Anything For You

Hatochiisai

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Slash warning Hotch/Reid, UnSubOC/Reid (non-con)

Chapter 15

Section Chief Strauss sat in her car at the courthouse, staring at Agent Hotchner and his team, standing around on the lawn, talking. The arraignment had been a nightmare. Shane Harvey had pleaded guilty to the five charges of kidnapping and one charge of assault and attempted murder (both against Aaron Hotchner). But he had pleaded innocent to charges involving Agent Reid. He claimed that he hadn't kidnapped him, Reid had come willingly. He also claimed that everything between them had been consensual. Then he had sneered a few choice words at Agent Reid that could only be called verbal molestation. The young man had fled the courtroom in horror, his team close behind him.

After they had left, Shane had gone off his rocker, screaming and shouting and assaulting the bailiff, his lawyer and Agent Patroni, who would have a nice shiner as a trophy of the scuffle. Shane had been dragged out screaming about how things would end his way, or they would end badly.

Strauss sighed, pressing her fingers to her forehead. What a fiasco. She jerked her head up when the courthouse alarm suddenly went off. Hotchner's team turned and looked at the building. Then Morgan, Hotchner, Prentiss and Rossi all ran towards the building, their hands on their guns. Agent Jareau turned and ran to begin pushing the media back. Agent Reid stood where he was. A door burst open and Shane Harvey fell through, crashing into Agent Hotchner. Strauss's eyes widened when Hotchner drew his gun, but Shane's hand found his wrist, swung them around and slammed Hotch into the wall, kneeing him in the stomach and twisting his wrist. A moment later, and Shane Harvey was holding Agent Hotchner close, pressing his gun into his cheekbone.

Shaking, Strauss rolled down the window of her car. Now she could hear the voices.

"Drop the gun, Spencer!" Shane shouted. She looked at Reid. The boy was holding up his revolver, looking horrified. Shane and Reid stare each other down. "I will kill him… you know I will…" She watched as Reid tensed, then his shoulders dropped. Slowly, he knelt and lay the gun down on the pavement.

Strauss saw Agents Perry and Rossi appear around the side of the building out of Shane's line of sight. She fumbled with her phone, and a moment later, saw Perry answer his.

"If you have a shot, take it." She gasped.

"Agent Hotchner's too close, ma'am."

"… Then stand by." Strauss ordered. "If you get a clear shot, though, take it."

"I will." Perry said, and they hung up. Strauss just watched, tense. The voices were too low for her to make out now, but Agent Reid was slowly walking closer to Shane and Hotchner.

She prayed that all of her Agents came out of this alive…

"Let him go, Shane." Reid said, softly. Hotch's eyes glanced past Reid. He saw Strauss in her car, watching. The woman looked terrified. He glanced to the right. Morgan and Prentiss were crouching behind a car, but had their guns pointing over the hood.

"No." Shane snapped.

"I'll come with you. Just you and me." Reid said, eyes begging.

"You think I'm stupid!" Shane screamed, and Strauss's eyes widened… she heard THAT. "That's what you did last time! You only came with me to protect him!"

"I went with you to protect ALL of them!" Reid cried. "Please, Shane… Let him go, and I swear to God, you and me will leave together. Right now… Please."

"… There. The car behind you." Shane said, and slowly, Reid turned. He stared at Strauss. The woman stared back.

"W-What about it."

"Get in. Back seat."

"What?" Reid yipped.

"GO!" Shane snapped, then began to move Hotch across the parking lot, hugging the man close. They moved to Strauss' car.

"Get in." Shane ordered. Reid gulped, then slowly opened the back door and slid in. Section Chief Strauss stared at him, her own eyes wide. He glanced at her. Shane slid in beside Reid, and now pressed the barrel of the gun to Reid's head. "Get in the front, Agent Hotchner." He ordered. Hotch blinked. "NOW!"

Hotch took a deep breath and opened the door. He nodded to his team, urgently, then got in. He nodded to Strauss.

"Ma'am." He said in greeting. She just stared at him. In the backseat, Shane was now lying down so that the agents outside couldn't see him. He had his head in Reid's lap, and the gun was pressed under his chin.

