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So I've been rambling on about religion, but I've decided to try something new—politics! Still my favourite genre is fan-fic, and what's fan-fic without a little slash? X-posted on my dA account:-

So, here's the facts: slash, well really pre-slash m/m, fandom: criminal minds, paring: hotch/reid, Warnings: non-explicit sex, implied non-con, implied rape, implied hotch/foyett, oh, and politics.

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"Well, I'm going." Spencer picked up his hoodie and his mask and headed for the door.

"Spencer, I just don't think you've thought this through." Aaron hadn't intended to sound patronizing.

"I believe I have a right to protest." Now Spencer sounded like a teenager.

"Spencer." Aaron lapsed into exasperated silence. This wasn't about their age difference, it wasn't about their political differences, it was about Spencer doing something stupid; it was about his sub-ordinate, Dr. Reid, breaking the law.

"It's illegal to wear a mask in public in D.C."

Spencer stared back at Aaron. "It shouldn't be."

"Shouldn't?" Aaron's hackles rose, Spencer hadn't realized how far Aaron's reaction would go.

"I have a right to political protest, and this happens to be part of it."

Aarons face lined with anger. He pressed his lips together.

Too late the masked image of The Reaper flashed across Spencer's mind.

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Spencer had not intended to be having this conversation with Aaron, or with anyone at all for that matter. He would rather his boss, SSAIC Aaron Hotchner not know at all, but given the circumstance, he would. If he and Garcia wanted to join with the others at the protest they would have to wear masks. "Hi, I'm an FBI agent who believes that surveillance has gone too far, want to be my friend?" would not be a great way to meet anyone. Not that he intended meeting anyone. Whatever he had with Aaron had been going well, fine, going great, whatever.

It was going whatever enough that they were having an argument on a Monday evening at Spencer's apartment. It was comforting that Aaron felt he could drop by, it was not so comforting to find that Aaron had assigned for himself some say in how Spencer lived his life.

"Spencer?" Aaron was trying to put the hurt and anger aside, "This could be dangerous."

"What? You think the left is going to lynch me?"

"No, I think you swore to uphold the law."

"As I recall I swore to uphold the Constitution of the United States of America."

"So you're an oath keeper now?"

"You'd have a problem with that?"

But Spencer still hadn't walked out the door, Spencer had become unsure of himself, and that was what Aaron needed to take control.

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But Aaron found himself angry, because this was so stupid, and the image of Foyett in a mask stuck in his head, and the image of Spencer in a mask stuck in his craw.

"If you think you have such a right to protest in public, why do you think you need the mask? " Aaron paused and drummed his fingers softly on Spencer's table. "The truth Reid."

Reid? That hurt. "Because the network of camera's is too extensive to avoid. My face would be recorded; I would be tracked, if anyone with sufficient influence, including yourself, decided it should be."

"What makes you think I can take that kind of decision?"

Aaron hadn't denied that he could take that decision, Spencer noticed that, not just the lack of denial, but that either Aaron's defenses were down, unlikely right now, or it was intentional. He was either providing Spencer with accurate or inaccurate information. And Aaron hadn't denied that he would take that decision; Spencer was suddenly unsure if his trust in Aaron was well founded.

"Garcia will, not could, will, go to prison for a very long time, if she even appears to be involved in this."

Now Spencer turned to look straight at, into Aaron. "Are you telling me that you, as a member of the FBI, believe the government would be quite capable of putting a law abiding citizen in jail indefinitely? without trail? because they exercised their constitutional rights to free speech and public protest? "

"First, Spencer, I didn't say that. And second Spencer, when did you get to decide Garcia was a law abiding citizen. " Spencer's direct gaze was coldly returned.

Spencer swallowed.

"For that matter Spencer, you don't seem to have any intention of being a law abiding citizen."

"For that matter Aaron when did you start supporting the indefinite detention provisions of the NDAA?" Spencer shouted in his head.

"I'm not a criminal Aaron."

"Haley would have been alive if we had the TRAPWIRE network available to us at the time."

Spencer opened and closed his mouth. Finally at a loss for what words could resolve he stepped towards Aaron and grabbed a hand, froze, and then pulled him close. He surreptitiously sent a text message with his left hand, pulling Aaron in closer than they had been before.

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"Aaron?"

This wasn't how Spencer had imagined falling into bed with his boss; though he had imagined falling into bed with his boss. It wasn't how Aaron imagined being with Spencer, he hadn't imagined that he would let himself get that close, that physically close to the young man. Now he had to confront either Reid, or his feelings, or both.

He felt nauseated at the touch he had allowed not an hour before. Not at Reid's touch, at the shadow of Foyett, and he wished he didn't. His hands balled up into fists, he let the anger was over him. Tears touched the side of his eyes.

"Aaron?"

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Spencer sat alone in his apartment. Aaron had as good as run of there. Now he had nearly confessed to being a terrorist, which he wasn't, but Aaron seemed to think he was, he had confessed an intention of breaking the law, and he had implicated Garcia, he had fucked his boss, and he had fucked up. Good and proper.

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"Hotch?"

Spencer hadn't wanted to have this conversation at the office; but Aaron had been avoiding him.

Aaron Hotchner looked up, and in spite of all the hurt which he couldn't help feeling, the inexplicable feeling of vulnerability in submitting to Reid, the hateful vulnerability of being physically close, he couldn't help smiling at Reid. Also, he wouldn't cry now. Reid would never see that weakness. But the smile was hopelessly genuine.

"I, could we talk?"

Aaron shook his head.

"After?" Reid sounded hopeful.

"I don't think we should."