For the Love of a Son

By RascalFlattsS

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

Summary: An unsub wants William Reid to steal important information from his company. When he refuses, the unsub goes after Reid for leverage. Reid Whumpage! Hotch/Reid father/son. NOT SLASH.

My first Criminal Minds story. Hopefully you guys like it.

Las Vegas, Nevada

William Reid fell to the ground. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want," said the man. "You have access to the information I need. You're going to get it for me."

"The hell I am!" shouted William.

"I think you will," said the man.

"Or what?" snarled William. "You'll kill me?"

"Oh no," said the man. "That won't be necessary. We'll just have to find another way to convince you to get those files." He smiled. "How's your son?"

William paled. "You stay away from him! He has nothing to do with this!"

"You brought him into this," said the man. "One last chance. Will you help me?"

"I can't," said William.

"Fine," said the man. "Have it your way." He closed the door.

"Wait! What are you going to do?" asked William. "What are you going to do?"

"What do you want to do, Boss?" he asked.

The Boss turned and smiled. "I think it's time we figure out where Dr. Spencer Reid and the rest of the BAU is working."

Bullhead City, Arizona

Agent Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner rubbed his hand over his face. He walked out of the office building towards the car with Dr. Spencer Reid on his tail. He walked over to their black SUV. He walked over to the driver's side. He slammed his hand down on the roof, startling Reid.

"Damn it!" cursed Hotch. "Another dead end!" He looked over the roof, "A whole day wasted!"

Reid nodded, "It will be okay, Hotch."

Hotch shook his head, "No, no it won't! Those girls only have a few days left, if the unsub sticks to his pattern. And we just wasted a whole day driving three hundred miles!"

"Actually, we only drove 254 miles," interpreted Reid.

Hotch shot him a glare across the car, "Not helping!" he snapped. Reid sighed and lowered his head. Hotch sighed inwardly, mentally cursing himself for his stupidity. He shouldn't have snapped at Reid.

"Reid, I'm sorry," said Hotch softly, "I shouldn't have snapped at you. You've been a huge help today."

Reid smiled, "Thanks."

"What do you said we head back to Phoenix?" said Hotch. He opened the driver's door and got in the car. Reid followed and got in the car.

"Sounds good," said Reid. He paused for a moment. "Hey Hotch?"

"Yeah Reid?" asked Hotch.

"Do you think that maybe we could grab a bite to eat?" asked Reid. "I'm starving."

Hotch looked at the clock and saw that it was 8:30 at night. He heard his own stomach growl and realized he hadn't had anything to eat since three o'clock that afternoon.

"Sure," said Hotch. He started the car and headed down the highway. "Where do you want go?"

Reid thought for a moment, "I think I saw a small diner in town."

"Sounds good," said Hotch.

Hotch pulled into the diner parking lot. He and Reid got out of the car and walked into the diner.

"Where do you want to sit?" asked Hotch.

Reid shrugged. "Wherever." He looked around. "A booth is fine."

Hotch nodded and walked over to a booth. He sat on one side while Reid slide into the other side.

The waitress walked over to their table and handed them each a menu. "Can I get you boys anything to drink?"

"A cup of coffee for me," said Reid.

The waitress raised her eyebrow, "You don't look old enough to be drinking coffee son."

Hotch burst out laughing. Reid frowned, "I'm twenty-seven!" he said adamantly.

The waitress nodded but didn't say anything else.

"A cup of coffee for me as well," said Hotch. The waitress nodded and left. The moment she walked away, Hotch started laughing again.

"That's not funny!" snapped Reid.

"Yes it is," said Hotch. He smiled, "Don't worry about it Reid."

"I'm not," said Reid. He sighed. "It's just annoying. It feels like no matter how old I get, people still see me as kid."

"A very smart kid," said Hotch, smiling. Reid smiled too.

The waitress walked back over with two coffee cups and a coffee pot. She set coffee cups down and started pouring coffee. "Did you boys decide what you want?"

"I'd like a burger and fries," said Reid.

"That sounds good," said Hotch. "I'll have the same."

The waitress nodded and took the menus. She walked away as Hotch's cell phone started to ring. Hotch grabbed the phone and looked at the caller ID.

"Morgan," he said to Reid. Reid set his coffee cup down and leaned forward to listen. Hotch hit the speaker button on his phone so Reid could hear as well.

"Hotch."

"Hotch, it's Morgan," came Morgan's voice. "How are things going? Any new leads?"

Hotch shook his head, "No. Turned out to be a dead end."

"Are you and Reid on your way back?" asked Morgan.

"We stopped at a diner," said Hotch, "to grab a quick bit to eat and then we'll be on our way to Phoenix."

"Okay," said Morgan, "Sounds good. If it gets too late, find a nice motel, okay Hotch?"

