A/N: Hey everybody, I'm sorry it took me so long to update this and I really hope you're still interested in this story *smiles hopefully*

Comments for the chapter would be most appreciated *puppy dog eyes*

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Of course thank you to Doctor's Other Companion, LexicanaBlack7 (oh believe me, I am honored *smiles* I'm always honored if one of my readers takes the time to leave some words to my stories *smiles*), cristina reid, dsblondie, brucy, tellytha, dr3, SeverusDmitri18, fro-chan, ValeHeart, Brochy, PupGeek, Goddess-of-Genius, ChessKeeper, ravenoftime and OfficiallyObsessedwithPyro for all your kind comments *hugs*

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Now for the Warnings: This is AU (Robin Hood style) and it's going to be SLASH, even though the final pairing isn't decided yet, it's either going to be Reid/Hotch or Reid/Morgan o.O

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Disclaimer: None of the CM characters or Robin Hood plots belong to me… I just borrowed them for this little story… my OC'S do belong to me though… this story doesn't mean to offend anybody… this is just for fun… and not for money either...

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Chapter 3

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"Well outlaw… it is time for you to do as I say…"

Reid's normally soft voice was low and dangerous but not any less appealing in Aaron's eyes.

He tried to get Reid off of him and cursed himself for having underestimated the prince only seeing his pretty face, being too mesmerized by the foreign beauty to realize how dangerous he might be.

/Ifyouwanttofightdirty,thenwe'regoingtofightdirty…/ he thought, a slow grin on his lips.

Normally the outlaw didn't fight with dirty methods but it didn't look like there was another way out of this situation. Spencer was slowly choking him and Aaron just now realized how strong the other man was.

Hotch took a deep breath, well as deep as possible with the coarse rope slung around his neck, before raising his foot, kicking Reid into the shin hard. The prince howled in pain for a second and lost his balance slightly. This was enough for Aaron and he rammed his elbow into Spencer's stomach, sending them both tumbling to the ground. While they were falling, Aaron twisted free from the rope and pulled a small knife out of his belt. Hotch landed on top of Reid and put the knife lightly against the prince's throat with one hand. With the other he grabbed Spencer's still bound hands and pushed them above the Prince's head onto the ground.

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"I admit I have underestimated you my lord," he admitted and sat on Spencer's thighs, effectively immobilizing the lithe man struggling underneath him. Spencer's face was an angry grimace and his hazel eyes sparkled with hatred.

"Untie me and I will show you what I'm capable of," the younger growled, still trying to throw Aaron off of him, but with his still bound hands and the dagger against his throat, he was at a massive disadvantage. Aaron only laughed at that and bent down so that their faces were only inches apart.

"As much as this prospect appeals to me, there is no chance that I will untie you. Not after what you just tried," Hotch replied, trying not to sound too impressed that the prince had actually gotten the best of him. His words were greeted with an angry growl and Spencer's face got even angrier, his face twisted in rage.

"I was a nice host to you and you repay me by nearly strangling me," Aaron tried to sound angry, but couldn't help the smile on his face. He liked Spencer's spirit very much and couldn't resist the urge to brush a strain of hair from the Prince's face. Spencer tried to avoid his touch and glared at him.
"And what have you done? You kidnap me and hold me here against my will," he spat, unsettled that Aaron's face was still so close to his that he could even feel the breath of the other man on his cheeks.

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"Kidnap is such a hard word, I would call it a rescue," Aaron replied, not at all intimidated by Spencer's scowl, quite the contrary, the scowl made Aaron want to kiss those lips even more but he knew he needed to restrain himself for a little while longer.

"Rescue me? But I never asked you to rescue me," Spencer retorted, still trying to push Aaron off him. He was angered that his attempt to break free had failed so miserable and the outlaw had gotten the upper hand so fast.

"I know that you didn't. You may call it a gift if you want to," Aaron only said and smiled brightly.

Reid became even more furious because he had hoped to get a reaction out of Aaron and not only this smile that was unsettling him so much. He decided not to answer that and only glared at Aaron, hoping the other would finally let him up. Hotch realized that Spencer definitely lost nothing of his appeal when he was angry, quite the contrary.

He could have stayed in this position for eternity, but he knew his men were waiting for him and sooner or later, Little John or Will would come looking for him and he wasn't sure if it was a good idea when they found him in this position.

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So he reluctantly stood up, but not before running his hand over Spencer's chest, making it look like it was unintentional, enjoying the growl Spencer sent in his direction. Reid immediately sat up and got to his feet quickly so that Aaron didn't have another reason to touch him again. He observed every movement of the outlaw, wondering what went through Hotch's mind at the moment.

