TRAFFICKING
Hatochiisai
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. Wish I could write for it, though. ^_~
SLASH WARNING Hotch/Reid (And that's why I never WILL be able to write for it)
Hotch stood between Morgan and Rossi as the Coast Guard vessel pulled up alongside Coronado's ship. They were staring at a photo of Coronado that Garcia had sent them.
"Prentiss. You and the captain take the bridge." He said, and the woman nodded. "Rossi and Morgan, with me." When the call to board came, the three men charged onto the deck. They only had one goal; getting Reid off of that ship. Taking Coronado in would be an added bonus…
Coronado looked up from where he stood between Reid's legs. Something was happening. People shouting. Thundering footsteps on the deck over them.
"… I'm afraid I must go check on the ship, Cachorro." He said, gently stroking Reid's quivering inner thigh. It was slick with sweat… his entire body was. He groaned and writhed, panting in need… He had endured intense sexual stimulation for over two hours now, but Coronado had denied him every chance to reach his release. The burning in his body and the throbbing need between his legs was overwhelming… He twitched as headphones were put over his ears, and a moment later his ear drums were assaulted by white noise.
With Reid blinded, and now deafened to the world around him, unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure rushing through his veins, Coronado could go and investigate. When he returned, Reid would finally be ready to beg… He would be one step closer to breaking.
He left the room, closing the door and heading down the corridor and up the stairs. He stepped out onto the deck, and his eyes widened. The United States Coast Guard? He turned and broke into a run.
"FBI! FREEZE!" A voice shouted. He whirled and stared at three men holding guns aimed at him. "Arturo Coronado!" Shouted the youngest of the trio, moving towards him. Coronado inwardly cursed and slowly put his hands up as he recognized the men… Andrew Cane had told him about the BAU team… about Aaron Hotchner. The dark skinned man moved over and spun him around, handcuffing him. Then the man who had to be Hotchner was suddenly in his face.
"My Agent…" He hissed, his eyes on fire. "The man you bought… WHERE IS HE?" Coronado glared at Hotch, then slowly smirked.
"Lo ciento…" He said, shaking his head. "No comprendo, Senor Hotchner." Hotch stared at the man, then snarled and turned away. He was NOT going to play games with this man.
"TEAR THIS SHIP APART!" He roared, and went through the door that Coronado had just come out of. Rossi and Morgan marched Coronado over to waiting sailors and handed him over, then followed after Hotch. The three men moved down the corridor, kicking open doors and peering in. Hotch moved all the way down the hall to the end, and kicked in the door, stepping in with his gun up.
He immediately recognized the muffled moans and strangled whines filling the room. He turned, and his eyes fell on Reid. He was struck numb in shock, his gun falling from his fingers.
"… Reid…" He gasped, eyes widening in both relief and horror. He ran across the room, snatching up the sheet from the bed as he passed it and flung it over Reid, covering him from the hips down. He wanted to preserve what dignity he could for Reid, knowing that Morgan and Rossi were right behind him. He wouldn't be able to keep them out. And a moment later, they ran through the door.
"Reid!" Morgan cried, and he and Rossi ran across the room. "Hotch… what's wrong with him?" He asked, staring at Reid's appearance. He was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. His body was shaking and he was writhing, fighting against his restraints. Hotch reached out and jerked the headphones off of Reid's ears and ripped the blindfold from his eyes while Morgan removed the gag, then with a wince, carefully removing the vibrating clamps from the boy's swollen nipples.
"Reid…" The Unit Chief called, his voice rough. The boy's eyes fluttered open; his pupils were so heavily dilated, the ring of brown around the black was hardly there.
"… H-Hotch?" He whimpered, and turned his head into the hand resting on his hot cheek.
"Easy… we're gonna get you out of here." Hotch said. Reid blinked his dilated eyes, then closed them and groaned, rolling his head to the side. He opened them again.
"Morgan?"
"We're here, kid. Are you hurt?"
"N-No… I just… nnh… God… Hotch, PLEASE! I… I can't…" He gasped, writhing. "Ahnn… nnnngh…"
Morgan was starting to look slightly freaked out. He unbuckled the restraint around Reid's right wrist while Rossi released his left. In a flash, they found themselves holding Reid's hands while the boy clung tightly to them, panting desperately.
