Anything For You

Anything For You

 

Hatochiisai

 

I do not own Criminal Minds, or The Fellowship of the Ring

 

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

 

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Chapter 10

 

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When Reid awoke, he knew that he had a fever.  Shane was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently running a cool wet cloth over the young man’s face.  Reid was silently grateful.  It felt so good on his burning skin…  but his heart ached.  He wanted Hotch…  Morgan.  Garcia…  he wanted his family.  His team.  But instead, he was lying in bed at the mercy of the sadistic lunatic who had convinced himself that Spencer Reid was destined to be his mate.

 

Reid sipped the water and broth that was offered to him, and cringed at the medicine, but he took it without protest.  All day he drifted in and out of a fevered sleep.  He briefly wondered if the fever had been brought on due to his wound, or possibly just due to all of the stress AND injuries he had sustained.  He guessed that it was both.  The latest injury had probably been the final straw on his drained body.  So much anguish…  so much pain…  it had just become too much.  And Reid was relieved to be able to just…  sleep. 

 

When he finally woke and felt well enough to sit up on his own, Shane was right there, smiling.

 

“Hey…”  The man said, gently.  “Look who’s back.”  Reid blinked at him.  “You’ve been sleeping for the past three days.”

 

“…  Whuh…  what?”  Reid gasped, running his tongue over dry lips.

 

“You got sick.”

 

“…  I feel like it.”  Reid admitted, nodding.  “…  Hotch and Rossi?”

 

“…  Cursing a blue streak every time I have any contact with them, but fine.  They’re worried about you.”  Shane told the young Agent.

 

“…  Can I see them?”  Reid asked.

 

“…  After you eat.”  Shane relented.  And so Reid ate the light lunch that was given, and when he was finished, Shane brought Rossi into the room at gun point. 

 

“Hey kid.”  Rossi said, smiling slightly.  “You look like hell.”

 

“…  Hm.  I’m uh…  I’m not surprised.”  Reid said, smiling slightly.  Rossi slowly moved across the room and sat down at the edge of the bed. 

 

“You okay?”

 

“…  I feel…  tired.”  Reid admitted.  “Like I ran a marathon with cinderblocks tied to my wrists and ankles.”

 

“…  You look like the undead.”

 

“Oh.  Vampire.  Nice.”  Reid snorted, smiling slightly, and Rossi chuckled.

 

“Aaron’s been going out of mind with worry.”

 

“…  He worries too much.”

 

“…  He has every reason to worry about you, Reid.  You aren’t exactly known for um…  staying out of harm’s way.”

 

“…  Thanks for reminding me.”  Reid snorted, sinking slightly into the pillows.

 

“…  He’s blaming himself.”

 

“Of course he is…”  Reid groaned.  “I’ll set him straight.”

 

“Yeah.  Good luck with that.”  Rossi said, standing as Shane tugged his sleeve.  “Get better, kid.”

 

“Thanks.”  Reid said, nodding to the senior profiler.  A few minutes later, Hotch all but rushed into the room.

 

“Spencer!”

 

“Hotch.  I’m fine.”  Reid said, calmly.  Hotch was immediately beside him, reaching out and laying a hand on Reid’s face, feeling the hot sweaty forehead.

 

“You’re burning up.”

 

“I’m better than I was.  I’m sorry Hotch.”

 

“…  For what?  I’m the one that screwed up, Reid.  I’m sorry.  I just…”

 

“You wanted to protect me.  I know.  I probably would have done the same thing for you, Hotch.”  Reid said, laying a hand on Hotch’s wrist as the man cupped Reid’s cheek in his own palm.

 

“…  I’m sorry.”  Hotch said.

 

“…  It’s okay.  I’m fine.”  Reid assured him.  He watched sadly as Shane moved forward then, pulling Hotch away by the arm.  Hotch looked like he was going to fight back, but a pleading look from Reid made him simmer down and go quietly.  Reid sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes lightly.  Hotch and Rossi were safe.  That was all that mattered.  Now he had to focus on getting them out…

 

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Perry, his team, and the half of Hotch’s team all looked up when two…  no, THREE Technical Analysts burs into the room.  Lynch, Barta and Garcia all started talking at once, waving papers around.

 

“Hey…  Enough!”  Perry groaned, standing and lifting a half to silence the three excited people.  “One at a time.”  Barta opened his mouth to speak, but Kevin Lynch cut him off.