"Drive." The man growled. Strauss looked at Hotchner, then started the motor and put the car in drive.

"This won't work, Shane." Reid said, his voice calm and even. "You have no idea what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing. We're driving out of town, I'm gonna kill your boss, and then this nice lady here is going to take us wherever I want her to go. Then she can go home safe."

"This nice lady is FBI Section Chief Strauss." Reid snorted. "Congratulations, you've just added three more charges of the kidnapping of Federal Agents to your list."

"… What?" Shane yelped, and looked at the woman. "… It doesn't matter… I don't care WHO she is! I don't care if I have to kill her too! YOU ARE MINE!"

"Shane. You have to know how this will end." Hotch said, suddenly. "We do."

"What?"

"If you don't stop and give yourself up, someone is going to die today."

"Oh, I'm counting on it…" Shane hissed. "You are going to die today, Agent Hotchner."

"I may. But I wasn't talking about me. I'm talking about you and Dr. Reid."

"What?"

"This is your Endgame, isn't it?"

"What?"

"You plan to take Reid with you, or die trying. And if you have to, you'll kill him too."

"What? No!" Shane gasped. "I would never hurt Spencer!"

"But that's all you HAVE done." Hotchner said, turning and looking back at Shane. "Look at him. The bruises. The scars. The fear in his eyes… YOU did that." Hotch said. He moved his hand and touched Strauss' leg. She blinked and glanced at him. He glanced at the rearview mirror. She looked into it. A Black SUV was following. Perry and Rossi were in the front seats, and Agents Morgan and Kehoe were in the back. She glanced back to Agent Hotchner. He then looked down. She followed his eyes. He had pulled up his pant leg. And she saw the gun on his ankle. She looked back at him and gave him a slight nod, then concentrated on driving.

"Shane… You're not going to get away. If you don't give yourself up, you'll be killed." Hotchner said. "And in the crossfire, you may get Reid killed, too. Or is that your plan? Die together?"

"… Maybe." Shane gasped, his voice rough. Reid closed his eyes and swallowed, thickly. Then, there was a hand around his neck, and he gasped as he was jerked down next to Shane. The man rolled above him, staring hungrily at him.

"Harvey!" Hotch shouted.

"Don't… please…" Reid pleaded.

"Agent Hotchner…" Shane hissed. "You tell your friends to pull over right now or I will screw your Agent right here in front of you."

"Hotch, no!" Reid cried. "They can't lose us!" Hotch stared. "Hotch please! I can take it! I…" He glanced at Hotch and gave him a brave smile. "It's okay… I can take it…"

"Oh, I think he knows that…" Shane snorted. "But that doesn't mean he wants to see it. Tell them to pull over Agent Hotchner…" He ordered, beginning to unbuckle Reid's belt. Reid swallowed convulsively and closed his eyes, fisting his hands beside his head. Hotch just stared. He couldn't decide. He didn't want this man to violate Reid… not again, but… He looked at Strauss.

"… Do as he says, Agent Hotchner." The woman gasped, her voice shaking. Her eyes were wide, her face was pale. She looked ill. Hotch nodded and pulled out his phone.

"… Rossi. Tell Perry to pull over. Now… If you don't, he's going to hurt Reid… Dave… please…" Hotch mumbled into the phone. A moment later, Strauss snatched the phone.

"David." She said, firmly. "That is an order." And she hung up. A moment later, the black SUV's pulled over. Hotch closed his eyes in both relief and frustration. A moment later, they turned a corner. Now that he was not risking taking a bullet to the head, Shane sat up.

"Thank you." He sighed, then looked down at Reid. Reid lay still, staring back up at him. "Turn here." Shane said as they passed a dirt road. When Strauss obeyed, he turned and looked back at Reid. "Spencer…" He murmured, reaching out and stroking Reid's face. "This is your last chance. OUR last chance."

"WE never had a chance." Reid hissed. "YOU never had a chance."

