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Title: Let the Right One In
Chapter 5
Summary: AU Vampire!Hotch. Werewolf!Morgan. The BAU members are all supernatural creatures on two sides of a war. Poor, clueless human Spencer gets caught in the middle.
Pairing: Slash Hotch/Reid
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Hey! Thanks to everyone for reviewing! Im happy there seem to be some people interested after all :-)
Again, sorry for going all Twilight on you last time, I was gonna edit it but then I figured every vampire/werewolf story is kind of about the same topic and people who read them know that, too. So instead I'm just going to promise that Aaron wont sparkle and Derek will keep his shirt on (most of the time ;-))
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Chapter 5: Help
Spencer was beginning to feel more than a little uncertain.
Penelope had warned him about coming here, had reminded him that the people in this part of town were usually thugs if not worse. So far, nothing he had seen helped any to dispel those doubts.
The scene he had walked into looked like it was taken right out of a film noir, shady back office with only a small desk lamp, windows and shutters closed, giving the room a stuffy atmosphere. Completing the picture was a dark haired man in a tailored suit sitting behind an old desk, his face in shadows as he told him to enter.
All in all not a very reassuring scenario.
Spencer took a deep breath, trying to swallow down his nervousness as he sat down and began talking, not sure if the man in front of him was even really listening. For Derek, he reminded himself.
So he started at the beginning, telling Aaron Hotchner about his relationship with Derek, about his friend´s general persona and how that had changed so radically in one night. He didn't leave anything out, not the scene in their apartment, not the crazy story of David biting Derek and then making him drive off into the unknown with him.
All the while he felt dark eyes watching him intently, seemingly glued to his face. They were the only part of the man's face which was not cast in shadow and he was getting more and more nervous with every second they stared at him in silence.
His fingers clenched around the satchel in his lap nervously as he finished his story and the man still didn't say anything.
This was getting really creepy. He knew his story sounded unbelievable, but if he wasn't going to help him why didn't he just interrupt him now?
Maybe he should just leave and take his chances elsewhere before he ended up face down in a gutter somewhere.
It almost seemed like the guy was reading his thoughts though because the second he decided to get up and get out, he finally leaned forward, into the light.
Probably in his early thirties, Aaron Hotchner was as tall, dark and handsome as they came. A strong jaw rested on the palm of his hand as he leaned forward to look at Spencer out of eyes that suddenly seemed far less intimidating than drawing, a strange intensity to them.
"That's quite the story, Mr. Reid," he said, his voice suave instead of gruff again, perfectly in control.
Spencer felt his breath catch, something about that voice and those eyes spreading a pleasant sort of warmth low in his stomach, making him forget all about his worries instantly.
"Spencer," he offered without thinking and a small smile appeared on the man's face.
"Spencer," he drew the name out slightly and Spencer gulped, feeling a flush creep up his neck. "What can I do for you?"
It took the mention of his need for help for Spencer to snap out of his momentary lapse. He blinked harshly, taking a moment to collect himself and remember why he was here. There was no time to get distracted by dubious yet attractive men right now, not while Derek was in danger. This man said he could help him; that was all that mattered right now.
"I need help finding Derek. Do you think you'd be able to find him if you took the case?"
Hotchner assessed him thoughtfully for a long moment. Luckily, he didn't seem to have noticed Spencer's odd behavior because he leaned back slightly, looking at him not quite as intently. "I have methods, contacts," he explained vaguely, "But first I would like to ask you some more questions if you don't mind."
"Of course."
Hotchner nodded silently, regarding his desk lamp for a couple of moments before turning back to Spencer.
"Describe this David again."
Spencer gulped, trying not to get distracted again by the dark eyes fixating him. He wasn't quite sure yet whether to find this Aaron Hotchner creepy or drawing. All he knew was he really needed to focus on other things right now. "He was of average build, maybe in his late fifties. Dark hair, dark goatee, expensive suit. I…he was sort of scary, in an underlying way. I thought for sure he was going to grab Derek and drag him off but he just…"
"He just what?" Hotchner pressed.
"Well," Spencer hesitated before elaborating, "it's going to sound odd, but he ordered him to get in the car in this really odd tone of voice, like, he was pronouncing every single word…it almost seemed like he was…"
"Controlling him?" Spencer looked up in surprise when the other man finished his sentence without even a second´s hesitance.