 

“Penelope?”  Kevin offered, holding his hand out to the woman in invitation to speak.  Barta blinked, then closed his mouth.

 

“I think we’ve got something.”  She said, and laid papers down.  “Shane Harvey used an alias to rent a small house.  Out here.”  And she pointed on a map.

 

“…  That’s remote…”  Kehoe said, slowly.  “Would be approximately a three hour drive or so…”  She looked at Emily, who met her glance.

 

“Here are blue prints.”  Barta added in, shoving it past Perry and towards Morgan.  “Look familiar?”

 

“…  Actually…  yeah!”  Morgan exclaimed, leaning over it. 

 

“Oh my God…”  Emily gasped, looking over Morgan’s shoulder.  “That’s it!”

 

“…  Then we leave NOW.”  Perry said urgently.  “Let’s go.”  There was a slight pause, and then everyone leapt up, grabbing coats and heading for the door.

 

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“You know…”  Reid said, slowly.  “It’s only a matter of time before they find us.”  Shane yawned and rolled over, looking at the young man.  “They’re the best in the world.”

 

“…  But they’re three men down.”  Shane pointed out.

 

“No.  They have a whole other team working on this case.”  Reid told him.  “Perry’s team is good.”

 

“Not as good as your team.”  Shane said, grinning proudly and running his hand through Reid’s hair.  “They don’t have YOU.”

 

“My team is brilliant without me.  Do you know about my kidnapping in Georgia?”

 

“Huh?”  Shane asked.

 

“I was abducted and tortured by a man with Dissociative Identity Disorder.  My team managed to find me with a couple of small clues I was able to leave them.  But no one else would have managed to make sense of them.  My team is brilliant.  They don’t NEED me.”

 

“But they’re all the better because of you.”

 

“We’re all the better because of each and every person.”  Reid said, shaking his head.  “But Perry’s team is good, too.  And with the help of MY team, I wouldn’t be surprised if they were on their way here right now.”  Reid said.  “We should move.”

 

“Move?”  Shane asked, lifting a head and looking down at Reid.

 

“To a new location.  For safety.”  Reid said.

 

“…  Why?  So you and the other two can jump me in the car?!”  Shane hissed, gripping Reid’s shoulders and rolling to hang over him.  Reid shook his head.

 

“…  Leave them here.  And we’ll leave.  Just you and me.”  Reid said, gently.  “No reason to take Hotch and Rossi.  They’ll only slow you down.”

 

“…  alright.”  Shane sighed, and nodded.  Reid stared.  He almost couldn’t believe it.  “We’ll leave.”  And he leaned down, and kissed Reid.  Reid grimaced, but let him.  Shane’s lips and hands began to move over Reid’s body.  Shane misinterpreted Reid’s whimper, and slid the boy’s pants off of his hips.  Reid squirmed, heart pounding as a feeling of revulsion overwhelmed him.  Bile rose in his throat, burning his esophagus, but he swallowed it down, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as Shane spread his legs and shoved two fingers up into Reid’s body, making the boy hiss and wince.

 

“Shhhh…”  Shane hissed, drawing his fingers in and out of Reid’s body as he pressed a kiss to his forehead.  Reid chewed his lower lip and tired to focus on the pain in his abdomen rather than what Shane was doing to him.  But less than a minutes later, the pain in his abdomen was overpowered by the pain between his legs as the…  sadly well endowed man forced his length into Reid’s inadequately prepared and already injured body.  Reid jerked and yelped, trying to squirm away from the unwanted intrusion.  But Shane held his hips tightly and moved in and out of Reid’s body with long, powerful thrusts.

 

Reid closed his eyes tightly and swallowed, trying to retreat within his own mind…  He chose a book at random and began to mentally read it to himself.

 

‘I will climb up,’ said Legolas.  ‘I am at home among the trees, by root or by bough, though these trees are of a strange kind to me, save as a name in song.  Mellyrn they are called, and are those that bear the yellow blossom, but I have never climbed in one.  I will see now what is their shape and way of growth.’

 

‘Whatever it may be,’ said Pippin, ‘they will be marvelous trees indeed if they can offer any rest at night, except to birds.  I cannot sleep on a perch!’

