Note: So... I have a confession to make: I really hate writing author's notes, so I'm gonna make this brief.
Special thanks to my reviewers: Pink-Libra-Girl, San child of the wolves, Hippiechic81, ahowell1993, Gawain and Ludub!
Gawain: Normal police handcuffs would be my guess, so he would have a limited range of movement. I'm sorely uneducated on the subject of handcuffs, however.
"Tell me, Agent Hotchner, do you remember my name?"
He doesn't.
He doesn't remember who he is.
All he can see is Reid.
Reid held at knifepoint and afraid.
"Leave him alone," Hotch keeps his voice steady, knowing any emotional change could serve to set the man off. "You obviously have a grudge against me. You have me, so you can let Reid go."
"You don't remember me," the man says. It's not a question. His hand is trembling, shaking with barely suppressed rage. "You should."
Reid closes his eyes as the knife presses harder against his cheek. "How could you not remember me? How could you not remember what you did?"
Hotch takes a deep breath. Seeing that knife so close to cutting Reid, to causing serious damage, isn't something he ever wants to be exposed to again.
Yet he forces himself to tear his eyes away, forces himself to direct his gaze at the unsub.
He needs to keep the situation from spiraling out of control anymore than it already has.
Hotch studies the man's face, already trying to profile him.
He's clean-shaven, hair combed. His clothes appear neat.
Obviously, he puts effort into his appearance.
He cares what other people think of him.
But his eyes.
They hold a wild, uncontrolled look to them.
And that's what bothers him the most.
"I put a lot of people away. I make a lot of people angry with me." Hotch fights to keep his voice calm as he explains himself. He doesn't hope to make the man see reason. He knows that at this point he can't. He just needs to stall him, get him to keep the knife away from Spencer. "I can't be expected to remember them all."
"Lies!" the man snarls, raising his tone.
Reid flinches.
"It's not a lie," Hotch says. He works to keep his voice toneless"I told you. I deal with a lot of people who hold grudges. You can't expect me to remember all of them."
The hands and the knife suddenly drop away from Reid's face.
Reid sucks in an unobstructed breath.
"My name," the man says, "is Michael Greer."
With a swift motion, he suddenly cuts the ropes binding Reid and drags him up, out of the chair.
"Do you remember me now?"
Note: So... I finally gave the guy an identity. I didn't really want to use any of the unsubs from canon in this particular story.