A/N: I will put this on each of my stories in an author's note as I have no way to contact this person. On another story of mine, somebody left a review which wasn't a review, but an attack on another author who no longer writes for the site. I have taken steps to stop this. If you have a problem with somebody, handle it privately. I will not tolerate my review pages to be used for attacking others. I hope this brings an end to this. Sorry this chapter is a bit short.
Chapter 16
"Derek, you can't be serious," JJ replied, stunned that Morgan would even suggest such a thing. "I mean, you're suggesting we use someone who took part in assaulting Hotch to catch the Rohypnol rapist."
"Everybody take it easy," Rossi said, ever the voice of calm. "It might not even come to that."
"Might not come to what?" asked Emily Prentiss as she and Detective Moeller joined them. JJ filled them in on Morgan's suggestion and what they had learned from Wheaton. Prentiss gaped at Morgan with an open mouth, speechless. "Are you for real?" she managed.
"Boys and girls, let's not worry about something that may not be necessary," Rossi stated with a sigh. "But we have an even bigger problem."
"And that would be?" asked Reid.
"How do we tell Hotch?" Rossi added.
"Exactly. This is gonna kill 'im, Rossi," Morgan concurred. He glanced at the man in the interrogation room, then back to the others. He focused on the older profiler. "Y'know, come to think of it, when we searched Wheaton's place, there was only an unmade bed in Alana's room. I have to wonder how our UnSub got control over a sixteen-year-old and a ten-year-old all by himself. There were no signs of a struggle, Rossi. Can we even be sure there was a kidnapping?"
"I don't think somebody would lie about a missing child," JJ stated feeling her motherly instincts coming to the surface.
"Besides," Rossi added. "We can't afford not to take a report of a missing child seriously."
"He could have overpowered the babysitter with a weapon," suggested Moeller. "Or maybe the child to get the babysitter to comply."
Rossi shrugged. "Possibly. Or he could've drugged both of 'em. No matter how it was done, it was done quietly without drawing any attention from anybody." He faced the blond. "JJ, did you get a chance to speak with Cynthia Hagan's brother and sister about Wheaton?"
"They both had good things to say about Wheaton. He and their sister were very happy together with no signs of any trouble between them. They were curious when I asked about their financial situation. I told them Darryl was applying for a new job and we were doing a thorough background search on him. Money appeared to be tight as Wheaton was looking for work, and was forced to accept a series of odd jobs to make ends meet. His wife worked as a teacher until her doctor recommended she stop working because of problems with her pregnancy. There were no reports of spousal abuse, marital discord, nothing. The only problem was after Cynthia died during childbirth. According to the sister, Darryl withdrew from everybody and didn't bring Alana to visit as often. But there were no reports of child abuse. Says she hasn't seen her niece in about a month, but she chalked that up to Darryl looking for work. Other than that, he seems like the All-American good father."
"Well, that matches what Todd Westlake told us earlier," Prentiss explained. "He picked out Wheaton's photo and said he gave him a vial, and told him to pour it into Hotch's drink. He said Wheaton told him it was supposed to be a joke."
Morgan huffed. "And he didn't find anything wrong with that?"
"Westlake, isn't the brightest bulb in the package," Moeller added. "He told us he thought it was one guy pulling a prank on a friend. He's cooling his heels in a jail cell for now as an accessory."
"What's our next step?" asked Reid.
Rossi stroked his goatee. "JJ, I need you to keep Wheaton's arrest out of the news. If our UnSub finds out he's in custody, he just might kill that little girl and disappear."
"I'm on it," JJ said as she turned and hurried away.
"Reid, I want you and Prentiss to go over the profile we came up with in Milwaukee. We need to start from the beginning. See if there's something we either missed in the original, or needs to be added to it."
"You got it," Prentiss grabbed Reid's arm. "C'mon, genius."
"Derek, you, Detective Moeller, and I are gonna pay a visit to the Columbus hotel, room 631."
"C'mon, Rossi," Morgan sighed. "You don't really expect our UnSub to be waiting there for us to come and arrest 'im?"
"Not unless he's an idiot," Rossi told him. "But we need to check it out nonetheless. He might have gotten careless and left us a clue as to where he's holding Alana. And the sooner we find him, the sooner we'll also have the Rohypnol rapist."
The doctor walked alone toward Aaron Hotchner's room, only to be stopped by a hand on his chest by one of the two agents standing guard.
"Can we help you, doctor…Sinclair?" one of the agents asked, glancing at the name tag on the white coat. They had been given a list on names of those permitted in the agent's room.
"Yes, I'm here to examine Agent Hotchner," Sinclair explained.
"Doctor Correa is Agent Hotchner's doctor."
Sinclair folded his arms across his chest. "During the day, yes. But if you check, you will see I have been assigned to care for the patient after Doctor Correa leaves for the day."
The other agent picked up the clipboard from a nearby counter. He scanned the list of authorized personnel and spotted the name of Doctor Andrew Sinclair, and that he was to relieve Doctor Correa in the evening.
"Sorry, doc," one of them apologized. "We're just being careful."
Sinclair smiled. "No problem. I understand completely." He opened the door to the room and found himself facing two more agents. The agents glanced at the others.
"He's all right. His name's on the list to have access to Agent Hotchner." The agents inside nodded a silent understanding.
Sinclair smiled at the other two agents. "Could you gentlemen wait outside for a few minutes, please? The patient has a few rather personal injuries which I'm sure if he were conscious, he would rather not have you see."
"We understand, doc," one of the inside agents replied as he and his partner started out the door. "Just let us know when you're done." He closed the door behind him.
Now alone, Sinclair stared at the unconscious agent in the bed and smirked. "Alone at last, Agent Hotchner," he said sweetly. He ran a hand through the man's hair, mindful of the laceration. "So, so desirable, Aaron." He chuckled watching the man's chest rise and fall. "The things I could do to you if I had the time. But soon, Aaron. Very, very soon, I will have you again, and you will scream my name as I pound into you." He glanced over his shoulder to make sure nobody was coming through the door. Satisfied, he slid a hand under the blanket and proceeded to grope Hotch. "I know you like that, Aaron. You enjoyed it so much when I fucked and fondled you at the same time. He leaned over and ran his tongue up Hotch's cheek. "Ummm. Tasty. Just Like I remember." He straightened and removed his hand from under the covers. "I'll be back, Aaron, and we'll spend a bit more quality time together. I promise." He smirked.
The door suddenly opened and one of the agents peered into the room. "Everything okay in here, doc?" he asked.
Sinclair looked at the agent and smiled innocently. "Everything's fine." He glanced back at Hotch. "I guarantee Agent Hotchner will be well taken care of, agents."