"I'll be fine," said Hotch. "I've got Reid to keep me awake."

"Oh goody," said Reid. "Does this mean you'll let me drive?"

"No," said Hotch. He turned back to the phone. "See you in the morning."

"Good night," said Morgan. Hotch hung up the phone.

"It might be a good idea," said Reid, "to find a motel for the night and start fresh in the morning."

Hotch shook his head. "Nah, it will be fine."

"You sure?" asked Reid. "It's a long drive back."

"Well, that's what the giant cups of coffee are for," said Hotch as he grabbed the coffee pot and poured more coffee into Reid's cup before adding more into his own.

"Can I pick the music?" asked Reid.

Hotch laughed, "Sure kid. Why not?"

"Don't call me a kid," said Reid.

Hotch just laughed more and just shook his head. The waitress walked back over and set down two plates.

"Enjoy," said the waitress.

Hotch picked up his burger and took a bite. "This is the best burger I have ever had!"

An half an hour later, Hotch and Reid were walking out of the diner towards their car.

"Hotch, please let me drive."

"No Reid."

"C'mon Hotch. Please."

"No Reid," said Hotch with finality. He walked over to the driver's side door.

"C'mon Hotch," protested Reid. "You drove the whole way here and now you want to drive the whole way back? In the dark? At least let me drive part of the way so you can get some sleep."

Hotch was about to answer when he spotted movement behind Reid.

"Reid-" Hotch started but was cut off when a large man suddenly grabbed Reid from behind. Reid gasped out in surprise and stumbled from being grabbed backwards.

Hotch was around the car in a second, with his gun drawn. "FBI! Let him go!"

Reid struggled, trying to loosen the grip around his neck but it was no use. The other man was much larger than Reid and had him in a chokehold. Reid gasped as he struggled to breathe.

"Stop struggling!" shouted the man. Using his free hand, he pulled Reid's gun from his holster. He held the gun against Reid's temple. Reid immediately stopped struggling.

"Let him go!" shouted Hotch. His gun was steady but his heart has threatening to pound out of his chest.

"I'm afraid we can't do that."

Hotch turned and saw three men walk out from behind the other man, also pointing guns at Hotch.

"You're surrounded, Agent," said the one man. Even in the dark, Hotch could clearly see he was the leader. "Put your weapon down and nobody gets hurt."

"Let him go!" snarled Hotch, who made no move to lower his weapon.

"I told you, Agent, I can't do that," he replied. "I'm afraid we need Dr. Reid for a little project of ours."

Hotch felt his heart stop. He tightened his grip on his gun, "No. No, I won't let you take him."

"I'm afraid that's not an option," said the man. "We just need to borrow Dr. Reid for a little bit, I promise. If everything goes well, he'll be returned to you unharmed."

"No," said Hotch, shaking his head. "No. You cannot have him."

"You're surrounded, Agent," reminded the man, "and outgunned. So lower your weapon. NOW!"

"Hotch, please," begged Reid. Hotch was taken aback. He hadn't seen Reid beg since he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. "Please just do what they tell you. Please."

Hotch nodded. He lowered his gun to his side.

"Very good, Agent," said the man. "Now set your gun on the ground and kick it over to me."

Hotch sighed. He set his gun on the ground and kicked it over to the man. The leader picked up the gun and pocketed it.

"You'll get this back," he said, "once we're done. Now, Hotch is it?" Hotch snarled as the man called him by his nickname. "Get on the ground with your hands behind your back." Hotch made no move to do as he was told. The leader stepped forward until he was only a few inches away from Hotch. Their noses were almost touching.

"Do what you're told Hotch," whispered the man, "I would hate to have to kill your little friend here."

The mention of Reid made his blood boil. "I swear to God," snarled Hotch, in his most threatening voice, "if you harm a single hair on his head, I will hunt you down and kill you."

"Then if you want your previous Dr. Reid to come through this little adventure unscathed," snarled the man, "then I suggest you stay the hell out of my way, Hotch."

Hotch saw the punch coming but he was not able to get out of the way fast enough. He felt the punch hit him square in the jaw. His vision spin and he fell to the ground. Before he could get up, there were several quick kicks to his rib cage and he collapse back onto the ground, gasping in pain.

After a moment, the kicking stopped. Hotch lifted his head and was horrified by what he saw. Reid was being dragged away. Reid was struggling as best he could but the leader grabbed Hotch's gun and struck Reid across the head. Hotch watched in horror as Reid went slacked. The men tossed him into the back of the van.

Hotch struggled to get up but gasped from the pain in his head and chest and fell back to the ground.

"Reid-" he mumbled as he fell back to the ground, slipping into unconscious.

I apologize. I don't know how old Reid is suppose to be, so I made a best guess.

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