 

‘Then dig a hole in the ground,’ said Legolas, ‘if that is more after the fashion of your kind.  But you must dig swift and deep, if you wish to hide from Orcs.’  He sprang lightly up from the ground and caught a branch that grew from the trunk high above his head.  But even as he swung there for a moment, a voice spoke suddenly from the tree-shadows above him.

 

‘Daro!’ it said in a commanding tone, and Legolas dropped back to earth in surprise and fear.  He shrank against the bole of the tree. 

 

‘Stand still!’ he whispered to the others.  ‘Do not move or speak!’

 

Reid’s mental recitation was cut off when a spike of pain shot up his spine.  ”Ah!”  He yelped, and felt Shane release within him.  The man groaned and withdrew, then picked Reid up and carried him into the bathroom.  He ran a shallow bath and set Reid in it.

 

“Get cleaned up.”  He said, then stepped into the shower himself.  Reid sighed and did as he was told, using the washcloth and gingerly running it over his skin.  When both Shane and Reid were finished, Shane pushed Reid back down onto the bed and changed his bandages, cleaning the knife wound.  Reid peered down at it himself…  it was starting to show signs of infection.  Shane noticed this too, and applied some antibacterial salve before wrapping it up again.  Then he helped Reid dress, and packed a couple of bags. 

 

“Make us some sandwiches.”  He said.  Reid blinked and did as he was told as the man took the bags out to car.  But instead of opening the door, he pulled a knife and slashed the tires.  Reid watched through the window as Shane walked over to an old tarp covering something and whipped it aside.  It was an old dark green jeep with tinted windows.  Great…  he was going to switch cars.  Shane tossed the luggage into the trunk, then returned to the house.  There, he helped Reid get into some sneakers and a jacket.  “Wait by the car.”  He said, and Reid nodded, turning and walking outside.  It was getting colder.

 

Reid turned when he heard the door open, and voices call his name.  Rossi and Hotch were stumbling out of the house, hands up, being held at gunpoint.  Shane looked at Reid.

 

“…  You have five minutes.”  He said, and lowered the weapon.  Reid stared at him a moment, then ran forwards.  Hotch and Rossi both met him, and Reid flung his arms around Hotch, kissing him fiercely.

 

“What’s going on?”  Rossi demanded.

 

“…  He’s letting you go.”  Reid said, smiling.  “Both of you.”

 

“Reid, I’m not leaving you.”  Hotch said, firmly.

 

“…  You’re not.”  Reid said, giving him a sad look.  “I am.”

 

“What?”

 

“Shane and I are leaving.  You’re staying here.  Call the others.  Go home.”

 

“Spencer…”  Hotch gasped, eyes wide.

 

“…  Just promise me one thing.”  Reid said.  The two elder agents looked at him.  “…  Promise me that you’ll have me home in time for Christmas?”

 

“…  I promise.”  Hotch said, his voice ragged.  He pulled Reid close and held him for a long time.  When he stepped back, Reid removed the chain and ring from his neck and handed it to Hotch.

 

“I want this back Aaron.”  He said.  Hotch just nodded.

 

“Back in the house.”  Shane ordered suddenly, looking at Hotch and Rossi.  “Spencer, get in the car.”  Rossi reached out and gripped Reid’s shoulder, nodding to the young man, and Reid and Hotch embraced, sharing another kiss.  Shane snarled and jerked Hotch away.  “I said back in the house!”  He snapped.  Hotch looked back at Reid one last time, then turned and walked into the house.  Reid sighed, watching the man go.  When the door closed, Reid turned and allowed Shane to guide him to the car with an arm around his shoulders.

 

He climbed in and fastened his seatbelt, and Shane started the engine, quickly turning the heater on.  As the car pulled away, Reid turned and looked back at the house.  Rossi and Hotch stood side by side, watching them through the window.  Rossi was already on the phone.  But Hotch…  Reid’s heart broke.  He had never seen Aaron looking so helpless…  and for a moment, Reid thought he saw a tear running down the man’s face.  Then they rounded a bend in the road, and were gone.

 

“Where shall we go?”  Shane asked.  Reid turned and looked at him for a moment, then leaned back in the seat and pulled the jacket closer around himself, shivering.

 

“…  It doesn’t matter.”  Reid mumbled.