"The feast is about to start," was all Aaron said and untied the knot on the wall. Reid expected him to untie his hands too, but Hotch made no move to free his hands. Instead he grinned at Spencer, obviously knowing what the nobleman was thinking.

"After the little thing you tried earlier I'm not going to untie you, because I know you won't behave yourself… if I knew that you wouldn't try anything I might be changing my mind though," he informed Spencer, intending to humble him a little, enjoying the slight trace of red appearing on the prince's cheek.

Spencer looked at Hotch wide-eyed, obviously not so sure what to do now. He had no intention to be led out of this hut like a dog on a leash.

"What do you want from me, outlaw?" the prince finally questioned.

Aaron smirked.

"Oh, there are a lot of things I want from you my handsome prince," he replied, enjoying the slight shiver from Spencer.

"But for now I'd be content with your promise that you will not be trying to escape during the feast. After you have enjoyed my hospitality, the Bishop, the Sheriff and you are free to go," he explained, trying to convince the other that he was indeed serious and didn't plan to hurt him.

"Of course, if you might choose to stay with me and my Merry Men, you are free to do so and I certainly wouldn't object to having you with us permanently."

Spencer snorted at those words, but decided not to say anything to Aaron's suggestion. Instead he looked at the outlaw with a sigh of resignation.

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"If you untie me, I will do as you say," Spencer finally told Aaron and looked him straight in the eyes to show that he was sincere.

"That's good."

Aaron had hoped that Spencer would say that and he quickly pulled out the small knife from earlier and cut the ropes around the prince's wrists. As soon as his bindings were gone, Reid softly massaged his wrists, where the rope had left some angry, red welts.

"I'm sorry about that," Aaron told him with serious regret and gently took one of Spencer's hands and massaged the arms gently to get the blood flowing again. The young prince was too surprised at the gentle gesture to resist. He just stared at the outlaw, trying to figure him out but failing miserably.

Hotch just unsettled him, always calling him handsome. And in addition to that the outlaw was straightforward with his intentions towards the prince, which intrigued Spencer even more.

"Come on now, my people await and I am sure you must be hungry, my lord."

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Spencer was about to deny that, but the rumbling of his stomach beat him to it, so he didn't say anything and just followed Aaron out of the hut. He was greeted by the sight of the Merry Men celebrating. Spencer immediately spotted Bishop Maximilian and Sheriff Hankel among them, sitting timidly on the ground around a fire. As soon as the Bishop spotted Spencer, he got up from his place on the ground and ran towards his charge. The prince was surprised that nobody tried to stop him. Ryan came to a halt directly in front of him.
"Have they hurt you, my lord?" the clergyman questioned, looking at Spencer with fake concern.

Before he could answer however, Aaron looked at the Bishop and Reid was surprised to hear anger in his voice.

"You should know me better than that, Bishop. I never hurt people just for the fun of it. I only wound in self-defense."

The Bishop only glared at the leader of the Merry Men and took Spencer's arm.

"Come my lord, sit with the Sheriff and me," he urged, but to his and to Spencer's own surprise, the prince resisted.

"I am okay on my own, Excellency. And I really want to talk to Friar Dave," he explained, being vary of the Bishop's intentions ever since he had found out that the monk was alive and Ryan had lied to him about it.

Realization dawned on the Bishop's face and it twisted into an angry mask.

"Fine, have it your way, my lord, but believe me, these outlaws, and Friar Dave is one of them now, will tell you nothing but lies."

With that Maximilian stomped back and took his place beside Hankel again.

The conversation had attracted the attention of many of the Merry Men and once again Aaron noticed the looks some of his men directed at the foreign prince.

He couldn't blame them because he himself was mesmerized by the beauty of Spencer but he couldn't help but feel jealous at the thought that any of his men might try to get what would hopefully be his soon.

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So he decided to get Spencer's attention again before he could leave and go talk to Friar Dave.

"So my lord, what about a little competition?" he questioned.

"Competition?" Spencer raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked at Hotch with confusion. That was the last thing he had expected the outlaw to say.

"Yes," was all Aaron said and waved at Little John and Will to come over to them.

"Me and you. The winner can request something from the loser," he suggested.

"What kind of competition?" Spencer wanted to know, wary of the outlaw's intentions.

"An archery contest," Aaron told him with a grin.

Will and John, who had come over and had heard the last part of the conversation, looked at their leader, wondering what he was up to now. But Little John felt it fair to warn the nobleman before he agreed.

