A/N: Chapter Six finally here. I have read all my comments, and do appreciate the feedback about the Amish Community, I actually find it to be interesting (though I could never live without my computer). But as of this chapter, the information will not be of much use, slight spoiler, yes, but the case will take them elsewhere, so I won't actually be going into further detail into the lifestyle. Please read and be patient until I can update again. Thx!

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Chapter Six

"You may use my blanket if you wish," Aaron glanced up from the paperwork hearing the chatter of teeth. His own hands were starting to get chilled in the night air but he wasn't finished going over the files. He was wanting to make sure there weren't any other possibilities. If the profile was right then they were onto one of the unsubs, they still had nothing on the other two. There was a chance that finding one would lead them to the other two. It scared him that the three could work together for so long without one of them breaking away or there being some discord in the ranks. Each had to have their own agenda and they normally didn't work well with others. If he knew anything, he knew that it didn't look good for them. This group had a leader, a supporter, and no weak link. The weakest one would always snap and try to leave before this much time had gone by. If they were still together after a decade of killing, all three were dedicated to their cause, and they wouldn't turn on each other.

"I'm tempted to go make Rossi move over so I can join them," Spencer shivered and hated that he hadn't been the one to think of sleeping in the vehicle. Dave had grabbed the keys close to ten and said he was done. JJ had been on his heels shouting that she had dibs on the backseat. An hour ago he had gone out to check on them and they were cozy inside the running vehicle. He had smiled and said he would be fine inside with Hotch. He had let them know which room they were taking for the night. The fire wasn't enough to keep the room warm. "I can't imagine how cold the lobby is."

"Freezing, but we'll manage." His last trip to collect the rest of their belongings, he had been able to see his breath. Aaron frowned seeing that his offer went ignored. A single mattress had been tossed to the floor near the only source of heat but Reid was cuddled up underneath a single thin blanket. It was foolish to not use it, "Place this one over you as well."

"I can't, you'll need it." He might as well said 'give it to me'. The blanket was thrown at him, "What are you going to use or do you plan on staying up all night?"

"I'll be joining you," Aaron rose from his seat and grabbed the edge of the blanket to help spread it out. "We'll climb under both to stay warm."

"Share?" As in next to each other? The moisture evaporated from his mouth and his tongue felt swollen. The jacket was thrown off and tossed aside, the tie was loosened and placed on the chair. Spencer couldn't turn away from the undressing. He was in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt.

"Yes, share," Aaron stripped down to the cotton t-shirt and boxers before climbing underneath the covers. He took the spot behind Reid, allowing the genius to be closest to the heat. There was only two pillows and they weren't that good.

Right, share the covers with Hotch. Spencer didn't dare move or turn. Giving the man his back would have been rude and he was already comfortable on his back. He could deal with this as long as they didn't resort to sharing body heat.

"We should probably try sharing body heat," Aaron scooted closer on his side towards the shivering form. He was alright but the temperature would continue to drop. It gave him the perfect excuse to get closer without causing concern. Being this close made him question the possibilities; the right height, the same stature, and so he edged closer.

"Hotch," that was a little too close. Spencer tried not to panic having the length of his boss pressing up against him. The arm came to rest over his stomach, pulling him in. This was going to cause the wrong kind of heat and he wouldn't get any sleep. What was going through the man's mind?

"Did you use a wig or extensions?" Aaron's gut told him he wasn't imagining it. The bedroom eyes, the full mouth, and the guilt that couldn't be disguised. His fingers reached to stroke the ends of the ear length strands. In a moment he'd know the truth, either a confession or a denial.

"Weave, actually." How had he been found out? He searched for any sign of anger or disgust, there was none, only concern. "How did you figure it out?"

"You forget what we do? Besides you left the proof in the trash, if you didn't want me to find out, you should have used the bathroom." Aaron let it sink in. It was confirmation, he had his answer. It had been Reid and he hadn't tried to lie to get out of confessing.

Hotch had dug through the trash? Why the hell would the man go so far? Asking for a name was one thing but to run his sample. "Why would you search through the trash to see if I left anything?"