"You sound so sure of that. Spencer, you and I—"

"I hate you!" Reid snapped, cutting the man off. "I would rather DIE than go along with you in any way. The only reason I'm still alive now is because you were holding my team over my head. If things had gone the way you had planned… if I had gone on that raid and you kidnapped me alone… I would have taken my own life before I let you have what you wanted!" Hotch stared at Reid, eyes wide. What was he trying to accomplish?

Shane just stared at Reid in silence. "I'm tired of feeding into your delusions… tired of trying to talk you down. I know it won't work." Slowly he sat up. He reached out and Shane jerked as Reid seemed to go for the gun. But he didn't. He passed it and grabbed the man's wrist. Then he raised his hand. Hotch stared in sudden terror as the barrel of the gun came to rest on Reid's forehead.

"… Do it." Reid hissed, staring at Shane. The man looked just as scared as Hotch.

"W-What?" He gasped, eyes wide.

"Do it." Reid snapped.

"I don't want to!"

"Why not?" Reid demanded to know. "You were ready to… how did you put it? Destroy my world? You are ready to tear my life down around me but not end it. So that must mean that you get off on torturing me…" Reid hissed, narrowing his eyes and leaning closer.

"N-No…" Shane whimpered. Strauss was amazed. Reid and Shane seemed to have swapped personalities. Reid loomed over the man who outweighed him by a hundred pounds. And the man was trembling in fear.

"You WANT to torture me. So you kidnapped my team… terrorized me with them, using them against me. You hit me… beat me… raped me… Threatened to hurt my team… Take me away from them… and then threaten to take my job from me? If that's not torture, what is?" Reid was shouting now. "So either surrender and plead guilty to all charges, or PULL THE GOD DAMNED TRIGGER!"

"I don't want to hurt you…" Shane cried.

"I've been hurting ever since you came into my life!" Reid shouted at him. "For the past few weeks, I've been living my own personal HELL! Now END IT!"

"… Pull over." Shane gasped, glancing at Strauss. The woman obeyed. "Get out. ALL of you!" He snapped. She looked at Hotchner, and he man nodded and got out. Strauss took a deep breath, and followed his lead. The three Federal Agents stood in a line, facing Shane Harvey. The trees were tall, and thick. The wind was cold. It was winter now… a real snow would be coming soon.

"So…" Shane sighed. "How is this going to end?"

"Does it matter?" Reid asked. "No matter what, you're not going to have your happy ending."

"… No. I guess I'm not." Shane sighed. "Come here, Spencer." Reid took a deep breath, then walked across the frozen ground to the man. Hotch frowned, watching closely. Shane leaned over, whispering into the young man's ear. Then he leaned back and stared at Reid. A moment later, the boy nodded. He took Shane's hand and led him around to the other side of the car. Strauss and Hotch watched as Shane pressed Reid against the side of the vehicle and kissed him. Strauss was horrified as she watched the man molest her agent, while holding the gun to his head.

When Shane pulled back, he turned them around so that he was leaning against the car instead. He ran his fingers through Reid's hair. Reid's hands were on the man's shoulders, but then they slid down his chest. Reid slowly knelt, sinking out of view. But before he disappeared, he shot a pointed look at Hotch.

"What's he doing?" Strauss gasped. Hotch knelt and removed his gun from his ankle holster. Shane had his back to him; he wasn't looking.

"Giving me an opening." Hotch said. "HARVEY!" Shane jumped and turned, eyes wide. He whirled, looking for Reid. A moment later, the boy scrambled around the car on his hands and knees, then stumbled to his feet. Hotch moved quickly, and the distance between Reid and himself quickly closed. Reid moved behind Hotch, but stood in front of Strauss.

"Drop the gun!" Hotch ordered, loudly. Reid reached a hand back and began to guide Strauss towards the trees, keeping his eyes on Hotch and Shane.

"YOU drop it!" Shane shouted back. A moment later, motors roared and black SUV's appeared. Shane stared in horror. Rossi, Perry, Kehoe, Morgan, Prentiss and Patroni were hanging out of the cars, and all had their guns leveled on him.

"Drop it!" Perry ordered. "NOW!"

