So, despite the promise he'd made to stick with Hotch, he nodded and followed Kent outside.

Reid frowned as officer Kent led him to the side of the building, but he followed him all the same, feeling slightly relieved when the other two cops outside waved as he passed by them. Reid almost ran into Kent as he stopped, but regained his composure quickly, and began looking around, but didn't find anything in the mostly dark alley.

"A call came in a couple minutes ago, someone said they heard shots down here," explained Kent. Reid's body jerked into a tense position, but Officer Kent didn't seem to notice, and began to point out a series of three gouged out sections of brick. "It's weird, it looks like the guy just shot at the wall and left."

But did he really leave? Reid wondered. He felt like smacking the officer over the side of the head. There was an armed suspect running around, and although Kent and the other police had on bullet-proof vests, Reid was now all too aware that he didn't. And, besides kids and other hooligans, most criminals didn't just shoot at a wall. There was the possibility that the shooter wanted to get the cops' attention. But before Reid could say anything to Officer Kent to get them both out of there, a warm hand on his shoulder, and a cold gun at his neck quieted him. The threat was implied, don't make a sound, so as the hand pulled at him, Reid followed quietly, frowning as Kent continued to stare at the wall, saying something about the shooter and home intruder being the same person.

As he was turned to face away from Kent, and pushed to continue to walk down the alley, Reid found himself holding his breath, and had to concentrate to move air in and out of his lungs at a steady pace.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic

Of course-he almost laughed thinking about his situation. Hotch had been right, he should have stayed home, and if he got out of this, the chances of Hotch trusting him to take care of himself were slim. Once they were out of Kent and the other cops' hearing, Reid took a chance, clearing his throat.

"Shawn?" he asked hoarsely, his voice hardly a whisper.

"Who else would go through all of this trouble to get you back, Spencer? I love you, you have to know that now. That guy, your boss, he wouldn't do this for you, but now you know that I will. I'll do anything for you," Shawn muttered, leading Reid down the side of the street, to his brown Chevy, parked just a little ways from the entrance of the alley. Reid frowned slightly, thinking even as emotions tried to win over control of his mind.

"You did all of this for me?" he asked incredibly. As they reached the passenger door of the Chevy, Shawn turned him around, a sort of manic adoration in his eyes as he looked at Reid. With the barrel of the gun pressing lightly against Reid's jaw, Shawn leaned in, kissing him softly, lovingly. The kiss was almost beautiful enough to make Reid forget about where he was, and what had happened. With a slight whimper, Reid let Shawn press him against the side of the truck, reciprocating the kiss, trying to draw it out as long as possible. As Shawn ran his tongue over his bottom lip, Reid parted his lips, sighing as Shawn slipped his tongue into his mouth. The hand that was holding the gun was cradling the side of his face, thumb brushing over his cheek before Shawn moved his hand to cradle the back of Reid's head, fingers slipping through strands of hair. Reid brought both hands up, laying them flat against Shawn's chest, but not pushing him away. Would Officer Kent be able to tell this wasn't consensual, when not even Reid could? The thought was vague and hazy in Reid's mind, even as the thought of why he needed to draw it out as long as he could, give the cops and Hotch a little more time before he disappeared into the truck, even as that thought faded.

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A/N: Alrighty, please, pretty please, review. Hope you like it.