Implicated…A cinny-ster fic

Transfer of guilt. Please continue to review and enjoy the story.

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

Chapter 16

"Garcia I need you to get me as much information on Todd Uhl now. He is our unsub."

"Sugar are you alright, you sound breathless?"

Garcia rattled off Todd's address, place of employment, date of birth, and then she gasped. "Morgan that is Detective Uhl's son"

"I figured as much baby doll, thanks." Morgan called Hotch but got voice mail. He dialed Rossi's number telling him what is going on. As he hung up Emily called. "Garcia told us what is going on. JJ was released from the hospital. She demanded to leave and they decided it would be best if they let her go. Where are you?"

"Speeding down the highway, 10 minutes to Uhl's house."

"Morgan, wait for us. We're on our way."

"Call me when you get close we will meet two blocks from his house." Morgan disconnected the phone.

Hotch stood in front of the judge and he talked about releasing Reid. Bail was set at a quarter of a million dollars. Hotch was pissed but he knew that the judge was setting an example with Reid as to not be called out on his choices.

Hotch placed bail using his house as collateral. He knew it was not a bad investment.

Two hours later Reid was brought out to him. He looked terrified. As soon as they were in the SUV Reid finally took a full breath.

"Everything is going to be ok." Hotch did his best to comfort the young man sitting next to him.

Reid swallowed, "It's never going to be back to normal."

Hotch turned his upper body towards Reid. Spencer had been sitting rigid in the front seat, but now he sunk deep into the leather, leaning his head towards the window with his fingers in his mouth. Through the years Hotch had watched him grow emotionally, mentally and physically. He had been barely legal drinking age when he meet him, but he look like a 16 year old boy. When they had arrested him for murder he appeared so much older, the stress showing on his face. But now, now he looked like that kid again.

"Reid, look at me." He complied, rolling his head towards Hotch keeping his chin to his chest, lifting his eyes up so that he could look at Hotch's face. "This job changes us. Every case takes a little bit from each of us. But it also gives something back. For you it's always been knowledge. This is just another case, Spencer, just another chance for you to learn from it. This will make you better at your job. Don't give up now."

"Do I even have a job?" Spencer said weakly.

"Reid did you rape that girl?"

Spencer looked at his unit chief in disbelief, but before he could respond Hotch said sternly, "No, you didn't! Damn it Spencer, you are not guilty, so stop acting like you are!" Suddenly Hotch was a little harsh. And it stung Reid but he sat up in the seat and took the fingers away from his mouth.

Hotch knew he pushed the right button and watched as the changes washed over Reid. He was clenching his jaw and sitting straight. Hotch knew his mind was racing with possibilities and statistics; he was the profiler again, not the victim. Hotch turned on his phone he saw he missed a bunch of calls from Morgan. He returned the phone call. We're on our way; he said when he heard the news.