"No…" Shane gasped. He looked devastated. And Reid knew… Shane had finally accepted the inevitable. He would either have to surrender, or die. He would not escape again. He had lost. Tears ran down Shane's face. "No no no…" He turned and looked at Reid, who was still moving Strauss away. "I guess you were right… This is my Endgame." And he swung the gun around, pointing it at Reid.

"NO!" Hotch shouted. A shot rang out, followed by many others. It was only a few seconds, but it dragged on like hours… When the smoke cleared, Shane Harvey lay still on the ground. Perry and Morgan approached.

"… Clear!" Perry called, taking the gun from the man's hand, and Morgan sighed. One bullet had passed straight through the man's head.

"Reid!" Everyone turned when Hotch ran across the ground towards Reid, who was lying on top of Strauss, shielding her. Slowly, he lifted his head and picked himself up.

"Ma'am." He gasped, staring at Strauss. "Are you okay?" She stared back up at Reid when the young man took her arm, then looked at Hotchner when he knelt, taking her other arm.

"Are you hurt?" Hotch asked. She shook her head. "Reid?"

"I'm not hurt." Reid gasped, and the pair got their Section Chief to her feet.

"Is… Is he…" She gasped.

"He's dead, Erin." Rossi said. "Are you three alright?"

"Fine." Hotch said. "Reid… Well done." Reid looked at him. "You threw him off his game. Shook him up. Scared him. You manipulated him very well." Reid offered the man a small smile.

"He was insecure." Reid said. "I just had to exert the right amount of pressure."

"And you did a good job." Hotch confirmed. He looked at Strauss, who seemed to be in shock. Hotch left the woman to Perry, and guided Reid to one of the SUV's. Rossi hopped into the driver's seat. He started the engine and pulled away, leaving the others to deal with the scene. He glanced in the rearview mirror as Hotch and Reid embraced. Then Hotch gently ran his fingers through Reid's hair, and kissed him. Rossi just smiled and shook his head.

"Where to?" He called.

"… Whoever's place is closer…" Reid gasped. Hotch blinked, then grinned.

"Sure thing." Rossi chuckled, and headed for Hotch's place. When he pulled over in front of Hotch's home, he looked back at the pair. "Use your time well. It's only a matter of time before you'll be called in on this. I think I'll stay with you if you don't mind."

"… Uh… are you sure?" Hotch asked, glancing at Reid. Rossi smirked and pulled an MP3 Player out of his pocket.

"I'll turn up the volume." Rossi said. "And raid your kitchen."

"… Fine." Hotch said, then grabbed Reid's hand and dragged the boy out of the car. Rossi followed, smirking to himself in amusement at the pair nearly falling through the door. When he finally walked in and closed the door, he heard a loud rip.

"… Aaron!" Reid cried.

"… Sorry."

"That's my shirt!"

"I'll buy you another!" Hotch grumbled. Rossi chuckled, grabbed a beer from the fridge, then sat down and turned on the TV, cranking up the volume.

The tattered remains of Reid's shirt fluttered to the floor, and the two men fumbled with each other's clothes. Neck ties fell to the floor, Reid's pants were hurled across the room. Hotch shoved the boy down onto the bed and stripped himself, then fell onto Reid and wrestled his underwear off, tossing them blindly over his shoulder. Reid was mildly amused and grateful that his underpants didn't end up hanging from the ceiling fan.

"AH! Oh God… Aaron…" Reid whimpered, feeling a hand stroking him. "Aaron, please…"

"Shhh… hold on." Hotch gasped, fumbling in his bedside table and pulling out a bottle of massage oil, squirting some into his hands. Reid knelt before him, taking the bottle from him and squirted some into his own hands. Their lips embraced as they ran their oily hands over one another's bodies…

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"Aaronnnn…" Reid groaned, squirming. "Oh God…"

"I'm here, Spencer… always…" Hotch groaned into Reid's ear. "I love you…"

"Ahnn… Aaron… Please… harder…" Reid begged. Hotch smiled slightly and did as Reid had asked. Reid groaned loudly in response.

Out in the living room, Rossi raised an eyebrow and slowly turned and stared at the bedroom door.

"AH! God! Aaron! Please!"

"… Hnh." Rossi grunted, smirking slightly and turning up the volume on the TV. "Kid's a screamer. Figures."