"Reid?" Hotch called, slowly moving down the table. "You trust me?" Reid's eyes fluttered open again and he peered down at Hotch, then nodded. Hotch nodded back to him, then stepped between Reid's legs, folding the sheet back so that he alone could see.
"Hotch!" Morgan gasped, looking horrified. "What are you doing?"
"Helping him." Hotch said, looking grim. He stared down between Reid's legs, then closed his eyes and turned his head with a pained grimace. "Maybe you two should go… For his sake…" Morgan was looking very nervous, and Rossi didn't look good either.
"I'm gonna close off this room." The eldest agent said. "Make sure no one else intrudes." And he left, picking up Hotch's gun on his way out, then closing the door and standing guard.
"I ain't leavin' him, Hotch." Morgan said. He was holding Reid's hand in his, and his other hand was stroking the boy's forehead.
"Hotch… it hurts… Please… I… I have to… Uhhn…"
"I know, Reid." Hotch said and focused again, removing the spreader bar and tossing it aside. The he got to work, relieving the young man of the instruments of sexual torture. Reid arched his back and let out a keening wail, desperate tears rolling down his face. Morgan kept his one hand on Reid's forehead and his other holding the boy's trembling fingers. But his eyes were on Hotch.
"Morgan." Hotch said, glancing at the man. He saw the tension mounting in his agent, and felt the protective fury in Morgan's glare. "I admire your dedication to protecting Reid, but I'm not going to hurt him. I'm helping him."
"I don't think you're going to intentionally hurt him, Hotch." Morgan said in a low tone. Reid couldn't hear the man over his own sobbing moans. "But I think that the fact that we've seen him like this and that you're having to do what you're doing WILL hurt him."
Hotch continued working. The boy let out a choked cry and thrashed.
"OH GOD!" He cried out. "Hotch! PLEASE! Please, God… I… I need to… PLEASE!"
Hotch stared at Reid's face, streaked in desperate tears, then sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment. "It's okay. I'll help you… you'll be okay."
"Hotch…" Morgan hissed, looking shocked.
"It's okay." Hotch said, glancing at the other man. "He trusts me."
"Hotch… you're… you're down there TOUCHING him… I don't think he ever wanted—"
"This isn't the first time I've touched him like this." Hotch interrupted, sharply. Morgan stopped and stared, looking shocked. "He trusts me completely. Just like he has every night for the past seven months. Now either shut up or get out. I will take care of him, now and after." And he did.
Morgan was strong by his best friend's side as Hotch brought it all to an end, making sure that Reid didn't inadvertently fall to the floor. Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Reid collapsed, completely limp. He had passed out cold. Hotch quickly wiped his hands off on the sheet covering the boy's bottom half and freed his feet. He then moved to the side of the table and gathered Reid into his arms, holding him close.
"Reid…?" He called, staring into the flushed face. Reid didn't respond. Morgan stood on the other side of the table, watching the Unit Chief cradle his Agent close. The man looked distraught… near tears. But the relief was overwhelming; Reid was safe.
Morgan frowned. Hotch and Reid… For seven months? How could he have missed it?
He jerked out of his thoughts when Hotch wrapped Reid in the black Satin sheet and lifted the boy into his arms. He held him close, letting him tuck his head into his neck. Morgan looked around the room with a grimace, then followed Hotch out. Hotch went a few doors down and stepped into the bathroom.
"Morgan, get me a clean blanket, will you?"
"Uh… Yeah, sure." Morgan said, and turned to find one.
In the bathroom, Hotch knelt and lay Reid down on the floor, then started the water and heated it up. Once the tub was full, he unwrapped Reid and sat him down in the water. Reid twitched and moaned weakly, turning his head a bit. Hotch supported him with an arm behind his shoulders and ran his other hand up and down his chest and belly, avoiding the boy's swollen nipples.
"Reid?" He called, gently. Reid's brow furrowed and he turned his head towards Hotch. "Spencer… Hey…" Hotch said, smiling as Reid's eyes fluttered open. "There you are…"
"… Aaron?" He whimpered.
"I'm here." Hotch whispered, lifting his hand from Reid's chest and cupping Reid's cheek. Reid smiled at him.