"Because you left without saying anything," Aaron explained. "If you'd have stayed I wouldn't have had to resort to digging through Dave's trash. I wanted to know who I had spent the evening with. Care to tell me why you ran out on me?"

The conversation he had never wanted to have and he couldn't run out on it. Hotch wanted answers, there was no putting it off. "I ran because I had just made out with my boss and you had no idea who I was. I didn't think taking off my mask and shouting 'Surprise' would have been the wisest choice of action. I fully expected you to freak out and fire me."

"I'm not going to fire you." Aaron snuggled closer. It wasn't the right time to try anything, but he did want to ask a few questions. "Are you displeased that it happened? Is that why you didn't say anything?"

"I didn't say anything because it was me, Hotch. We've worked together how long? I didn't think you'd be calm if you figured out it was me you made out with." There was no swearing or being told off but that didn't mean Hotch was okay with knowing. They would have to continue to work together. "I didn't want things to change between us because I was dishonest."

"I will take part of the responsibility for what happened between us. I'm the one that took you upstairs and instigated things. I wish you would have been comfortable enough to let me know it was you but I understand why you reacted the way you did. What I don't understand is why you allowed me to kiss you when you knew who I was." Aaron lifted his weight up on his elbow to get a clear view of Reid's face when he answered. He figured out the rest but wanted to understand why the kiss had been allowed. If Reid thought it would have bothered him, a single word would have ended it. Nothing, the genius was staring at him. The panic began in the eyes, "Did you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes," Spencer admitted it. It was done and he didn't want to continue being dishonest. He had wanted to be kissed, he still wanted it, and he couldn't resist looking at the lips that were too close to be professional.

"Good, then I don't have to apologize." Aaron was glad he didn't need to feel guilty about his recent thoughts. Or about what he was going to do next. He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of the slightly parted lips. It wasn't the right time to be exploring or testing boundaries. It should wait until they returned home. There was no one in the room to witness what happened between them. The door was locked and they shouldn't be disturbed. After eight weeks of recalling the kiss, determined to find it again, he didn't want to wait until they were back. "You have five seconds to tell me no."

Was it acceptable for him to say yes? Spencer wasn't sure so he simply remained silent, praying that Hotch wouldn't stop. The kiss ghosted his mouth, hesitant for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh at the pressure. The noise must have been taken for consent. The mouth opened over his own, the kiss deepening before he could adjust to the fact that they were about to start making out in the middle of a case.

The reason Aaron had sought the person was reaffirmed when the tongue clashed with his own. The taste and texture, the eager way the kiss was returned had his breath catching. The tremor of excitement struck hard, like a sledgehammer to the groin. Aaron captured the back of his nape, pulling the doctor close as he rolled over to climb on top of the other man. They were separated for a moment and he had to get those lips again. Soft and sweet, stirring the passion that had been left unsatisfied since that night.

Spencer felt like he was dreaming, he was underneath the man once more, but this time Hotch knew who he was kissing. The man was taking possession of his mouth. He brought his hands up to fist the cotton, needing something to hold onto. Just a simple kiss had his body vibrating and aching to be touched. "Wait, what was that?!"

"What?" Aaron broke the kiss hearing the faint noise coming from somewhere else in the building. A door creaked down the hall not far from the one they were using for the night. "The others were told which room we are using."

"Right," Spencer scrambled out from underneath the covers and reached for his belongings. Hotch already had his piece aimed at the door by the time he found his own and was standing. Rossi and JJ wouldn't have any need to search the abandoned building and the sheriff had been the one to select the room for their use. The floorboards creaked in the hallway, someone was searching the place.

"Stay close," the noise halted outside of their door. Aaron reached for the knob after moments passed and it wasn't opened. Had the person realized that they were awake and aware? He heard the click before the first shot came through the wood, forcing him to take cover, and move away from the entrance. His back hit the wall as more shots tore through the wood and prevented him from opening the door.