Hotch chuckled slightly, hearing the TV get louder. "I think you just gave Rossi an insight into our sex life…"

"I don't CARE!" Reid cried. "Aaron, PLEASE!"

Rossi frowned and sank down in the chair, turning up the volume again.

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Slowly, Hotch sunk back onto his knees, supporting Reid against his chest as he moved. He pressed a tender kiss to Reid's temple, gently rubbing his chest, feeling the boy's shaky breaths and pounding heart under his palm. He gently maneuvered his younger lover to rest on his back on the bed. Hotch sighed and rested himself against the pillows and the headboard.

Reid mumbled, rolling onto his side and snuggling up to Hotch, resting his head in the man's lap and draping an arm over his thighs. Hotch smiled slightly, resting his hand on Reid's head, then gently running his fingers through the chestnut brown locks.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Hotch blinked his eyes open.

"Come in." He called, softly. A moment later, the door cracked open and Rossi stepped in. He took in the tranquil scene before him. Hotch was sitting up, leaning into the pillows against the headboard, one arm folded behind his head. Reid was curled up by his side, sleeping. The boy was wrapped up in the sheets which were casually draped over his hips and tucked under him, but Hotch had managed to wrestle enough away from the boy to cover himself from the waist down.

Reid was resting his head in Hotchner's lap, his arm haphazardly thrown over the man's thighs, his other hand was curled under his own chin. Rossi took in the look on Hotchner's face as the man combed his fingers through the young agent's hair. He was staring at Reid's profile with a look that Rossi had never seen before. It was tender and loving, but also fiercely protective. Rossi could see the hand that gently caressed Reid's face would turn hard and show no mercy when defending the boy.

Rossi smiled.

"Feel better?" He asked. Hotch raised an eyebrow and looked at the elder man. "Okay, stupid question." Hotch grunted.

"What do you want, Dave?"

"Strauss wants you and Reid to finish your reports and have them on her desk by noon tomorrow. The uh… the case is closed. Looks like someone up there likes you." Rossi said, pointing at the ceiling. "You got to keep your relationship, AND your job. And only Harvey died."

"… Is it wrong for me to wish that if there WAS a casualty, it was Strauss?"

"… I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Aaron." Rossi snorted, but smirked. Then he looked down at Reid. "You know… whenever I have to fire my weapon, I always try to shoot to wound. Not kill. But this time…"

"… You took that head shot?" Hotch asked, sharply. "Why?"

"No. I didn't. But I thought about it. I even wanted to." Rossi admitted.

"Why?"

"Because of him." Rossi said, looking down at Reid. "Because of what he put the kid through. What he did to him. And what he was threatening to do. I figured that… I could spare him more pain at this man's hands. The pain that would come from your relationship being exposed and both of you losing your jobs."

"But?"

"… But I didn't take the shot. I hesitated. I uh… I shot him in the arm."

"So… who took the head shot?" Hotch asked.

"I asked Strauss that."

"And?"

"… Perry."

"Perry?"

"He was afraid that anything less than a head shot would give Shane Harvey the chance to pull the trigger again."

"… I see." Hotch said, nodding. He looked down at Reid again and gently tucked his hair behind his ear before running fingers over his prominent cheek bone.

"I'll let you two alone, then." Rossi said with a slight smile. "I uh… I ordered dinner. It was delivered about ten minutes ago. Chinese. It's in your fridge."

"Oh. Thanks."

"See you tomorrow, Aaron."

"Alright. And Dave?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you." Hotch said. "For everything."

Rossi smiled and nodded, then turned off the light and closed the door. Hotch sighed and slowly moved Reid's head off of his lap and slid down so that he was lying stretched out on his side. Reid grumbled slightly, waking up just long enough to curl up close, his back pressed into Hotch's chest. The man smiled and moved close to Reid, draping an arm over the boy and pressing his palm to his chest. And Reid slipped into sleep again.

Hotch lay still for a long time, feeling Reid's pulsing heart under his palm. But eventually this gentle rhythm and the soft song of Reid's even breathing lulled Hotchner into a calming sleep.

All was well.

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