Author's Note: I am so sorry it took so long to update this story. My insomnia broke and I've been
suffering from some serious back pain in it's place, so please be patient with me. I've been plotting the
story laying on a heating pad and then propping myself up for an hour or two a night to write. I'll try
not to let the story go for more than two weeks without being updated. That's honestly the best I can do
for now. Sorry!
P.S. I apologies for the name of the hotel in advance. I was looking up hotels with funny names and I
just couldn't help myself...
The Abby of Thelema Ch 4
Reid ran.
The second Morgan was out of site he wrenched the car door open and ran.
A few blocks away there was a small embankment and he stumbled down the slight incline heading
toward a tall overpass.
It was dark, completely devoid of street lights, and his heart doubled it's pace at the thought of being
consumed by the darkness.
But there were massive rain clouds moving in, and he needed some shelter from the impending storm.
Reid leaned heavily on one of the pillars, his breath ragged, but he smiled none the less. He reached
inside his bag and pulled out two bottles of dilaudid. He'd pilfered them from Hotch's bag just before
they'd parted ways.
Stuffing them back in his bag, Reid took off running again, periodically stopping to check his smart
phone for hotels in the area.
He didn't notice the sleek black car following him.
Hotch rolled in his sleep when his phone began beeping.
"Hotchner..."
"Hotch! I lost him!"
"What, Morgan?"
"I went in to a restaurant to get some food, he hadn't eaten in three days and I don't have any food at
my place...," Morgan, panicking, rambled in to the phone.
"Derek slow down, what happened?"
"I swear to you Hotch, I was gone for about two minutes." Morgan rubbed his fingers in to his eyes.
"When I came back the passenger side door was open and Reid was gone."
"Alright, he's missing," Aaron hesitated, "and looking for drugs."
Hotch climbed out of bed walking down the stairs to where he'd dropped his bag near the door. Quickly
he opened it and scrounged around. Soon he began rummaging with both hands, and finally he dumped
the bag on his kitchen counter.
The dilaudid was gone, as was the last needle and syringe Reid had used. "Damn it," Hotch muttered.
"What," Derek asked impatiently.
"When I took the dilaudid I put it in my bag...and it's gone."
Derek looked at the sky, hating himself for leaving Reid alone. He was one of the smartest people on
the planet, but he'd never been exposed first hand to many of life's darker temptations.
The drug had taken hold fast, and it's voice was quickly drowning out all others.
"Alright...he's on foot. He couldn't have gotten far. I'll ride around and look for him."
"I'll have Garcia put a trace on his work and personal cells. Derek don't tell anyone else about this. We
need to keep this as contained as possible and the less people who know the better."
"You don't have to tell me twice."
Derek shut his phone, and had he not needed it he would have thrown it as far as he could. As it was, he
was only able to punch the side of his car and he was to angry to notice the large dent it made.
Reid ran until he found an ATM, and calmly he withdrew one thousand dollars, enough for at least a
few days in a comfortable but minimal hotel.
He turned off both his work and personal phones and continued on for another couple blocks. When he
reached the brightly lit Waxs Sommass Motel his head cocked to the side. There was a joke in the name
that he just couldn't see.
Reid walked quietly in to the little lobby with the firm belief that with Hotch and Gideon's connections
it wouldn't be more than a week before they found a suitable rehab facility for him.
The girl behind the desk flirted shamelessly and her name tag read, Mandy Sommass. Reid smiled
pleasantly as he took the room key.
Hanging the Do Not Disturb sign was first on his list. Then he sat his phones down on the night stand
and looked down at his watch. Two thirty AM.
"I'll call them at eight. That should give me enough time," he mumbled to himself.
Reid took off his satchel shoes and socks. He looked around the small room and finding a radio clock
he set it to turn on at eight AM to a classical station.
His hands hesitated when they touched his belt, but the nerves passed quickly as a sudden wave of
nausea came over him. He covered his mouth willing his stomach in to submission, then slowly
removed his belt.
He drew the poison in slowly and, finding a very willing vein, Reid mixed his blood and pressed it in.
Removing the needle and belt was a sudden afterthought, but he was glad for the extra few moments of
clarity.
'.4 should be okay...," he thought as he sank back into the pillows.
Georges Bizet floated in and out of his ears. 'Did I turn the radio on,' he thought before lazily drifting
off.
"Spencer Reid", a young genius shook the hand of another.
Spencer stared in to sharp blue eyes. "Ethan Bishop," the young wild haired boy said, shaking
Spencer's hand too hard.
"Do you like chess, my favorite piece is the bishop, not just 'caus thats my name, I think it's cool, X
marks the spot ya know," the boy let out a loud giggle, "what's your favorite piece..."
Ethan fired off question after question, eventually walking off causing Spencer to follow him.
"Do you wanna go to the park? All kinds of people play chess there!"
The blue eyed boy grabbed Spencer's hand and took off running.
Reid stired in his sleep. There was a prickling sensation on his inner thigh and his hand moved on it's
own, feeling absently for the cause.
"Cheers!"
Spencer and Ethan clinked glasses in their living room.
"Tomorrow's our first day of training. I wander what it'll be like walking in to Quantico," Ethan
smiled.
