Sorry I have been MIA. Got caught up in moving and school and ugh. It's just bad. However, this weekend I plan to have many wonderful and beautiful updates posted on many of my stories. Fingers crossed that my plans are achieved!

Now onto the chapter!

Hotch turned his head and examined his now bulbous nose. The plaster and bandages protected it, but also increased its size and made the rest of his face look smaller. He sighed and cut off the web cam on his computer and went back to the folders.

However, no matter how much he tried, he only saw the words. All comprehension evaded him at his attempts to read. His mind was else where. His heart fluttered a few times as he tried to get his thoughts on work. There was something more important to worry over. Something that was stuck in and had his life in the balance.

A knock on the door broke through his divided thoughts. He looked up, granting entrance. Reid walked in with a small smile and a few folders tucked under his arm. "Hey, how's your nose?" He asked gently as he moved to the desk.

"As good as it can be," Hotch informed with a sigh. He looked up at his lover and smiled. "How's your morning been?"

Reid shrugged and placed the folders down. "Same old, I guess." He smiled widely. "People keep asking what happened to your nose."

"You haven't been gossiping have you?"

"Of course not!" Reid said laughing. "No one knows what happened unless Morgan's been telling people." Reid bit his lip. "Um, do you think we could have another date night this Friday? If I can hold Morgan back?"

Hotch laughed and looked up at the younger man in adoration. "That would be wonderful, Reid. But do keep Morgan at bay, I don't think my nose can handle another shot yet."

Reid laughed and nodded. He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. He turned to see JJ making her way in. She carried folders with her and stopped when she saw them. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have a tricky case."

"Okay, our case takes place in a little town called Fleeton. They've had five murders in the past few weeks. Garcia and I found the connection being they are all based on this blog," JJ explained as she flipped the screen on to the website. "The writer of this site has posted various murder mysteries and someone in Fleeton has started reenacting them."

"How far has it gone?" Morgan asked looking up at the screen. "How accurately are the murders following the stories?"

"The stories could be crime reports if they hadn't been written months in advance." JJ flipped to the first crime report. "The writer has written six stories and is working on his seventh."

"Oh! Hal's stories," Reid said looking up from his folder and pushing it aside. "I've read his blog. Very interesting." His brows furrowed. "You don't think it could the writer going crazy do you? Snapped and started acting out the crimes he's created?"

"I don't know." JJ flipped the screen to the crime photos and looked back at Reid. "I have Garcia tracking down the blogs creation site. Right now though, we can't do much else."

"What do you mean?" Hotch asked, concerned.

"Well, we haven't officially been invited yet," JJ said begrudgingly. "The sheriff's daughter is the one who brought the case to us, not the office themselves. According to her, her father and the rest of the station refuses to admit anything really serious is wrong."

Silence followed. Hotch leaned forward on the table and sighed heavily. "Have all the murders occurred in the same town?"

"So far, yes," JJ stated.

Hotch stared contemplatively at the screen. He turned towards Reid and whispered in his ear. The young man nodded and stood, hurrying out of the conference room. Hotch sighed and read through the files shaking his head.

"I can't believe they won't call it in," Morgan said, frustrated. He voiced everyone's thoughts. However, everyone else looked through the files, trying to find a loophole.

The phone in the center table rang and JJ pressed the speaker. "Hey, I found the blog's creator. Heracles Adamodis-Lyaguschav. He lives in Arlington, I have the address here."

"Thank you, Garcia, but we'll have to wait." Hotch sighed. "I've sent Reid to find out if any similar murders have occurred in other areas. They haven't invited us, so we have to think of something."

"Alright, you know how to reach me," Garcia said before clicking off.

Hotch sighed and looked up at his team. They looked back at him and waited. He sighed and looked at JJ. "I'm sorry, but I think we should get back to work-."

Reid burst in panting. He bent over, catching his hands over his knees, gasping. "W-We got-." He swallowed and bent his head down in attempts to catch his breath. "Got-."

"What do we got? Mono?" Morgan asked looking at Reid shocked.

"No, case-." Reid gasped and clutched his chest. He swallowed and finally stood straight. His face rosy, he took one last breath and continued, "Couldn't- I couldn't get anything on the records. However, I passed by JJ's office and the phone rang. We got invited. Someone must have been able to convince the sheriff." Reid gasped a final time and pushed his long locks from his face. "We got the case."

JJ smiled. "Alright," she stated, collecting the files. "I'll get these copied for the drive."

Hotch stared at Reid, his expression deepened. Reid glanced at him and looked away. The color deepened on his cheeks. However, their boss said nothing except, "Meet near the SUVs in an hour."

Reid dug through his go-bag. He grumbled a short list to remember when they landed. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he zipped his bag.

"Reid, you lied." The young agent jumped and whipped around. Hotch stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I did not-."

"Don't try it, Spencer," Hotch snapped firmly. "I know when you're lying. And you lied about the phone call."

"Well, technically-," Reid sighed when Hotch glared at him. He looked down defeated. "There was a phone call, but I made it."

"I don't believe this!" Hotch turned away and rubbed his temples. "You know protocol dictates-."

"I know, I memorized the entire manual. Hotch, five murders in that short a time… it's obvious we're needed. It's only idiocy and ego that's keeping us from being invited. So I called the station and told them that the FBI was interested in a sudden spring of cases and, well, we technically were invited-."

"Spencer," sighing, Hotch turned slowly and looked at his worried, nervous lover. He stepped closer and cupped his face. "You could get in big trouble for this."

"You don't hate me, do you?" Reid asked quietly, looking up at Hotch with pleading eyes.

"Of course I don't hate you, Spencer." Aaron kissed Reid's forehead and pulled away. He took Reid's hands in his and squeezed them. "I'm worried. If this gets out, you could lose your job."

"I know, but someone had to do something." Reid inhaled deeply and looked at Hotch. "I regret nothing," he stated defiantly. His fierce look drifted to one of shyness. "Are you angry?"

"I'm furious, but only because I'm worried." Hotch smiled and released Reid's hands before moving towards his locker. "We'll discuss this later."

"Okay," Reid said quietly. He bit his lip and watched Hotch twirl the dial to his lock. A faint flush dusted his cheeks as he recalled other things those fingers were good at. Shaking himself, he called, "A-Aaron? Um, there's something I wanted to talk to you about… could we when we get back?"

Hotch's brows knitted together as he turned to see his lover. All defiance and determination had left and he looked terrified. "Sure, Spencer. What about?" He asked gently.

"We can talk about that later."

"Oh… okay."

Chapter 2- End

TBC

Oh noes!

Next chapter we meet the mysterious writer and enter the crime.