Fic ~ Blood and Darkness |snippet| ~ Implied Slash
Title: Blood and Darkness |snippet|
Author: Shining Zephyr
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: FRT
Genre: Romance/Suspense
Pairing: Hotch/Reid established
Summary: Spencer Reid's been MIA for five days, and the BAU is lost without their residential genius. When a formal investigation takes a turn for the worse, Hotch decides to take matters into his own hands...
Author Notes: HEEE. Because it had to be done. Only a snippet. I might write more later. Also, I blame backtothelight . YAY FOR GETTING INSPIRATION KINDA BACK.
Something hit him like a ton of bricks. It had taken a moment, but that was all the other man needed. In a flash, Evans was running down the street and taking the corner with a twist of his frame around the others. Hotch didn’t move for a moment, brain still trying to process the fact that Evans was, in fact, working for whoever had decided kidnapping Spencer was a good idea. With the pieces falling into place, another idea was planted into his mind. It was bait for the other side to come out, for the locked-up darkness that Aaron harbored and never showed.
Unfortunately, it was no longer “locked up.”
‘Find him,’ his mind whispered.
And like that, with eyes narrowed, Hotch picked up his feet and ran. He took the corner, nearly careening into the bystanders before seeing Evans in the crowd. By this time, the UnSub was ducking into an alleyway and taking a glance behind him before his eyes widened. Hotch was breaking through the crowds, a glint in his eyes that certainly wasn’t there before. Panicked, he moved farther into the corridor. There wasn’t a chance in Hell this guy knew anything about alleyways. Even if he was an FBI agent.
There was one little problem with this theory, however. He wasn’t just an FBI agent. He was one with a gun and a very nasty grudge.
It took a moment, but Hotch had stopped in front of the alleyway. He was panting with a hand at his side. There was a very low growl from his throat, one that consistently turned Spencer on in so many ways. But this one was far from arousing-it was a threatening one, a snarl that showed he was protective. Nothing was going to touch his Spencer Reid.
“You have nowhere to run, Evans!” Hotch barked, slowly walking down the alley. “So you may as well come out!”
“Why should I?” the voice taunted him back, echoing down the corridor. “Either way, I’m pretty much dead from talking to you! And I’ll tell you I have no way I’m going to be killed by an FBI agent!”
The hand moved the suit jacket out of the way, and Hotch gripped his gun, pulling it out and glancing around. He had no intention on killing Evans. What he wanted to do, however, definitely was going to require some intimidation-something Hotch was willing to use in his current state of mind. “Trust me. I have no intention on killing you,” he ground out.
Evans snorted. Hotch closed his eyes, forcing his hands steady as he continued to walk down the deserted alley. “Why’s your gun out, then?”
That only got a rise out of the agent as his eyes narrowed. “Shut up.”
“What the hell are you gonna do to me…” And from behind Hotch, Evans suddenly leaned in and whispered, “…old man?”
It took but two seconds for Hotch’s elbow to snap back and hit the UnSub squarely in the face. Evans stumbled back slightly, only to find the profiler pushing into him with his arm and slamming him up against the wall. It was against his chest for a moment before it slid up his shirt and rested at his neck. It wasn’t a light rest either- Hotch pushed. Evans was stunned; he stared at Hotch with a new fear in his eyes. “Okay, whoa! Hold on!”
Hotch matched the fear with his own fury, snarling lowly and pulling that gun up. It was aimed at Evans now, voice low. “Where is he?”
“I-I… p-put it down!”
“WHERE IS HE?” Hotch bellowed, cocking the gun and pushing his arm into Evans’s windpipe. There was almost a guttural roar to his voice, and God help the man who was being pinned to the wall. “WHERE IS SPENCER REID?”
The gun was at his temple now, eyes blazing as the finger itched to pull the trigger. Evans’s eyes widened in shock, and Hotch leaned in close. “You better tell me where he is. Right now. Or so help me…”
“Okay! Okay!” Evans struggled a little, shaking his head. “I’ll give you my boss! The name of my boss!”
Hotch waited. The arm pushed a little harder.
“Richard McKenna!” he choked out. “Richard McKenna! I swear to God, that’s his name!”
It took a moment, but Hotch finally let him go with a slight shove. Evans dropped to the concrete with a whimper, looking up at the profiler dazedly. With narrowed eyes, he turned on his heel and began to walk away.
There was the sound of grunting, and… “…you won’t find him. Boss’ll make sure of that.”
Aaron turned around. Evans shrunk back against the wall at the sight in the darkness. For a moment, he thought those eyes were glowing.
