New Chapter ya'll!

Told you it would get more mature.


They all sat, ready to eat their breakfasts that had just been placed in front of each of them. Reid's eyes widened at the large stack of pancakes and looked up at Hotch, who had insisted on ordering for him. The older man ignored the disbelieving look and went to eating his more modest sausage and biscuits. The younger man just started eating, thinking to himself, There is no where I'll be able to eat all this.

Morgan cracked a joke about Reid needing skin on his bones just as Officer Jake walked in, looked around, and hurried to their table. "Sorry to interrupt, but another body was found."


Hotch trekked into the brush as they made their ways toward the crowd of officers surrounding the crime scene. Morgan was right behind him, Prentiss and Reid had been sent with the scouting team to check the perimeter. Officer Clark was talking to his deputy as Hotch approached. Clark rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly agitated at something that was said and turned to Hotch, sighing. "Well, we know who it is." He informed, glancing down at the notes in his hands. "Mr. Drew Knight." He said, bring his eyes up to look at Hotch. "Fresh out of university and leaving for a job offer in Vancouver. His boyfriend called in telling us he'd gone missing."

Hotch nodded and looked over at the forensics team as they collected evidence around the remains of a dismembered, disemboweled corpse. Blood was everywhere. There was no drag sight. "Looked like he was killed out here," Hotch thought looking around. Alone with his killer.

"Yes, same general area as the last victims, and-." Clark was interrupted by the sounds of a struggle that came from the direction of the road.

"Damnit, Jake!" They turned to see Officer Jake trying to hold a brunette boy at bay. He was in his early twenties, thin and looked panicked and annoyed. Jake tried holding him back, but the boy broke passed and sprinted towards the crowd. A couple of officers caught him before he could run onto the crime scene. "Clark, is that him?"

Hotch glanced at Clark who was staring at Jake as he huffed and puffed after the boy. Clark sighed and glanced at Hotch and moved towards the struggle. "It's okay boys, I'll take it from here." The two officers let Clark take the boy away. He put a supportive arm around his thin shoulders and spoke to him briefly. Hotch realized this was the boyfriend that had reported Drew missing, and his suspicions were confirmed when he heard the boy scream in horror and break down into tears.

Hotch rubbed the bridge of his nose, knowing this case was not going to get any easier. His thoughts were confirmed when he heard Reid call, "Hotch! We found another one!"


The team sat with the two latest victim's profiles and pictures on the white board. Drew Knight was a good looking man with blonde hair, lean and tall. The second was a Kevin Mitchells, twenty-five year old with brown hair who had been working the passed two years and had been given a promotion in Montreal.

Reid chewed his lip and ran his fingers through his messy, brown hair. "Well, it seems like all the victims were going away with their respected boyfriends, either for pleasure or work, but all to start new lives together. It's almost like our unsub wants to keep them from being together."

"You don't think it's a hate crime, do you?" JJ asked, looking at Reid shocked.

"I do, but not towards homosexual men. I thinks it's towards the specific men he kills."

"Let's ask Clark if he knows anyone who hated any of them." Morgan suggested. "And ask Garcia if she can find anyone charged of a hate crime in town. The crime doesn't have to have occurred in Alaska. Some of the victims weren't from here, so maybe the unsub isn't either." Hotch confirmed and stood up to go into Clark's office.

Reid watched Hotch leave with a bout of apprehension.


Hotch knock on the door to the Chief's office. "Come in!" He was allowed in and opened the door to see Clark on the phone. He held up a finger, asking for a minute. "Well than nothing seems to be stopping you. I'll let Elle know your on your way. Well, it's a good thing we like you then, isn't it? Okay, gotta go. Okay, see you then, bye." He hung up and shook his head, a faint, amused smile on his lip. "My brother-in-law's heading into town. Already at his first transfer. Anyways, what can I do for you?"

"Can you think of anyone who had a hate for homosexuals? A violent one?" Hotch asked, getting straight to the point.

Clark pondered the question a bit. "No, not really." He informed, thinking it over. "There were some that were uncomfortable with it, but there has never been a hate crime since I've been sheriff."

"I see. Well, do you know of any domestic disturbances with any of the victim's? Maybe with past boyfriends?"

Clark thought it over and shook his head. "None that I can think of off the top of my head, but I'll look through the files and see if I find anything." He offered, looking up at Hotch carefully.

