L.D.S.K

L.D.S.K… Long Distance Serial Killer… A killer that stayed away… but close at the same time… murdering several people, ending their lives with one single shot. However… you don't need a gun to kill. Indeed… for that is true.

Spencer Reid sat there on the edge of the ambulance of Illinois, protesting towards the paramedic, saying he was fine. Eventually, the paramedic gave up and redeemed the doctor healthy, aside from the bruises and scratches.

Sighing in relief, Spencer just sat there, fiddling with his fragile but strong hands. Thoughts of the abuse went through his quirky, smart head.

"… can't shoot… laughing about it… failed… twice… both problems… will be solved… kick the snot out the kid… made my life lousy… How smart are you now… Mr. Smart… a Dalmatian could do it!"

He could almost feel the tears threatening to fall through the gates but Spencer held it tightly. He would not cry, not after all those years. Spencer knew the costs of his job; he knew his lover would never mean any of the following words and hits. However, his conscience whispered to him, 'Really? Do you think Aaron truly loves you? Ha! As if.'

'He does! Aaron would've never done that!'

'Aaron is only using you for his pleasure, to fulfill his lust. What he said as he spoke nothings into your ears is all-'

'Don't you dare!'

'…LIES!'

Spencer snarled at his conscience of the devil. He swore he was being a host for a demon, the demon taking over his mind and soon, his body. But Spencer just brushed it off, saying it was impossible. The scientists proved that, he told himself that every time it happened.

Suddenly, someone stepped into his line of vision. Looking up, he saw his boyfriend. "You alright? That was a nice shot."

Making a sarcastic comment, "I was aiming for his leg." Spencer smiled when he saw his lover's face has a faintly smile. It was small but it was there. Their conversation continued for awhile until Hotch patted his shoulder before leaving.

As Hotch walked away from his abused lover, he didn't see the pain on Spencer's face.

Spencer kept the traditional innocent smile on his face as he got into his FBI car, leaving behind his team and headed towards at their plane. It wasn't until he turned to the right, away from the street filled with police cars and ambulances did that he dropped the smile. His facial features twisted into a grimace for two different reasons.

One; his stomach felt weird, a slight dull pain. He figures it was the aftereffects of the kicks he has to suffer through.

Two; it was his relationship with his boss. Spencer felt terribly confused about their feelings toward each other. Spencer fell deeply in love with the tall, dominate, handsome man. However, the problem was, does Hotch feel the same?

Spencer Reid, the doctor of three PhDs, an IQ of 187, has an eidetic memory, reads 20,000 words per minute didn't know the answer! He didn't know what to do about it.

So deeply into his thoughts, he didn't notice he already arrived at the airport. It was a miracle he didn't get into a car accident.

After flashing the securities his FBI BAU badge, Spencer had the access to the Federal plane. Apparently, he was the first person out of their team to be there. Stowing away his bags into the case, he picked a seat next to the window at the table.

After about twenty minutes later, Gideon was the first to arrive aside from Spencer.

"Hey, Reid," He nodded at me before heaving his bag away. Then, he took a seat across from Spencer. They were chattering away about the qualifications that Spencer passed as the rest of the team appeared.

Finally, the plane took off.

When Spencer's conversation with his mentor was ending, Gideon said, "I'm proud of you."

Spencer frozen. It was extremely rare for him to get compliments especially with his horrible childhood. Or rather, lack of childhood.

Spencer just nodded, silently saying thank you towards Gideon before turning to look out the window. He absently rubbed the top part of his stomach; it was getting more difficulty to ignore the strange tingling feeling. The feeling was becoming more like dull, achy. There were some times as he shifted, it would become moderate. However when he moved back into his original position, it would go back to being mild.

He didn't see the slightly concerned look on Gideon's face.

After the plane finally landed, everyone but Spencer and Hotch went to their respectful cars and went home. When no one was around to see them, Hotch immediately held onto his boyfriend's hand. Spencer instantly blushed a red tomato color and Hotch grinned; he loved having that effect on Spencer.