 

“Alright then.  We’ll just drive.”  Shane said, nodding.  He smiled and reached out, taking Reid’s fingers in his own and lifting it up, pressing his lips to the back of his hand.  Reid gave him a forced smile, then turned and looked out the window, watching the trees fly by.  After an hour, Reid dozed off…  He was not awake to see the caravan of black SUV’s pass by them on the other side of the road.  Shane glanced at Reid and smirked, continuing on…

 

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“Bastard cut the wire!”  Rossi snapped as he and Hotch stared at the severed wire.  They couldn’t call for help.

 

“…  Think we can hotwire that thing?”  Hotch asked, looking at the car that Shane left behind.

 

“I think we should stay put for now.”  Rossi said.  “Profile this house.  When the others find us we’ll need to find Reid.  Maybe something in this house will tell us where Shane is taking him.”  Hotch looked at Rossi, then sighed and nodded.  The pair went into the house.  “You get to work profiling the house.  I’ll make us some lunch.”  Hotch blinked at Rossi.  The man shrugged.  “I’m hungry.”  Hotch sighed and rolled his eyes, going to the bedroom.  He stared at the sheets.  A small amount of blood was smeared across the middle of the bed…  as well as semen.  Hotch narrowed his eyes and tightly clenched his fists.  The rage in him was almost overwhelming.

 

He went through the house, but found nothing.  The place seemed rented.  There were no personal items…  no photos…  He raided the kitchen.  Everything was fresh.  Usually people had cans of vegetables and soups in their pantry that had expired.  But there wasn’t a single can.  They all had a shelf life of at least another year.  He took a brief break to eat some leftovers with Rossi. 

 

They heard the cars a moment before they saw them through the windows.  Morgan was the first out, running for the house, pulling his gun.  Perry and his team, and the rest of Hotch’s team followed.  Rossi opened the door.

 

“Good afternoon.”  He said with a bright smile.  “We have turkey if you want it.”

 

The FBI Agents skidded to a stop, looking startled and confused.  Despite his worry for Reid, Hotch couldn’t pass this up.  He appeared behind Rossi in the doorway and forked some mashed potatoes into his mouth from the plate.

 

“You and Reid did good, Agent Prentiss.”  He said.  “These potatoes are great.”

”Too bad Reid ate all of the green bean casserole.”  Rossi chuckled.

 

“…  You’re okay?”  Perry asked, shoving past Hotch’s stunned teammates.

 

“We’re fine.”  Rossi said, nodding.

 

“Where’s Shane Harvey.”  Agent Kehoe asked.

 

“Gone.”  Rossi growled, now looking nowhere near amused.

 

“…  He took Reid with him.”  Hotch added in, setting his plate aside.  As hungry as he was, he suddenly didn’t want to eat anymore.

 

“Where did he go?!”  Morgan demanded.

 

“…  We don’t know.”  Rossi admitted.  “There’s nothing in this house to suggest their location.”

 

“What is he driving?”  Patroni called from where he was inspecting the slashed tires of Shane’s vehicle.

 

“…  Dark green jeep.”  Hotchner said.

 

“…  What?”  JJ gasped, suddenly looking horrified.  “But…  We…  We passed one.  On our way out here.”

 

“…  Oh God.”  Emily gasped, closing her eyes.

 

“…  You mean…”  JJ whimpered, staring at Hotch, “That we drove right by Spence…  and just…  let him go?”  Hotch sighed, and looked away.  The blonde was now in tears.  He moved to Morgan and Prentiss.

 

“I’m glad to see you two got back alright.”  He said, then shivered.  It was very cold.  It was going to start to snow, soon.

 

“Hotch.  You need to change, man.”  Morgan said.  “I brought your Go Bag, just in case.”  Hotch nodded.

 

“Right.  Then, we’ll track down Reid.”

 

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Reid probably could have slept all night.  But his bladder had different ideas.  Grumbling, he shifted and opened his eyes.

 

“Nice nap?”  Shane asked.  Reid blinked and looked around, then remembered. 

 

“Oh.  Yeah.  Listen, I need to go to the bathroom.”  He admitted.  Shane nodded.

 

“There’s a gas station right up here.”  He said, and pulled over.  The pair climbed out of the car and scurried into the station to escape the cold.  Reid made a beeline for the bathroom, locking himself in a stall.  A moment later, the bathroom door opened and Shane chuckled as he walked in. 