Hotch nodded and thanked him and went back to the team's set up as Morgan hung up the phone with, "Thanks, Baby Girl." He turned to Hotch and informed him, "Garcia's looking through the names of those in town and the victims for anything that sticks out."

"Hotch, I think we might have to do an undercover job." Prentiss offered, looking up at their leader. "I mean, he killed two this time around, I think our unsub's starting to spiral."

Hotch pondered this. He glanced around the room and saw Reid, reading through one of the files. The young genius was the only one that fit the victimology and Hotch felt a bout of panic. After learning what Reid had been suffering the past few months, he was hesitant to let the young man put himself in such danger.

Of course, they were at a stand still. Tomorrow was Friday night, a good chance for the unsub to take another victim.

"Hotch," the supervisory agent was surprised to hear Reid's tentative voice breaking through his chain of thoughts. "I know I'm the only one that fits the victimology. I'm willing to be the bait." He offered a small smile up at him.

Hotch took a deep breath. "Alright Reid, if this station doesn't already have an undercover sector or a volunteer for us, we'll send you out tomorrow night."


The team went over the files and tweaked the profile a bit. It was possible the unsub had been hurt, or cheated on, by someone that fit the description of the victims and was taking it out on anyone who reminded him of his pain. They asked Garcia to look through the earlier victims and see if there was a connection between them.

They asked the deputy who was in charge while Clark went to pick up his brother-in-law at the airport if they had someone who could go undercover. Being in such a small town, the need had never risen so there was no one experienced to go. To Hotch's dismay, that meant that Reid would have to go in.

They went through a plan. Prentiss and Morgan were to be taking out Reid for a small bit of celebration for a job offer he had received from far away. Reid was to decide on what felt natural to him, and if anyone came up to talk to him he was to play the loyal boyfriend. Reid had asked who his boyfriend was supposed to be, Hotch knowing he didn't want it to be Jonathon.

"Make one up." Morgan said with a shrug. Hotch rolled his eyes.

Reid blushed bright red and looked up at Hotch. "Can I say it's you?" He asked, sheepishly.

Hotch controlled his own blush and nodded tersely, not sure how else to respond.

It was near midnight when Hotch told the team to go get some sleep. He stayed to let Clark know what they were planning.


Reid said good night to the others and watched as they headed for their Cabins. He never noticed how far away each one was. The Cabins were reasonably spaced individually, but the fact that there was another cabin in between frayed Reid's nerves. He shook his head laughing at himself. Nothing bad could happen to him tonight. When he went undercover maybe, but not tonight.

He unlocked the door to his cabin and entered, shutting and locking the door behind him. He sighed and cut the entrance hall light on and made his way straight to the bedroom. Sleep sounded wonderful right now. He unbuckled his belt and placed it on the dresser near the door. He pulled off his sweater and stretched and started to unbutton his shirt.

"Hello, Spencer."

Reid froze as he heard the floor boards creak behind him. The voice sent a chill down his spine. Panic began to build up inside him. Fear triggered his fight or flight response and he turned around to see the familiar dark brown haired, blue eyed man. He swallowed, his hands beginning to shake. "H-Hi, Jonathon." He squeaked trying to smile; trying to pretend he was happy to see his boyfriend. "W-What are y-you doing here?"

The man smiled and leaned in capturing Reid's lips. He pulled away and flashed a smile. "I came to see you. I missed you." He took Reid's hand, lacing their fingers together. "You wouldn't answer my calls. I started to get worried."

Reid swallowed and let his mind race, hoping he could think of a way to stall until Hotch came in. "I was working. I couldn't take personal calls."

"Oh," Jonathon smiled and pulled Reid closer. "Well, your not working now." He claimed Reid's lips again. The young man tried to return it, but it was hard to kiss someone you didn't want to. "Take off your clothes."

Reid's body went rigid at the harsh growl. He swallowed and pulled back, looking at his boyfriend's face. He was glaring dangerously into Reid's. "W-What?"

"Did I fucking stutter? Take off," he shoved Reid onto the bed, "your clothes."

Reid's big brown eyes were hollowed in fear as Jonathon stared him down. The larger man gave a short laugh and whipped around, heading towards the door. He stopped at the dresser and pulled the gun out of the holster on Reid's belt and pointed it at its owner. "Take them off."

Reid swallowed and started unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers, slowly revealing his lean chest and stomach to his assaulter. Please Hotch, hurry. He pleaded in his head.