The older man led his lover to their car and as soon they were inside, Hotch became from a stoned face boss to a concerned lover. "I'm so sorry for beating you up. Are sure you're alright? I know I already apologized in Illinois but I want to make sure."

Spencer sighed, "I'm alright, Aaron! We knew the risks of our relationships that came with the job. It's okay."

Hotch smiled, reaching across the car to caress Spencer's cheek. "You're so beautiful, do you know that?"

Giving the blushing native of La Vegas no time to reply, he bought his lover closer and kissed his pink lips with his own. His tongue came in contact with Spencer's lips, asking for access. Hotch was let in and his tongue explored his lover's mouth, French kissing him.

It lasted for almost two minutes until their lungs screamed for air.

Spencer panted for air, his eyes widened from the very intimidate kiss. However, Hotch just turned from him, starting the car as if nothing happened.

Thoughts of his words with his conscience slammed into him. 'What if it was true? What if Aaron is only using me? In fact, he never once says I love you. Wait, no! It only has been four weeks, six days, 22 hours, 43 minutes and 19 seconds for Heaven's sake!'

'Admit it; you are nothing but a whore to him!'

His evil conscience came back unfortunately.

'Stop it! Go away!' Spencer tried to fight back against his own mind.

'Idiot, I'm part of you. You can't make me go away!'

Spencer hissed, not answering his conscience. His hiss was apparently too loud for Hotch glanced at him.

"Are you okay?"

Spencer breathed in and out, calming himself. "Yeah, just got a slight headache- it's nothing!" He said, seeing the panicked look in Hotch's eyes. Maybe he was worried about Hotch's trust for no reason? That changed when Hotch said,

"Good, I don't want you dying on me." He smirked, jokingly.

Spencer's conscience came back on full blast, twisting his lover's words around. 'See? He doesn't freakin' care about you! Just as long you're alive to be fucked!'

Spencer almost hisses again. Almost.

Eventually, they arrived at Hotch's home. Entering the flat, Hotch quickly dropped the bags and took Spencer into his arms, about to kiss him again.

However, it was all so fast that the dull, ache inside Spencer's upper torso blasted into severe, terrible, sharp pain. He let out a heart wrenching scream, it was too much!

Hotch's eyes widened in shock, unconsciously letting the younger agent go.

With no support to hold onto, Spencer collapsed on the hardware floor. The thump made his stomach ached more. It was getting harder to breathe in; he had to take in short, quick breaths.

Finally leaving his shock, Hotch immediately fell onto the floor next to his boyfriend. "Spencer! Where does it hurt?" He was afraid of hurting Spencer more if he touched in the wrong spot.

Spencer, unable to say a word, clenched his fists above his upper chest, not touching it, rather than hovering around it.

Hotch, understanding where his lover's pain is located, ordered him, "Stay still, I'm going to call an ambulance." And with that, he left to the kitchen where the phone was. His cell-phone was sadly inside his to-go-bag, covered beneath in his clothes and there was no time to search for it.

Distressed by Hotch's leaving, Spencer cried out, emotionally and physically. "Aaaaaarrrron!" His pain was so intense that tears began to escape through the gate; the gate he worked so hard to keep it tight.

Breathing was getting harder to do and blackness was covering the edges of his vision. Everything was getting darker and Spencer was terrified of it.

He wanted the reassertions of his lover but where was he? Why was he not here beside him? Why was he taking so long? Was he even calling the department?

'I told you, he never loved you, let alone liked!'

Ignoring his conscience, tears wept down his cheeks. "Aaarron…" He whispered at the air until it was too unbearable. He closed his eyes and lost conscious. The last thing he ever saw was the alarmed look on his partner's face.

Maybe… Just maybe he was just being ridiculous… Just maybe, Aaron really did love him.

To be continued…