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Chapter 22: Just the Beginning
Hotch felt bad. All those times I sent them to work together, is this what Gideon did him? Whenever they were alone? He knew now that he should've listened to Morgan's advice and not put them two together but he just didn't understand why. He had thought they worked well with each other. Turns out he was wrong. He never felt as bad as he did now as he pulled in front of his house. He knew something needed to be done about Gideon he just wasn't sure what.
{~CM~}
Derek helped Spencer into the apartment and they sat on the couch with Clooney sitting on the floor. The two lovers just sat in silence for a while.
"What's going to happen now?" Spencer asked suddenly.
Derek shrugged, "I don't know."
"Thank you. For not telling Hotch." Derek nodded, "I'm a man of my word, pretty boy. I don't break promises."
Derek stood, went to grab a glass of water and retrieved Spencer's pills and handed both to him. Spencer whined.
"Baby, you need to take them, doctor's orders."
Spencer sighed and downed the meds. Derek grinned and took the glass from him and helped him off the couch, "Come on, let's go to bed."
Spencer nodded and followed Derek to his room. Derek sat Spencer on the bed and then rummaged through his boyfriend's go bag for some pajamas. He found some flannel like pajamas and went to go help Spencer into them. He stood in front of Spencer and reached out to help him remove his shirt when Spencer flinched and backed up.
"Easy, Spence, I'm not going to hurt you," Derek said speaking gently.
Spencer shook and backed up until his back hit the headboard, "Don't, please. Don't hurt me."
"Spencer, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise," Derek soothed.
Spencer just whined. Derek nodded. He figured it was time to back off.
"Okay, here, I'm going to place the pajamas on the bed. I'm going to leave the room for a few minutes okay?"
Derek placed Spencer's pajamas on the bed and did exactly what he said. He left the room. Before he had left he had grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and went to change in the bathroom. After several minutes Derek returned to the bedroom to find Spencer standing in front of the bed shirtless. From where he was standing Derek could see the marks on Spencer's back. He growled low in his throat.
"Sonovabitch."
Spencer jumped and turned around, "Oh, you scared me."
"Sorry, Spencer. I didn't mean to."
Spencer gave a small smile as he put his shirt on, "It's alright. Sorry I freaked out earlier."
Derek shook his head, stepping into the room, "It's alright, Spence. It's not your fault. This is just going to take time."
Spencer sighed as he climbed into the bed, "I know."
Derek climbed into the bed next to Spencer and turned to face him. He gently ran his fingers through Spencer's hair, "I wish there was more I can do for you, pretty boy."
"Just hold me?" Spencer asked in a tiny voice.
Derek nodded and wrapped his arms around his broken lover, "You never have to ask me for that."
{~CM~}
Gideon cursed. This wasn't supposed to have happened. He wasn't supposed to have gotten caught. Now someone was going to pay. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Garcia's number.
"You better have a good reason for waking me up," Garcia yawned.
"Garcia?"
"Sir? I'm sorry; I thought you were someone else. Is something wrong do we have a case?"
"Garcia, shut up. I need you to do something for me."
"O-of course, sir. What do you need?"
"I need a list. Of all the men who beat or have beaten their wives."
Garcia frowned, "Um, why do you need that sir?"
"Don't ask questions, just do it!"
"Yes, sir. I'll call you back."
{~CM~}
Derek held Spencer and stroked him trying to get him to calm down from the nightmare he just had. Spencer clung to Derek as if his life depended on it.
"Shh, baby," Derek soothed. "You're alright. You're safe."
Spencer looked up at Derek with tears in his eyes and pulled Derek's head down for a kiss. Derek kissed back gently just to let Spencer know he was safe. He had a feeling he was going to be doing this a lot lately as he figured this nightmare was just one of many to plague his young lover.
{~CM~}
Garcia had called back a few minutes later giving Gideon a list of names. She wasn't sure why he wanted that list and when she had asked again he hung up on her. He grabbed his gun and left his apartment.
{~CM~}
The next morning Derek was awoken by his cell ringing. He groaned as he gently untangled himself from Spencer and grabbed it.
"Hello?"
"You and Spencer meet me in Prince William Forest Park in 20 minutes," Hotch said before hanging up.
Derek groaned and hung up the phone, "Spence, come on, we gotta go. We got a case."
Spencer whined and tried snuggling closer to Derek. Derek chuckled and shook him again.
"Spence, come on Hotch wants us to meet him at the crime scene in twenty minutes."
Spencer woke up and the two quickly got ready and met Hotch in the park.
"What do we have?" Morgan asked.
Hotch shrugged, "I'm not sure. Prentiss and JJ are at the other crime scene."
"Other crime scene?" Reid asked.
Hotch nodded, "Yeah. Apparently I got a call this morning about a man in his late twenties who had be found dead behind a dumpster downtown. On my way over there, I get a call about this guy.
Reid walked over to the dead body while putting on gloves, "This unsub wanted it quick and fast. One bullet to the heart."
Hotch sighed, "Let's meet up with the others at Quantico."
Morgan and Reid nodded. They climbed into Morgan's SUV and followed Hotch to the office. Once they entered the office everyone entered the conference room.
"So we have two males, on completely opposite ends of town dead," Morgan said.
JJ nodded, "I did some digging, "The guy in the park his name is Byron Summers. He was a bank teller, married for three years with no kids."
Garcia frowned as JJ continued.
"Man by the dumpster is Troy Williams. He worked as a Janitor in a public high school. He also was married; he and his wife were married for almost six years and also no kids."
"Wait, did you say Byron Summers and Troy Williams?" Garcia asked.
JJ nodded. Hotch looked at her, "What is it Garcia?"
"Okay, last night Gideon called me and asked me to make a list for him of all the guys that beat on their wives. Those two names are on that list."
"Garcia, do you still have that list?"
Garcia nodded and scurried to her office to grab the list. Just as she returned the phone rang. Hotch answered it putting it on speaker.
"Yeah."
"Let's get one thing straight. He's mine. Spencer belongs to me. So give him to me and no one else has to die."
Reid's eyes went up in shock. The other members looked at Reid and then back at the phone.
"Jason, are you saying you killed Byron Summers and Troy Williams?"
"I'm saying that if you give me what's mine, no one else has to die."
"Jason, why don't you come into the station and let's talk about this. It doesn't have to be like this."
"You took him from me Morgan! So yes, it does. I want him back, and I want him back now!"
"Jason, come on you're not thinking rationally. It doesn't have to end like this. Come into the station and we'll talk."
"Oh Aaron, this isn't the end. It's just the beginning."
TBC...