SMACK

The harsh sound accompanied the sharp pain in Reid's cheek. He gasped as Jonathan shouted, "faster," after slapping him hard across the face.

Reid quickly pulled off his shirt and started taking off his pants. Soon he sat bare on the bed, his boyfriend straddling him, shoving him to lay on his back. "P-Please, J-Jonathan, not here." He pleaded, closing his eyes as the other man kissed his collarbone.

"Shut the fuck up." Jonathon snarled, sinking his teeth into Reid's shoulder making him whimper pitifully. Reid sniffled and heard the clanking of chains and looked up to see handcuffs dangling before his face. Before he could protest, Jonathon fliped him on to his stomach, yanking both of Reid's arms, pinning them painfully and cuffing them. Reid felt fingers in his hair and yelped as he was yanked to his knees.

"Good boy." Jonathon whispered, licking Reid's ears. Reid sniffled, tears trickling down his cheeks. The bigger man forced Reid to turn around and smiled the ugliest smile Reid had ever seen. He froze when he heard Jonathon undo his belt and pants. He didn't have to look down to know he was pulling his member out of his boxers. "Suck on it."

Reid shook his head. "P-please, don't make me." He hated how pathetic he sounded, but he didn't want to do it. He would do anything to not have to do it. "Please."

Jonathon rolled his eyes and shoved Reid's head down, his cock brushing Reid's lips and cheeks, leaving a trail of pre-cum. Reid kept his lips shut, but couldn't stop a gasp as he felt the cold metal of the gun tip on the back of his neck. Jonathon took the opportunity, shoving his cock into Reid's mouth.

Reid tensed up as did Jonathon at the sound of keys in the front door. Hotch! He thought gratefully. He yelped as his boyfriend yanked Reid's head up be his hair and shoved him in front of him, using him as a shield. Reid couldn't help himself, "Hotch!" He cried desperately, receiving another yank on his hair.

"Shut up. Who is that?" Jonathon growled in Reid's ear, sending tremors up his spine.

"M-My boss." Reid whimpered as he heard the door open and close.

"Reid?" He heard the hesitation in Hotch's voice and knew he was pulling out his gun.

"You really are a whore, aren't ya?" Jonathan snarled, placing the tip of the gun to Reid's temple the chill making him gasp again. "Showing yourself like this to your boss." The harshness was still in his whisper but it also sounded amused.


Hotch walked in and immediately pointed his gun towards them and growled, "Let Reid go." He recognized Jonathon and felt a rage course through them. If only he had a clear shot. He'd show him what rewards he gets for hurting his Reid; a bullet between the eyes.

"Put the weapon down agent." Jonathon demanded smile, cocking the gun, his finger on the trigger. " Or I put a bullet through his precious brains. He means more to you than he does me. I wouldn't mind killing this fucking brat."

Hotch saw the hurt in Reid's eyes, but knew he had few options to get revenge. If he shot, he could hit Reid. If he didn't do as the jackass said, Reid could get shot. He felt the ankle holster against his leg and slowly bent down, commenting himself for deciding to wear it today. "Good choice, SSA Hotchner."

Reid yelped as he was shoved into the bed, the gun still pointed to him. "Now be a good agent and enjoy the show." He pinned Reid onto his stomach, pressing his fear engraved face into his cock. Reid sniffled and opened his mouth reluctantly, fearing the man would turn his gun on Hotch if he didn't submit.

The gun shot that sounded made him scream. A deep voice shouted in pain and Reid panicked. Hotch…?

He sat up to hear the sound of metal hitting the hard wood floors. He looked up to see blood spurting from Jonathon's shoulder. He pulled away and felt a firm hand on his back and turned around to see Hotch with a small handgun in his hand. "Reid are you okay?" He asked, looking earnestly into Reid's face.

The young man could only nod, the confusion disappearing.

Hotch quickly pulled out his handcuffs and cuffed Jonathon's hands behind his back. The lawyer yelped in pain, the bullet still lodged in his bleeding shoulder. Hotch pushed him to the floor, enjoying the pain in the asshole's face before he flipped him onto his front. He sat up and looked at Reid's terrified expression.

"Reid, come here." He whispered tenderly, wrapping his arms around Reid and unlocking his arms. Reid sniffled and rubbed his wrists a little. He looked up at Hotch's worried expression and immediately wrapped his arms around Hotch's neck, hugging onto him tightly. Hotch returned the embraces, rubbing his bare back soothingly. "Shh, it's okay. I got you. You're safe now."

