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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.

So this is it. I decided to post the final chapter and the epilogue as one. I hope the ending works for you. Thanks for reading and please review.

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

Chapter 8

Hotch checked in with the team. Garcia was working on it. Something about the Aztec Casino's computer being like the one in some Star Trek episode, something about stone knives and bearskins. When he repeated it, he heard Spencer chuckle quietly and mumble, "City on the Edge of Forever."

The team arranged to meet at a restaurant and continued to speculate about the unsub as they ate dinner and returned to the hotel.

Aaron was happy to turn in early. As soon as the door shut, he pushed Spencer against it and kissed him.

"Someone's eager." Spencer smiled.

"Is that a problem?" Aaron loved seeing Spencer smile.

"Never," Spencer said as he spun Hotch around to be against the door.

Hotch started walking Spencer back towards the bed on the right, stripping off his clothes as they went. Aaron wanted Spencer, badly.

Spencer took his time removing Aaron's clothes. Or so it seemed to Aaron. He wanted to rush his lover along, but he sensed that Spencer needed this. He needed slow sensual love making as proof that this was different.

Finally, the two men were naked, hard cocks thrusting against each other, lips joined, tongues dancing. Aaron ran his fingers through Spencer's luscious caramel locks, reveling in the softness.

He started to kiss down Spencer's chest when there was a knock on the door.

"Hotch, it's Morgan, open up."

Aaron groaned, not now. He got up and threw on a pair of pants and a shirt and went to answer the door, trying to block Morgan's view.

"Hotch, what the hell? Garcia's been trying to reach you," Morgan said, his face hard.

Hotch was surprised, had he really been so lost in lovemaking that he hadn't heard his phone? "Sorry, I didn't hear my phone."

"Jesus…" Hotch could see Morgan's eyes locked behind him; he glanced back; he had a direct line of sight on Spencer in bed, the blanket pulled around him.

Hotch stepped into Morgan's space forcing the other profiler back and pulled the door almost shut behind him.

Morgan stood his ground. "Hotch, what the fuck? Now you're doing the Hooker?"

Aaron glared at Morgan. "It's not what you think, and it's none of your business."

"I think it's my business when it affects your performance on a case." The volume on Morgan's voice started to rise.

Hotch decided this was a conversation he was not ready to have. "Morgan, what did you want to see me about?"

"Garcia sent a picture of the unsub to your phone. Can we go arrest him, now?" Morgan said, moving right up into Hotch's face. "Or do you need to finish getting your rocks off?"

Hotch's eyes narrowed as he answered. "I'll be out in a minute; we roll in five. Let the rest of the team know."

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Spencer watched as the other agent, Morgan, that's his name, as Morgan's eyes locked on him. He was relieved he had pulled the blanket up to cover himself. He was unprepared for the raw contempt he saw in the man's eyes. Hotch looked back at him, and all Spencer could see was shame.

As the door closed he thought, why shouldn't he be ashamed? He was just fucking a whore. They probably thought Hotch had sunk to Spencer's level. After all, I am bought and paid for. Spencer knew a man like Aaron would never pay for sex. Forget the fact that he would never need to. Who wouldn't want the hot agent? He would never disrespect someone enough to force himself on them. He was too honorable.

All he would do is bring pain and grief to this man. He didn't deserve this happiness. He jumped out of bed and pulled on his old clothes. He had to get out of here. Save Aaron from himself. The fun was over, and it was time to get back to work. There was no guardian angel to save him. He didn't deserve it.

He threw on his work outfit and sprinted for the door.

As the door opened, Spencer rushed out. "I'm sorry," he called as he ran past Aaron. He splurged on a cab; he had to get away.

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Hotch stood paralyzed just long enough for Spencer to get into the stairwell. Hotch ran into his room, jammed his feet into his shoes and grabbed his car keys, chasing after Spencer, but the young man was fast and almost out the door when Rossi stopped Hotch.

"Aaron, what's going on, are we going to raid Clayberg's hotel room?"

"Morgan, take the team and do it." He ran. He had to catch up with Spencer. He could barely imagine why he had run, but he knew he needed to catch him, talk to him, and straighten this out.

He got out in time to see Spencer get in a cab and watch it pull away from the curb. He ran for the SUV just barely keeping the cab in sight but failing eventually. Where would Spencer go?

Aaron Hotchner was not considered one of the top profilers for nothing. He had seen Spencer's self-loathing. He knew he had a long road ahead helping his young lover gain self-esteem. He knew exactly where Spencer would go. Dressed like he was, he would go back to his life. That meant the street corner where he first picked him up.

Hotch drove frantically. They had too much of a head start. Just as Hotch arrived, he saw Spencer follow a man into a car.

His phone rang. "Hotchner."

"The unsub wasn't in his hotel room Hotch. We have the place watched in case her returns. He's probably going after another victim." Morgan explained.