"My lord, I need to warn you. Aaron is the best archer in this land."

Spencer was surprised at the honest warning of one of Aaron's men, but he grinned a little.

He was sick of being underestimated by these outlaws and taken for a pampered prince, so he quickly said: "Then we shall find out who is the better of us two."
"So you accept?" Aaron was a little surprised at how easy it had been to get Reid to agree to that.

"Yes I do. Are there any rules?" Spencer wanted to know, looking calmly at Friar Dave, who had come over after hearing what was going on and looking at his former pupil with worry in his eyes.

"Not many. The winner can request something from the loser, as long as it is within certain boundaries," Will explained.

He knew he was to be the judge because he always had been before and Aaron trusted his judgment.

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Spencer nodded.

"I accept," he repeated his earlier words and followed Little John, Aaron and Will over to where the outlaws had set up a shooting target. He was handed a bow and watched Aaron, who confidently got into position, aiming his first arrow. The only thing that unsettled Reid, was, that all outlaws in the camp had come over and were watching his every move.

His eyes were fixed on Aaron, who shot the first arrow with a comfortable ease, and which found his target with precision and Spencer had to admit he held a new respect for Hotch all of sudden, realizing that Little John probably hadn't exaggerated calling him the best archer in the land.

But Spencer was still confident, knowing that he at least held the element of surprise because only one person in this camp knew about his skills with the bow. And judging by Friar Dave's look, he didn't intend to tell Aaron what exactly he had gotten himself into.

"Not bad," was all he said, when he passed Aaron, taking his position and the first arrow Little John handed him.

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Without hesitation he drew the bow and let the arrow fly. It found its target directly beside Aaron's.

The king of the outlaws couldn't help the low whistle escaping him. He was mightily impressed by this and for the first time since suggesting this competition he worried a little.

They shot four more arrows and it was still a draw. The last arrow would bring a decision.

When Aaron took position again, he suddenly found Spencer smiling radiantly at him. This smile unsettled him so much, that the arrow missed the target, because he had been distracted for a second. A groan escaped the Merry Men and Aaron looked at Spencer with anger in his eyes.

"You did that on purpose," he complained.

"Did what?" Spencer questioned, his face a mask of innocence but knowing fully well what the outlaw meant. Of course he had noticed what an effect he had on the outlaw and had used it to win this competition. Yes, he felt a little bit bad about it, but then again, Aaron had been teasing and tormenting him the whole day, so he thought this was okay and a little payback had been in order anyway.

And without another word he took his position again and shot the last arrow, sealing his victory.

"And Sir Spencer wins this competition," Will declared and the Merry Men were a little shocked. Nobody had ever beaten Aaron in an archery contest unless he had let them.

Hotch, who was a graceful loser, turned to Spencer.

"I'm impressed, my lord. So name, what you want," Aaron said with a little hint of regret, being pretty sure he knew what the other wanted and he was right.

"I expect you to let me, the Bishop and the Sheriff go immediately," Spencer requested.

Hotch nodded.

"If that's your wish…"

He nodded at Will and Little John, who quickly readied three horses, while a few others quickly blindfolded and tied up the surprised Bishop and Sheriff again.

"Yes it is my wish," Spencer answered, just to say something.

And this time Spencer didn't resist when two Merry Men blindfolded and bound him again.

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"Aaron, can I have a word with you?" Friar Dave suddenly spoke up, but Aaron only smiled at him.
"Don't worry Friar, I remember my promise and I fully intend to keep it," he assured the monk.

/IwillmakesurethatSpencerwillreturn…/ he added in his thoughts, fully intending to get the upper hand on Spencer again, which he had lost during the archery contest.

Without another word he mounted the horse, where Spencer was already sitting.

Once again he put an arm around Spencer, pulling him close, a lot closer than actually necessary, enjoying the scent and the warmth of the other and he was a little surprised that Spencer wasn't as reluctant as he had been before but that was probably because Reid knew he would be free soon.

"Let's go Little John, Will," he called to his two men, who were riding with Hankel and Ryan.

They rode back to where they had left the carriage and found the soldiers they had left there still bound and some of them asleep, resigned to their fate that they would only be freed when Aaron Hood wanted them freed.

Aaron dismounted his horse and helped Spencer down without a word.

When they were both on solid ground again, he pulled off Reid's blindfold to look into the beautiful hazel eyes one more time.

"I promise you, we will see each other again, Prince Spencer," Aaron whispered into Spencer's ear and before Reid knew what was happening, Aaron kissed him passionately…

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to be continued...