 

“Had to go that bad, didja?”

 

“Yes.  Shut up.”  Reid snorted, and Shane laughed again, also getting into a stall.  Reid blinked and his mind raced.  Now was his chance.  He finished up, washed his hands and left, calling, “I’m gonna grab a snack!”

 

“Okay!  Be out to pay in a minute!”  Shane called.  And Reid hurried to the counter.  He snatched a pen from the counter and grabbed the hand of the cashier.  She blinked, startled, and her manager moved closer, making sure that the agitated young man didn’t try anything.  He was able to overhear his words.

 

“Listen to me very carefully.”  Reid hissed, glancing at the bathroom.  “I am FBI Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid.  I’ve been abducted by the man I’m with.  He is armed and dangerous.”  He said, scribbling on the woman’s palm with the pen.  She stared at him, eyes wide as the words tumbled out of his mouth.  “I need you to act completely normal.  When we leave, I need you to call my boss, Agent Hotchner, at this number.  Tell him I’m okay, and which direction we’re going in.  Green Jeep, here is the license plate number.”  And he scribbled that onto her palm then dropped the pen, turned, and scurried to the other side of the store, making himself a coffee and grabbing a package of

Gummi Worms and a bag of Doritos.  A moment later, Shane came out. 

 

The cashier looked terrified.  Reid inwardly groaned.  She wouldn’t be able to hold it together.  Then, her manager appeared, gently pushing her away from the register.  The manager caught eyes with Reid and nodded discreetly.  Reid flashed him a small smile, watching as the young woman hurried to the back.  Reid walked up to the counter, and was joined by Shane.  Between the pair, they left with two coffees, three sodas, twinkies, chips, pumpkin seeds, and a load of Gummi Worms.

 

The manager rang them up and sent them on their way, the cashier returning to her place.  As the jeep pulled away, he saw the manager taking the phone from its place and dialing, the cashier holding her palm up for him to see.  Satisfied with being able to leave Hotch a trail to follow, Reid relaxed and enjoyed his coffee.

 

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Everyone stopped talking when they heard the phone.  Hotch blinked, turning and looking down at his Go Bag.  “You brought my phone?”  He asked Morgan, and pulled it out.  He frowned.  He didn’t know the number.

 

“Hotchner.”  He answered.

 

“…  FBI Agent Hotchner?”  A man asked, uncertainly.

 

“…  Yes?”

 

“My name is Arnold Gray.  I’m the manager at the Exxon station a few miles south of Doswell on 95.”  The man said, and Hotch blinked.  “I just had two fellas in here, and one of them wrote your number on my cashier’s hand, said he was an FBI Agent and that the other guy had kidnapped him.”  Hotch’s eyes widened and he turned to the team. 

 

“Get to the cars!  Exxon south of Doswell on 95!  Reid was just there!”  He ordered, then turned his attention back to the phone as they all piled into the cars and took off, lights and sirens blaring.  But dammit, the guy was at least two hours ahead of them…

 

“what happened, Mr. Gray?”  Hotch asked.

 

“He came out of the bathroom, wrote your number and said that he had been abducted.  He said to call you and let you know that he’s alright.  They’re heading southbound.  Green SUV, older model and uh…  Cassie, let me see your hand again…  uh…  plate numbers 43X FW6.”

 

“Morgan.  Plate number 43X FW6.”  Hotch repeated.  “Have Garcia run it and JJ, I want an APB out on that car for the State of Virginia and every surrounding state!  Let them know that the suspect is 42 year old Shane Harvey, he is armed and dangerous, wanting for the kidnappings of six Federal Agents, one of which he currently has as a hostage.”

 

Arnold Gray listened to the man on the other end talk, stunned.  Holy crap, that kid was telling the truth!

 

“Mr. Gray, my team will be on site shortly, I want security camera footage of every move they made and I want to know EVERY thing he told you.  Or behaviors he displayed.  ANY detail could be crucial.”

 

“Yessir.”  Mr. Gray said, nodding eagerly.  Oh, this was gonna be a good one to tell the boys that night over their rounds of beer.  Hotch hung up and stared at the road.  Perry was driving.  The blonde man looked at the other Unit Cheif.

 

“What’s going on now?”  Perry asked.  Hotch smirked slightly.

 

“Reid is leaving us a trail.”