“I will find him. And I will make you regret ever laying a finger on him.”
Author: Shining Zephyr
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: FRT
Genre: Romance/Suspense
Pairing: Hotch/Reid established
Summary: Spencer Reid's been MIA for five days, and the BAU is lost without their residential genius. When a formal investigation takes a turn for the worse, Hotch decides to take matters into his own hands...
Author Notes: HEEE. Because it had to be done. Only a snippet. I might write more later. Also, I blame backtothelight . YAY FOR GETTING INSPIRATION KINDA BACK.
Something hit him like a ton of bricks. It had taken a moment, but that was all the other man needed. In a flash, Evans was running down the street and taking the corner with a twist of his frame around the others. Hotch didn’t move for a moment, brain still trying to process the fact that Evans was, in fact, working for whoever had decided kidnapping Spencer was a good idea. With the pieces falling into place, another idea was planted into his mind. It was bait for the other side to come out, for the locked-up darkness that Aaron harbored and never showed.
Unfortunately, it was no longer “locked up.”
‘Find him,’ his mind whispered.
And like that, with eyes narrowed, Hotch picked up his feet and ran. He took the corner, nearly careening into the bystanders before seeing Evans in the crowd. By this time, the UnSub was ducking into an alleyway and taking a glance behind him before his eyes widened. Hotch was breaking through the crowds, a glint in his eyes that certainly wasn’t there before. Panicked, he moved farther into the corridor. There wasn’t a chance in Hell this guy knew anything about alleyways. Even if he was an FBI agent.
There was one little problem with this theory, however. He wasn’t just an FBI agent. He was one with a gun and a very nasty grudge.
It took a moment, but Hotch had stopped in front of the alleyway. He was panting with a hand at his side. There was a very low growl from his throat, one that consistently turned Spencer on in so many ways. But this one was far from arousing-it was a threatening one, a snarl that showed he was protective. Nothing was going to touch his Spencer Reid.
“You have nowhere to run, Evans!” Hotch barked, slowly walking down the alley. “So you may as well come out!”
“Why should I?” the voice taunted him back, echoing down the corridor. “Either way, I’m pretty much dead from talking to you! And I’ll tell you I have no way I’m going to be killed by an FBI agent!”
The hand moved the suit jacket out of the way, and Hotch gripped his gun, pulling it out and glancing around. He had no intention on killing Evans. What he wanted to do, however, definitely was going to require some intimidation-something Hotch was willing to use in his current state of mind. “Trust me. I have no intention on killing you,” he ground out.
Evans snorted. Hotch closed his eyes, forcing his hands steady as he continued to walk down the deserted alley. “Why’s your gun out, then?”
That only got a rise out of the agent as his eyes narrowed. “Shut up.”
“What the hell are you gonna do to me…” And from behind Hotch, Evans suddenly leaned in and whispered, “…old man?”
It took but two seconds for Hotch’s elbow to snap back and hit the UnSub squarely in the face. Evans stumbled back slightly, only to find the profiler pushing into him with his arm and slamming him up against the wall. It was against his chest for a moment before it slid up his shirt and rested at his neck. It wasn’t a light rest either- Hotch pushed. Evans was stunned; he stared at Hotch with a new fear in his eyes. “Okay, whoa! Hold on!”
Hotch matched the fear with his own fury, snarling lowly and pulling that gun up. It was aimed at Evans now, voice low. “Where is he?”
“I-I… p-put it down!”
“WHERE IS HE?” Hotch bellowed, cocking the gun and pushing his arm into Evans’s windpipe. There was almost a guttural roar to his voice, and God help the man who was being pinned to the wall. “WHERE IS SPENCER REID?”
The gun was at his temple now, eyes blazing as the finger itched to pull the trigger. Evans’s eyes widened in shock, and Hotch leaned in close. “You better tell me where he is. Right now. Or so help me…”
“Okay! Okay!” Evans struggled a little, shaking his head. “I’ll give you my boss! The name of my boss!”
Hotch waited. The arm pushed a little harder.
“Richard McKenna!” he choked out. “Richard McKenna! I swear to God, that’s his name!”
It took a moment, but Hotch finally let him go with a slight shove. Evans dropped to the concrete with a whimper, looking up at the profiler dazedly. With narrowed eyes, he turned on his heel and began to walk away.
There was the sound of grunting, and… “…you won’t find him. Boss’ll make sure of that.”
Aaron turned around. Evans shrunk back against the wall at the sight in the darkness. For a moment, he thought those eyes were glowing.
“I will find him. And I will make you regret ever laying a finger on him.”