"There is more than one," Spencer winced at the sting in his side but held his position against the wall. The assailant wasn't aiming anywhere except at the door. Raised voices were shouting but he couldn't make out what was being said over the gunfire. His ears picked up a single word, 'Hero' past the ringing.

A few seconds passed without a shot being fired. Aaron moved quickly, yanking the door open ready to fire into the hallway and at anyone still foolish enough to be standing there. There was no one, he stepped out to clear the hall. A loud thud came from further away and more gunshots from outside. "Stay here."

"Go," Spencer wasn't going to balk at the command. Hotch left him standing just inside the room and raced away. From the shots being fired, Rossi and JJ had realized that something was going on, and not that he had been about to make a huge mistake with the boss. He winced, taking a deep breath made the skin move and pull at the fresh wound. Shit, he was still slower to react than the others on the team, except Penelope. He had moved in time to keep from getting shot directly in the gut. Lifting the t-shirt up, he cringed feeling the wetness slowly easing out of the new hole.

The position wasn't near anything vital but there wasn't an exit wound and from the extra pain he was positive that it was still lodged inside. Going through the old wood had slowed the projectile. What were the chances that it had carried some wood with it? He hobbled over to his discarded clothes to find the sweater he had tossed aside before climbing into bed. It was the only thing close to use to apply pressure to the seeping wound. The gunfire had ended outside but it would be a few moments before the others came back. Maybe more if they hadn't caught whoever it had been. He wiped his right hand off on the sweater in order to have a good grip on the gun. The other kept pressure on the wound and he exited the room. Calling an ambulance would take too long and he would need someone to drive him to the hospital. The bleeding wasn't slowing down.

Nothing was there to leap out at him as he made it through the building and out of the open door to the outside. The night air wrapped around him, making him shiver at the low temperature. The vehicle was still running but no one was inside it. The only person he could see was JJ, she was walking back with her weapon still in hand. Where was Hotch? He managed to make it over to the car and lean against the door. The feeling in his hand was almost gone, possibly from the loss of blood and the cold.

"They had a vehicle waiting on them," JJ wanted to punch something. The other two would be returning in a few. Rossi had woken her shouting that he heard shots being fired from inside. She had exited the car to find him firing at two people that had ran out of the building in a panic. The chase had led them behind the abandoned streets and into the woods. Which meant a third party had been waiting for them in the car because both had jumped into the backseat before it had sped off. She holstered her gun and reached for her phone which was still inside and on the backseat. It would need to be called in, "Rossi thinks he may have managed to hit one of them. If we are lucky he did and one of them will need to seek medical attention."

Great, then they might be able to get one of them. Spencer took a deep breath, the back door was opened up beside him. JJ didn't look happy and two figures were coming down the street in the direction she had just come from. That had to be Hotch and Rossi, returning without anyone in custody. "Then that makes two of us."

"Spence?" JJ looked around the door at the announcement. Who else needed medical attention? Hotch said they were fine when she had hastily asked if they were okay. The doctor was holding something to his side and was visibly shaking. "Shit, why didn't you say something immediately?"

"I just did," his teeth were chattering from the cold. Hands were grabbing his arms and directing him into the already open door. Without care for his comfort she pushed him inside and helped him get his legs inside. The door slammed shut and the blonde head could be seen running around the front, the driver side door opened and his ears split. The horn echoed as she laid on it without removing her hand. She could have just yelled for them, now he'd have a migraine to go with the throbbing abdomen.

JJ left the door open seeing that they got the message that something was wrong and would be here in a few. She climbed into the backseat and turned on the overhead light. The beige sweater was soaked through with blood and Reid looked ready to pass out. The front passenger door opened and Hotch looked inside. "He was hit."

"Shit," Dave climbed into the driver's seat without being told. The vehicle was put in gear before the passenger door was closed. It was a good twenty minute drive to the nearest town.

"How bad is it?" Aaron got on his knees to turn in the seat. Why hadn't Reid said anything? Why had he assumed that they were both okay? He had looked over to make sure that they had both gotten to cover after the first shot. Seeing the slender male pressed against the wall had confirmed that they had both moved in time.