"I don't know I just hope I don't trip," Spencer replied with an excited laugh.
The large bottle of wine Ethan purchased the day before was almost gone, and Spencer swayed slightly
even sitting on the floor.
He took another sip and grinned at Ethan over his glass. "We should go to bed soon, I don't want to be
hung over on our first day."
Ethan winked at him, "Oh, come on Spence, this is a celebration. We'll probably be to busy to do this
for the next couple of...years! Enjoy and drink up."
Spencer leaned his head heavy on the side of the couch. "I'm going to bed Ethan...while I can still get
up off the floor.
Spencer sat his glass on the near by table and began climbing the couch in an attempt to stand, but
Ethan lurched forward and caught his hips.
It took little pressure for Spencer to go flying backward, but Ethan caught him.
He immediately set to tickling the brown eyed genius and Spencer kicked out with both legs in a fit of
laughter.
"Uncle! I give! I give," he yelled, and eventually Ethan slowed his attack, but he didn't let him go.
"You know...I was kinda hoping to finish the bottle so we could play that kissing game," he said quietly
with Spencer sprawled in his arms.
The thinner man looked up at him with wide glazed eyes, and they stared at each other.
"You mean spin the bottle..." Spencer asked quietly.
They'd later argue about who kissed who first.
There was a sharp pang at his neck and Reid flinched breathlessly.
The kiss was slow and deep, Ethan taking his time, winding his hands in Spencer's hair.
"Mmm, wai...wait, stop...Ethan," Spencer's hand pressed at Ethan's heart.
He looked into sultry blue eyes, "What is it Spence? If it's to fast..."
"No it's, I just...I've never, you know..." Spencer looked away.
"You've never...with anyone?"
"Well most girls don't even look at me...and I've never even thought, I mean guys...," his explanation
was going in circles. "It's just no one's ever looked twice at me. I mean I'm skinny, I'm not physically
attractive really, and I'm pretty much socially retard..."
Ethan caught the end of the word with his lips, pulling Spencer down on to the floor and rolling
between his legs to rest on top of him.
When Ethan allowed him to breath again he smiled, "I looked."
Reid could feel sweat dripping down his chest.
'Ethan's hands are so soft', Spencer thought as they slid underneath his shirt. The cotton tee slid free of
his shoulders and Ethan's bed was like velvet to his skin.
Ethan kissed him again and again, a distraction broken only when his hands lifted Spencer's hips to
pull his pants free.
The wine was making everything hazy. Spencer couldn't remember Ethan removing his own clothes, yet
there he was naked, kneeling over him, staring him down with those bed room eyes.
"Etha..."
"Shhh," The thicker man shushed him with another kiss, reaching down between Spencer's legs to
caress his inner thigh. "This is gonna hurt a little at first Spence, but just relax."
Spencer nodded quickly, swallowing back his nerves.
"Here," Ethan whispered, taking hold of Spencer's manhood. The resulting gasp broke into a deep
moan as he began stroking him slowly.
Spencer bit his lip and shut his eyes taking hold of his pillow and turning his head in embarrassment.
The rising sent of musk was suddenly masked by a strong spicy smell and Spencer's mind didn't have
time to process the change as his nipple was nipped.
Ethan continued slowly stroking him as his other hand found the tight ring of muscle guarding the
ecstasy waiting inside him.
By the time he'd managed three fingers Spencer was a sweaty mess.
Ethan slicked himself quickly, and bent to kiss him again.
"Spence...Spencer look at me," he whispered. Spencer complied, his hands taking hold of Ethan's
shoulders.
"It's gonna hurt a little okay." Spencer nodded.
Ethan kissed him gently and then bit him hard on the neck while sliding completely in to his still tight
body.
The thinner man choked out a cry and Ethan quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
Ethan shifted, spreading Spencer's thighs with his body and thrusting slowly.
Spencer pushed at his shoulders, but Ethan had at least thirty pounds on him.
There was a moment of panic and Ethan pinned his wrists to the bed at the sides of his head.
"Etha...," Spencer's shout flew out of his mind when Ethan struck his prostate.
"Jesus!" Spencer arched up in to the larger man.
Ethan ravaged his young friend, his thrusts hard and slow, each one an exclamation point.
Eventually he released Spencer's hands wrapping his arms around him, using every inch of himself to
wring an audible affirmation of the moment. A moment Ethan had dreamed of for most of his young
life.
"Oh...oh my Go...," Spencer couldn't breath. There was a pressure building in his groin and he clawed
at Ethan's back, thighs tightening around him. Ethan smiled into his neck sucking and kissing the large
bite.
"Eth...Etha...," Spencer's cries were smothered by Ethan's loud moan in to his mouth.
They writhed together, riding out the waves.
Spencer's chest heaved and Ethan panted still wrapped in his arms.
"Oh my god...tha...wha...," Spencer couldn't form a coherent thought, and he certainly wasn't prepared
for for the quiet sobs coming from his neck.
"Ethan? Ethan what's wrong?"
Spencer ran his fingers through Ethan's hair, whispering the question quietly.
"Spencer...," Ethan whispered. "I love you."
Derek stood in the doorway of Reid's room.
"Oh my God."