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Title: Spencer Rocket

Author: Ihli

Rating/Warnings: M/Prostitution, Slash, language, sex, etc

Pairing: Hotch/Reid

Summary: Prostitutes are dying in Las Vegas and the BAU is called in to catch the unsub responsible. Hotch has never met anyone like hooker Spencer Rocket. Hotch/Reid Slash!

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters I just like to play with them sometimes. I promise to put them back where I found them.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 1. I'm glad you are enjoying it. Please let me know if you like this next chapter.

Thanks to The Shameless BookWorm for Beta'ing this chapter! All mistakes are mine.

Chapter 2

Hotch drove in silence contemplating the young man in the car. How had he known so much about profiling? He knows who Rossi is. Has he read Rossi's books? The man, Spencer, seemed reasonably intelligent. What led him to this life?

Hotch couldn't deny that Spencer was attractive. He looked good enough to fuck. But there was no way that was happening. He may have paid Spencer for the night, but that was to get his help with the case and he really did want to keep him safe. He would never take advantage of the situation.

Why am I taking him to my hotel again? Wouldn't he be better off in police protection? No. He won't stay with them. He's a prostitute. This is the only way to keep him safe. At least that was what Hotch told himself. The truth was he wanted to know more about the enigmatic young man.

Hotch noticed Spencer had pulled out an inexpensive cell phone and was tapping keys furiously. "What's up?"

"Texting Lis and Kitty. Telling them to stay together tonight. Most Johns are happy to have a threesome, and there is safety in numbers."

"Oh, good thinking." Did I just compliment him for suggesting a threesome?

Hotch led Spencer up to his room and gestured to one of the full size beds. "You can have that one, I'll take the other."

"What fun is that baby? I'm all bought and paid for." Spencer bottom lip thrust out as his hip pushed to the side. Hotch was too good a profiler not to see the relief in Spencer's eyes. He was sure the man was doing his job and nothing more.

"Thanks, but that's not what I want," he said as he started rifling through his go bag looking for clothes to sleep in.

"Oh baby de-nile is more than a river in Egypt. Do you have some delusion you're straight? I saw the way you were checking me out. It's my business to know these things. You want to fuck me and trust me, I'm a good fuck." Spencer was so confusing. He had intelligence and caring emanating from him and an aura of almost innocence that totally contrasted with the things coming out of his mouth.

Hotch cleared his throat. He could imagine fucking this man but not on these terms. "I'm an FBI agent. You are helping with a case. I would never take advantage of that."

"Suit yourself," Spencer said, turning away.

Hotch did. He went to get ready for bed and change in the bathroom. But his mind was back in his room with the very attractive young man.

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Spencer looked around the room and saw a file folder on the desk. One look couldn't hurt, right?

He pulled open the file, absorbing the information faster than a sponge absorbs water. Then he got to the photos. There was Miss Priss. Spencer's hand flew to his mouth as he gasped. His friend was in the photo, dead.

But then his mind began to process the image, recalling data, making comparisons. Something about the way the body was posed brought another image to mind, Macuilxochitl.

"You really shouldn't be looking at that." Agent Hotchner spoke in a voice that was not unkind.

Spencer jumped at the interruption, he had been so lost in thought he hadn't heard the agent return to the room. "But…sorry…But, look at the way she's posed."

"I know. It can be hard to look at crime scenes. Did you know her?" More of that kind voice. Spencer both craved and loathed that voice. There was little kindness in his world. But wasn't kindness really just a front for pity?

Also, that wasn't what he meant. "Yes, but that's beside the point. She's been posed to look like Macuilxochitl."

"Macu…"

"Macuilxochitl. He's the Aztec god of Gambling, Games, and Feasts. See how she is posed sitting up, her legs crossed, hands at her sides and her face looking up. That is a classic pose for representations of Macuilxochitl. Also, see the wound pattern here." He said pointing to the image.

"That's definitely an imitation of how the ancient Aztecs would have sacrificed to their gods. The unsub is clearly an expert in the Ancient Aztecs." He finished his description with a hint of excitement.

Aaron stared at him. He got that uncomfortable feeling when he accidently let his smarts show to a John. Would Hotchner hit him? "Where'd you learn all of this?"

Spencer shrugged, trying to down play his special skills. "I spend my free time at the library. I…I like to read."

"Are the ancient Aztecs a particular interest for you?" Hotchner looked so serious. Shit! What should he say? Was it a trap?

"No…last year I spent a few weeks in the religions section of the library. It was fascinating to learn about all of the beliefs of so many different cultures…I'm rambling aren't I." Spencer ducked in on himself, preparing to run, to hide in a corner. "I…sorry…please…I'll be quiet. Just…don't hit me."

"Spencer, I'm not going to hit you. I'm just trying to understand." Kind voice again. This guy was unlike anyone Spencer had ever encountered. "You spent a few weeks on all religions, and you still remember this detail about the ancient Aztecs?"

Should I answer? he wondered. He had learned long ago that Johns didn't need to know about his abilities that were unrelated to sticking his ass in the air. They just got angry. But Hotch didn't seem angry. He seemed genuinely curious.

"I have an eidetic memory. I read 20,000 words per minute, and I remember them all."

Spencer watched Hotch's mouth drop open in shock. Spencer braced for whatever was coming. So he was surprised when Hotch pulled out his cellphone and dialed.

"Garcia, check and see if anyone in the area is an expert in the ancient Aztecs. Someone who lives here or a tourist."

"How's she gonna do that?" His mind started racing. She would need to query the list of people in Las Vegas currently and the list of known experts in the Ancient Aztecs and then do a join of the lists and see where they overlapped. The residents wouldn't be too difficult, but how would she get the lists from all of the hotels? And then what about the amateurs who were interested in the Aztecs but had produced no papers or other public records to indicate their interest? The problem was fascinating.

"It's best not to ask. She has her…ways. I'm gonna turn in now."

"Okay." Spencer was stunned. Hotch got into bed and turned off his lamp. The man really wasn't going to use him. How strange, he thought as he turned in for the night.