"It didn't exit and he's still bleeding," JJ reached in the back to retrieve another shirt. A hiss escaped from them both as she pressed it against the torn flesh. He had barely been holding it and it needed steady pressure to slow the bleeding. "Sorry."

Spencer barely got a nod off to reassure her that it was fine. The ringing was growing louder and keeping his eyes open was near impossible with each bump in the road. He could make out the sound of the blonde's voice but not what was being said. Through the rapid blinking he tried to tell her that he was fine seeing the worried expression on the lovely features. It wasn't as bad as it looked and he just needed to rest his eyes for a few. Rough fingers were touching the side of his face.

"Rossi, drive faster." Aaron tried to get him to open his eyes. Reid had begun sweating, the skin beneath his fingers felt cold, and clammy. The haggard breathing wasn't a good sign, "he's going into shock."

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The overwhelming scent of alcohol reminded Penelope of the many reasons she disliked hospitals. She hated it even more when it was the young agent lying in the bed. After being shot in the neck, she had hoped he had gotten over his affinity of attracting stray bullets. The soft moan drew her attention to the heavily sedated patient that was unaware of how close he had come to leaving her. He really had to stop doing this, her heart couldn't take it.

"How's he doing?" Dave knocked lightly after the head whipped around. A bit too late to announce his presence, but it was cute and funny to see how the woman tried to pretend that she hadn't just come close to jumping out of the chair. The others were still out in the field following up on a lead.

"About the same," she retrieved the hand she had dropped. The doctor said he would pull through but she'd feel so much better once he woke up. The wound itself hadn't been life-threatening but he had lost a lot of blood.

"He'll make it," he took the chair opposite and his arms on the flimsy mattress. Aaron had assured him that there was nothing going on between the two. It was hard to believe it with the way she was desperately clinging to the still fingers. There was something between the two and it didn't take a profiler to figure it out.

"What did you find?" Penelope directed the conversation to the case, not wanting to discuss her fears. They had to believe that Reid would pull through without any complications. She wanted to know what they were doing to find the ones that had done this. The assholes had tried to ambush her team.

Dave ran a hand through his hair, they hadn't found much. "The house was empty and has been for a long time. Thomas Wright, aka Hero, has been in the wind for over six months. Don't apologize, we wouldn't have that much if it wasn't for you and you did what you could. Hotch and JJ are going through the house to see what they can find. We are pretty sure that this is our alpha personality and also the one that was driving that night."

"How can you be sure?" The name Hotch had heard when the two had been screaming for the driver to take off had been enough to give them something. The old sheriff had known the name immediately and had told them what he knew. A disturbed teenager that had once lived in the community and had left town after his entire family had died in a fire. The retired sheriff told Hotch that he always had the gut feeling that the boy was responsible but he hadn't been able to prove it. The community hadn't liked him hanging around and had wanted to grieve the loss of one of their families in peace so he had let it drop. From what she could find this Thomas had been in and out of jail for petty crimes since then.

"Classic dominant personality, anger issues, and we also found my bullet in his garage. They made a pit stop on the way out of town to take the time to remove it." Dave hoped the unsub he had shot bled to death. That would give them a corpse to investigate and another name. They needed something to link all three unsubs together. "He is part of this and he owns a beat up Chevy pickup truck."

"What now?" She fidgeted under the intense stare. Why did she feel like she was being profiled? Why was he looking at her hand? Or was the confused expression due to whatever was on the Italian's mind?

"Well, they know that we are onto them so we may have lost our chance at catching them for now. Since they realized we are here, they will most likely find a new dump site. They won't make the mistake of coming back while we are here. Hotch also believes that one of the unsubs is close to the investigation somehow. Which makes the case more difficult because of the situation. He doesn't think it is someone still active in the community but somehow they knew we were here. It could be a coincidence. The problem is they will most likely move on and we won't be able to do anything until there are more victims."

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Okay, please tell me what you think. Yes! I shot Reid!