Implicated…A cinny-ster fic
I want my lawyer. Hotch to the rescue.
As always I do not own any part of CBS, ABC, Criminal Minds or the characters of the show. All original characters are of my own imagination and any resemblance to living or deceased persons is purely coincidental. For entertainment purposes only.
And a huge thank you to a special person who fed this monster and inspired this story. Thank you for letting me have the initial idea and run with in my own cinny-ster way!
And big time thanks to all of you, (you know who you are) who help me daily with reading and suggesting helpful ways to improve the stories I attempt to write. With out the reader and the reviews I would never do this, so Thank You from the bottom of my heart!
Cinny
I Want My Lawyer
Chapter 3
Hotch almost ran into the police station, as soon as he got there he began barking at everyone and anyone within earshot. "Where the hell is my Agent? Someone better tell me what is going on fast!" He hissed.
Morgan stood behind him with an intense glare on his face. His hands were on his hips dangerously close to his gun. "Who is in charge?" Hotch said in a low rumble.
Detective Charles Uhl stepped to the desk. "Agent, please keep your voice down and remain calm."
"The hell I will. You arrest a federal agent and you want me to remain calm? The charge is ridiculous."
"Agent, um what is your name?"
"Hotchner, SSA Aaron Hotchner, and you already knew that!" Hotch's voice was a slight decibel louder than he usually spoke and the Detective was rattling his cage, trying to throw him off.
"Agent Hotchner please follow me."
He didn't wait for Hotch to say yes or no, he walked down the hall to an interrogation room. Hotch and Morgan followed him.
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As soon as they were in the room, they could see Reid sitting on the other side of the mirror. He was hand cuffed to a table and he looked rather beat up. He slumped into the chair.
"Please call Aaron Hotchner for me, please!" He repeated it again. He had been saying it every three minutes or so, staring into the two way mirror on the wall in front of him.
"You can't hold him. I want to talk to him now!" Hotch barked at Uhl.
"The hell I can't. He is covered in blood. We witnessed him trying to restrain her, and the scratches. I would bet my retirement on the fact that we will be finding his DNA under her nails. The rape kit will be the final nail in the coffin."
"You Son of a Bitch! He hunts people who do this type of thing. He would never hurt a fly. There is no damn way he could have done it!" Morgan yelled at him, pointing his finger in the Detectives face.
"Well it is up to the evidence at this moment, Agent."
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Reid was getting scared that they wouldn't call Hotch for him so he decided to change his tactics. This way they needed to allow him his phone call. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. "I want my lawyer!" He repeated it four times.
Hotch could see the look of defeat cross the detective's face.
"Well Agent Hotchner since your Agent in there decided to lawyer up, no one talks to him besides his Attorney."
Hotch smiled, one that could be described as mischievous. "And that would be me." He pulled his bar card from his wallet.
The detective looked at it and sighed. "This is fucking ridiculous! But until he asks for you personally, that won't be happening."
And as if on cue Reid shouted "I want to talk to my lawyer Aaron Hotchner!"
Hotch smiled, "Smart kid."
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Reid sat in the room his eyes locked on the mirror, but when the door opened and Hotch and the detective entered all he could say was, "Oh thank God, you're here!" Reid breathed a sigh of relief.
"I want to have a word with my client alone detective and you can remove the cuffs please. Oh and I do want complete privacy, Agent Morgan will make sure that happens."
"He is on the other side." Detective Uhl pointed at the mirror with his thumb.
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The moment they were alone Hotch asked Reid what happened. He filled him in on all that he knew. "My wallet is gone. I don't know what happened to it."
Hotch was unable to fathom where his wallet could be.
"The coffee shop! I must have left it there."
"Reid they can't hold you. I am going to get you released into my custody."
"But they are going to charge me?" Reid's voice was shaky and high pitched.
Hotch knew Reid was scared and he put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry Reid we will get this straightened out."
Reid couldn't hold the tears back and he wept unashamed in front of his boss. Morgan, who was alone, watched from the other side. He punched the wall when he saw Reid break down. This was too familiar to him, seeing his friend like this. It brought back memories of when he was accused, and on the other side of this observation window.
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The door opened and Detective Uhl stepped in, "Your lucky day, the rape kit did not detect any traces of semen. But do not go anywhere Agent, wearing a condom does not make you innocent."
Reid jumped up and screamed at the detective, "I didn't touch that girl! And I've never wore a condom in my entire life, never had to either!"
"You're trying to tell me you never did? Come on even if you refused to use them, surely you're not a virgin."
"That is not your business! But I assure you I have never used condoms, since I am allergic to latex."
"Reid that is enough. Let's go. Release his belongings." Hotch was advising him as a lawyer to not reveal all of their case. It was amazing how quickly Hotch could switch mental gears like this, becoming his lawyer persona in an instant. Both the lawyer and the Federal Agent were fierce and it wasn't that much of a leap to switch from one to the other. Besides this was his co-worker, a friend, hell he was family to Hotch and he would defend him to the bitter end.