Aaron's stomach dropped. Spencer just got into the car with a man. A man who could fit the profile. He pressed a few buttons on his phone and saw the picture Garcia sent.

"No!" Panic washed through the unit chief.

"Hotch, what is it?" Adrenaline spurred Hotch into action.

"Spencer just got in a car with the unsub." He said, pulling out into traffic. "I'm in pursuit. Follow my signal in, now!"

When the unsub's car pulled up in front of just the type of non-descript motel where the other victims had been found, Hotch's heart sank. He pulled up to the curb, screeching to a halt. Normally, the spot was illegal, but Hotch didn't care. He was in the goddamned FBI and he had to save Spencer.

He ran into the lobby and saw the elevator door close with Spencer inside. He ran up to the desk and pulled his credentials.

"That man in the elevator, what room is his?"

The young attendant behind the desk gaped at Hotch.

"What man?" He asked.

Hotch glared at the attendant and described the unsub.

This kid didn't have a chance against Aaron Hotchner's death glare. "I…I think he's in 232. Do…Do you need a key?"

"Now." Aaron barked, trying not to remember the crime scene photos.

He grabbed the key and ran to the stairs, not trusting the elevator to be in time and sprinted for the room. The unsub could be killing Spencer at this very moment.

Aaron found the room and inserted the key. Pulling his gun he yelled, "FBI," and ran in.

The sight that greeted his eyes was a genuine nightmare. His lover was naked and laid out on the bed. The unsub was poised over him, knife above his head. Spencer was staring at the knife, his eyes wide, his mouth open in an O.

"Drop the knife, Clayberg!" Hotch ordered. Only years of discipline kept his eyes on the unsub and not the man he loved.

Clayberg's eyes were wide and slightly unfocused. "I can't. I have to appease the god. It's the only way."

"Drop it now, or I will shoot." Hotch said very deliberately. He would not allow anything to happen to Spencer.

"I have to get her back. I lost the money, and she left me. I have to win." He raised his hand higher, drawing back to strike.

The sharp retort of his glock sounded in the room. Bright spots of blood appeared on the unsub's hand as he issued a blood curdling scream and dropped the knife.

Spencer jumped to his feet as Hotch moved in and cuffed the man. Spencer dressed, but before he could leave, Hotch had him by the arm.

When the team arrived, Hotch handed over the unsub and dragged Spencer from the room and down to the SUV, his hands shaking from the adrenaline.

When they were alone in the car, Hotch spoke in a shaky voice. "I almost lost you, and I don't even know why."

"Your colleague, Morgan. He was right. I…I don't belong with you." Spencer held his chin high like he was determined to sacrifice everything for Hotch. That just made Aaron love him more. "You deserve someone real."

Hotch thought about what Spencer said. He needed to show Spencer that he was someone real and deserving of love. "You're right."

Spencer's mouth dropped, a tear shown in his eyes. "So I can leave now?"

"Hell no." Aaron answered, his lips turning up in a wry smile. "You said I deserve someone real. You are the realest person I know."

"I… didn't mean…I don't even know what that means." Hotch thought it was absolutely adorable the ways Spencer's brows drew together.

"It means… I love you. If there was any uncertainty before, seeing you run, seeing you in the car with the unsub, knowing you could die, made things very clear." Hotch spoke so gently, reaching to place his hand on Spencer's cheek.

Tears streamed down Spencer's face. "How can you love me?"

"I have never seen someone more amazing and more deserving of love." Hotch cupped Spencer's face and rubbed the tears away with his thumb. He spoke quietly from the heart. "You have given up everything to care for a mother who couldn't take care of you. Please…please let me love you."

Spencer gazed at Aaron. He seemed to come to a decision. "I…I love you too."

That was all that needed to be said.

Epilogue

Three Years Later

The team waited in the bullpen with baited breath and a cake. The elevator opened and out stepped Dr. Spencer Reid. Newest member of the BAU.

Aaron Hotchner led the round of applause for his lover and now co-worker and then handed the man his gun and credentials.

"Welcome to the BAU, Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Is all this necessary Aaron?" Spencer questioned with glowing cheeks.

"Yes, in three years you finished college, and attained 2 PhD and are about to defend your third. You finished Quantico with some of the highest scores on record and I love you. So deal with the party." Aaron's smile was wider than the Grand Canyon.

Morgan came up to Spencer first, "Welcome to the team Doctor Reid. Hotch was right about you all along."

The other members of his new team gathered around and welcomed him into their midst. His past was just that, past. Hotch had been as good as his word. His mother was well cared for, and so was Reid by Aaron Hotchner, the man he loved.

The End

A/N
I really enjoyed writing this story. Next up for me is a Derek Morgan Mpreg called Divine Intervention. At least, it will be next if it stops kicking me every time I work on it. :) Not sure what's after that yet. Maybe a sequel to Chosen Mate or All For Him, maybe a new 'verse with a BDSM Hotch/Reid story. Any preferences?