"About time. What took you so long?" Reid asked, and Hotch smiled back.
"Well… YOU'RE okay." The man snorted, and Reid slowly moved to sit up on his own. "Did he hurt you?"
"Not really. What you saw… that was all he did…" Reid sighed, looking away as he turned red. He drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around his belly.
"Hey." Hotch said, frowning and running his hand up and down Reid's back. "Don't close in on yourself. It's okay. I'm the only one that actually saw anything." He grabbed the bar of soap and began to wash Reid, gently.
"Did you get Coronado?" Reid asked.
"Yeah."
"And Cane?"
"Not yet. We have a Coast Guard cruiser chasing him down, though."
"Good." Reid said with a nod, forcing himself to relax and running a hand through his unruly hair. "… Thanks Hotch."
"For what? You don't actually think that I would have left you to that man, do you?"
"No, of course not." Reid said, blinking. "I mean… thanks for helping me out in there. He uh… I'd been in there for… a couple of hours with him doing things to me… but he never let me… you know…" Hotch nodded his understanding.
"Spencer... I have to ask this... Did he rape you?"
"No." Reid said. His voice was calm and even. And Hotch knew it was true. He let out a relieved sigh. Reid sat silently as Hotch finished bathing him and washed his hair. The boy's trembling abated under the man's gentle hands, and finally, Reid turned and stared at Hotch. "… I love you." He whispered. Hotch stopped and looked at him, and smiled.
"I know." He said. "I love you too. Now come on. Let's get you out of here." He drained the tub and helped Reid stand. But the boy's legs were shaking. Hotch cracked the door. "Morgan?"
"Here." The man said, holding out a plain white cotton blanket. Hotch took it, then turned. Reid had sat himself down on the edge of the tub. He looked exhausted. Hotch walked over and wrapped the blanket around him, then swung him up into his arms. Reid squeaked and flung his arms around Hotch's neck.
"You… You don't have to—"
"Humor me." Hotch snorted. Reid blinked, then smiled slightly and just decided to let the man have it his way. He cuddled against him, folding his arms across his mid section, resting his head on the man's shoulder and nuzzling his forehead into his neck. Hotch smiled and stepped out of the room. Rossi and Morgan were standing there, looking worried.
"Reid!" Morgan gasped.
"Hey." Reid said, smiling slightly at the man. "I'm okay. He didn't hurt me." Morgan nodded and he and Rossi followed Hotch up the stairs and out onto the deck. Reid winced and closed his eyes, pressing his face into Hotch's shoulder when the bright sun blinded him.
"Reid!" Prentiss called, running across the deck. "Oh God, is he…?"
"He'll be okay." Hotch assured her. "Just traumatized."
"Am not." Reid grumbled into Hotch's coat. The man blinked, then smiled slightly. Reid turned his head and looked at Prentiss. "Emily?"
"Yes?"
"What does… 'c-cacharo' mean?"
"What?"
"Cacharo. He kept calling me 'cacharo'." Reid said. Hotch frowned, also curious now.
"Wait… Cacharo or Cachorro?"
"Yeah. That. Cachoro." Reid said, minus the elegant rolling of the 'r' that Prentiss had.
"Oh…" Emily said, frowning. "Um… it means 'pup' or 'cub'." She said. Reid blinked, then nodded and turned, resting his head on Hotch's shoulder again. Hotch sighed and got Reid onto the Coast Guard vessel and took him down to sick bay, laying him down on a bed.
"The doctor will just do a quick exam and clear you, okay?" He said. Reid nodded. The team waited outside the door while the doctor did his exam.
"Did anyone think to bring Reid's Go Bag?" Hotch asked as they stood out in the hall. Everyone shook their heads. "We'll need to find him some clothes."
"I'm sure the doctor will provide him with some." Rossi said.
"What did he do to him?" Prentiss asked.
"… He didn't rape him." Hotch said. "Reid will be fine."
NOT THE END
After all... after what Morgan witnessed on Coronado's vessel, Hotch and Reid have some 'splainin to do! And if you think the girls will be left out... HAH!
Oh, and it's quite funny reading the reviews you people left. Half of you were screaming, "HURRY HOTCH! SAVE HIM! And the the other half were saying "... RAPE HIM!" Made me giggle. Several times.