Title: Huis clos

Author: Haldol

Translator: Shannon

Fan-Fic Of: Criminal Minds

Theme(s): Angst, Crime, Drama,

Rating: M

Warnings: Abuse, M/M, Rape

Note: I translated it to the best of my ability so you might or may mot get confused. If you do I'm very sorry!

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Chapter 8

When Tobias again became himself, his first thoughts were for Reid. Schizophrenia in two separate his mind, Tobias knew what he was subjecting the young FBI agent when he was Charles. It was not even aware of its own transformation alternatives. But he felt, by a subtle mechanism of his broken spirit.

Tobias rushed into the cabin to know what his father did to Reid.

He found him unconscious on the floor, face against the ground, his back marked by the whip, and his face bathed in his own blood.

"Oh! My God! "Tobias cried, horrified, kneeling beside his victim. He turned slowly and saw a trickle of blood still flowing from his mouth. It was not a good sign ... He took his wrist between his fingers Reid: the pulse was weak. He then placed his hand against Reid's chest, seeking heart. He was barely conscious. "No! No!" Cried Tobias.

He took him in his arms and carried him to his bed. He stretched on the mattress with care and looked sickly and his body bruised.

Tobias's face was contorted with anguish and pain. Why had his father strove to make so much harm? Is he trying to punish him because of this affection he felt for Reid? Was that a sin?

Tobias wondered what crime he committed. Was he guilty simply of his thoughts?

How to describe the feelings that overwhelmed him, and this kind of obsession that won ...? Tobias had sometimes felt that nothing was more important than this young man lying before him.

He looked Spencer passed out on the mattress. Dilaudid is not enough. He needed something else to treat him.

Tobias left the hut and found out that it was already dark. He got into his car and drove off with a bang, ready to rob a pharmacy.

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Reid had spent forty-eight hours between life and death. His temperature had risen to 40 ° C.

Tobias had not left a single second. He had given all the drugs and injected all products that may treat and do finally come back to him.

And he had watched patiently. Hour after hour, day after day, night after night.

On the threshold of the third day the fever had fallen. Hematomas became blackish mid-violet, but they were resolved. And what might be the internal wound which made him spit blood, it was probably healed. However, the young officer had still not regained consciousness.

Finally, at the dawn of the fourth day, Reid opened his eyes. It felt strange to float. Even lying down, it felt like to feel dizzy.

It was still early morning. The day was just beginning to penetrate the blue light in the hut by the window with dirty windows. Spencer heard the rain falling outside. The drops pounded the roof shaking and striking the tiles.

The air was terribly humid.

Curled up on himself, Reid was shivering with cold. The cloth was not enough, and half torn plaid was too late, too little ...

He glanced at the room. He saw the fire in the stove was off. But mostly, he saw Tobias, asleep on the chair. He was there to watch.

Spencer could not help smiling. He was happy not to be alone, happy to know that Tobias was nearby, he had not left unconscious and sick in this remote cabin. Her presence comforted him. It was so much need it!

Reid tried to sit up on the mattress to catch the glass of water placed on the floor beside him. Her trembling hand betrays him, and leaned on the glass slats.

Noise, although slight, woke Tobias.

"I'm sorry ..." Reid muttered in a weak voice, looking at the puddle spread.

In one leap, Tobias had left his chair and knelt near Reid. In his eyes you could read an intense relief. He took the hands of the young patient in his and, his heart bursting with emotion, he whispered: "I thought you were going to die ..." and suddenly, as if he could not control himself, he drew against Reid and hugged him.

Spencer felt his body against the strength and power by Tobias: his square shoulders, arms knotted with muscles, the chest broad ... Reid, exhausted by evil and by days of fever, gave himself up against the heavily built body.

Tobias gently loosened his grasp: "Why are you trembling?" He felt that Reid was shivering against him. He realized he was cold. Finally arriving to control the burst of violent emotions which had seized, he murmured: "I'll make a fire ..."

Before getting up, Tobias refilled the glass of water and Reid helped to drink. Then he took the wood in the box and lit the stove. The flames rose up, throwing in the damp room a sweet orange. The logs crackled and noise, mixed with rain fell outside, there was something soothing. The cabin seemed less sad, almost like a protective cocoon.

However, Reid was still covered with uncontrollable shivers.

Tobias approached him and sat on the edge of the mattress. He straightened the sheet. "It was not until shortly before the fire warms the room ... The air is so wet ..."

Spencer only shook his head, fixing his eyes tired. Tobias saw that his lips were blue and they were trembling. See Reid and suffering was unbearable.

Then, a sudden and unexpected gesture, Tobias withdrew the sweatshirt he wore black and covered her chest Reid, above the sheet over the threadbare rug. The young man immediately felt the warmth of the garment which was communicated to him ... the heat that the body of Tobias had left such an imprint on the fabric.

But the feeling was fleeting. The warmth soon disappear. Reid had enough energy to heat alone.

Tobias found that the sweatshirt was not enough. Then he considered another solution ... something much more personal . He hesitated a moment, experiencing the greatest confusion. But he could not leave it like that, no. He must do something.

Then he took off his T-shirt, took his big boots caked with mud, and lifted the sheet easily a little shy. Then, slowly, Tobias slipped on the diaper and lay around Reid. The young man, still shivering, he looked a little lost.

"Come ..." Tobias whispered as he opened his arms.

Reid immediately snuggled against his bare chest. It was like an impulse, a physical need of solace, need for affection and human contact ... Tobias slowly closed her arms about him, enveloping him in the heat of his body. The young officer could not restrain a sigh of well-being ...

Nose in his neck, Reid could smell his skin, the smell of the earth, the smell of his sweat ... that smell bad and virile man that Tobias was boorish Reid ... And realized that this smell, he does not hate, no. Quite the contrary, nestled against the warm body of Tobias, he would drunk ...

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