"H-Hotch." He sobbed, burying his face into Hotch's necks crying. Hotch kept an arm wrapped around Reid's body and pulled out his cell phone and called Morgan for back up. He told him what had happened and let him know he needed someone to take the bastard to the station.

He hung up the phone and held onto Reid tightly, trying to calm him down. Jonathan scuffled on the floor, struggling against his restraints. "Fucking whore!" He finally glared up and shouted at Reid.

The young man just held tightly onto Hotch, clawing into his jacket, hiding his face in Hotch's should. Hotch rubbed Reid's bare back soothingly, glaring down at the scum he had left on the floor. "H-Hotch, c-can I-." The words were stopped by the sound of footsteps outside heading for the Cabin. Reid looked horrified at the thought of being exposed to anyone further. Hotch quickly carried him into the bathroom where Reid's pajamas had been left that morning. Reid thanked him, reluctantly releasing his hold on him, and Hotch smiled, shutting the door.


"Shut up!" Morgan snapped, shoving Jonathon into the back of their SUV. He slammed the door in his captive's face and turned to look at Hotch. His anger was gone and he looked concerned. "Is Reid okay? Does he need a doctor or a hospital?" Hotch didn't need to be a profiler to know Morgan was worried that Reid had been raped.

"Luckily, I got here before it came to that." Hotch said, glancing back at the Cabin. He sighed and looked back at the SUV where Jonathon was still struggling. "Get him out of my sight."

Morgan nodded and got into the SUV and drove off. Hotch cursed his quick shot, wishing he had had time to aim in between the man's eyes. He sighed again and made his way back into the Cabin, locking the door behind him. "Reid?" He called, moving deeper into the Cabin.

Reid poked his head out from the bedroom door wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. He waved shyly at Hotch who walked over to him. His face was rosy, but it didn't look like it was tear stained anymore. "Are you alright?"

Reid nodded and pressed close to Hotch, still looking frightened. "I just washed my face." More like scrubbed it raw, but details didn't need to be shared. "Hotch? Is he really gone?"

"Yes, Morgan took him away." Hotch said, bringing Reid into the living room, sitting him down on the couch. He started a fire, letting the light and warmth blaze at them. He sat beside Reid and hesitated. He knew Reid wanted to be held, but wasn't sure if he should touch him.

"Hotch? I-I know it's inappropriate, b-but," Reid looked down, messing with his sleeves, hesitating. He swallowed and blinked up at Hotch. "W-Will you hold me, again?"

Hotch smiled and opened his arms up and let Reid crawl into his lap, curling up into the embrace. He pressed into the warmth that Hotch's chest gave him; the warmth, the safety. He felt Hotch's strong arms wrap around him and he closed his eyes, knowing he was in the hold of someone he could actually trust. Tears trickled down his face. He took a deep breath and smiled to himself.


The morning lit up the Cabins. Hotch's phone buzzed against his leg. He reached down and shut off his alarm, yawning. He felt a pressure against his body and looked around, seeing the dying embers in the fireplace. He was lying on the couch, his legs entwined in Reid's as the young man rested against Hotch's body. The older man had his arms wrapped around the slender body. He felt content having Reid so close to him.

"Mm, Hotch?" Reid's eyes fluttered open. He looked up and Hotch smiled.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." Reid smiled and untangled himself from Hotch and they sat up, stretching. Reid rubbed his eyes and looked up at Hotch. "It's weird."

"What is?"

"Last night. It feels like a dream yet I feel like… I'm free." He looked up at Hotch and his smile did not waver. "Am I really free Hotch?"

"Yes, Reid," Hotch heard himself say, happy to see the other man give a real smile for the first time in so long. "You don't have to worry about that man ever again. You can have a new start."

Reid smiled. "Thank you, Hotch. You really are a good man."

Hotch smiled back. A spark fired him up. "Reid, are you ready for tonight? Do you think you can handle it after last night?" He was concerned about Reid's emotional state after the night's confrontation.

The younger man paused and thought about it. He was still scarred from the past few months, but surprisingly not last night. He knew that he could handle himself as long as he left his gun on him this time. He looked up at Hotch and nodded. "Bring it on."


Chapter 4-End

TBC

Well, there goes Jonathon.

This was another hard one to write because I was watching Criminal Minds and felt guilty about what I made Reid do.

It turned to the episode where Foyet hurts Hotch... I can't watch that episode... makes me sad.