"Yes," he nodded, hesitant. "Does that sound crazy?"
He didn't really have to ask; he knew exactly what it sounded like which was why he was sort of surprised the investigator was even indulging him in the first place. It was hard to tell what Hotchner was thinking, his eyes and face still carefully guarded, but at least he sounded like he was taking him seriously.
"It depends," he replied after a moment, "Did he say anything else?"
Spencer nodded, "Derek told me he said something right before he attacked him. I think it was in Latin: In aeternum meus es tu."
„You will be mine forever."
The translation came over Aaron´s lips before he could think. Surprisingly, it felt good to repeat the words and pretend they were his own, especially while looking at the tempting young man in front of him.
Ten minutes into their conversation he was feeling a little more in control than at the beginning -enough so that he didn't think he would pounce on the unsuspecting man at least - even though his stomach still clenched in hunger every couple of minutes and he had to actively keep his fangs from coming out.
It was a miracle his mind even processed what he was telling him.
The intensity of his reaction was still shocking to him. He wanted this man so badly it almost hurt physically. If he focused just a bit he could hear the pulse thrumming underneath his thin skin…could all but taste…
He didn't waste much time pondering why he might be feeling what he felt, knowing that it was in his nature to be ruled by instinct, by hunger. Over two centuries as a vampire had taught him as much. He didn't lose his calm often, something he was actually proud of -but apparently, there was an exception to every rule.
The real question was how he was going to deal with that. As much as he craved to, he could hardly grab and drink this kid right here in his office. There was a reason he only ever fed out in the dark streets on scum or drunk people who wouldn't see him coming, wouldn't remember him the next day or would have no one to tell.
This was different. Spencer knew his face, where he worked. If he fed on him he would know of his secret -unless he shut him up for good.
Aaron swallowed hard, finding himself appalled by his own thoughts. He was a hunter, but he didn't kill unless he had to. It was unnecessary in a city as big as this one and it would only attract unnecessary attention to their kind.
But what other option was there as unsure as he was of his own self control? Sending him away for his own good? Better to leave him alone with his search than to leave him with a couple of fangs in his neck, right?
"Exactly," Spencer´s voice interrupted his train of thought just then, clearly surprised by his quick translation, "What…do you think that means?"
Aaron frowned slightly, refocusing. He knew exactly what that meant, that they were looking for the same David -and in consequence he knew exactly what had happened to Derek Morgan.
The thing was, he couldn't really tell his client without using upsetting words like werewolf, vampire and clan fights.
And he couldn't involve him without risking his life.
The solution was simple. He couldn't take the case. Not officially at least.
"Whatever it means," he phrased his answer carefully, "it makes it likely that Mr. Morgan is still alive and well somewhere."
He watched as Spencer's brows furrowed, worry etched into his features, "But he was sick…what if-?"
"We don't know that for sure." Aaron said soothingly, doing his best to look reassuring somehow, "I'm sure your friend is fine."
He had all the information Spencer could give him. Now all he really had to do was to tell his client that he couldn't help him and send him on his merry way hoping he wouldn't do something as stupid as trying to find David Rossi himself -and that Derek Morgan would be to preoccupied with his new life to come looking for him.
Then he could forget about this incident and go look for Rossi on his own.
That's right, just send him away and your problems will be solved.
Looking at Spencer though, the words seemed to get lost somehow, fading into the background as his focus was drawn elsewhere. The thought of just letting him walk out of here didn't sit right for some reason.
Maybe, he found himself reasoning…maybe it wasn't such a good idea to just send him away. After all, with the way Spencer had described their relationship it was entirely possible that Derek might just come find him once he had gone through the change, right? And then he´d get hurt anyway.
"Tell me again what happened when you confronted Morgan that night," he found himself saying instead of what he´d planned.
Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, obviously not comfortable recalling that incident in detail. He had barely touched on that topic earlier, his inability to look at him throughout telling Aaron that there was much more too know.
"He sort of grabbed me and pushed me against the wall," Spencer recalled, nervously tucking his hair behind his ear, "I tried to ask him what was wrong but it was like he couldn't even hear me…he just was all up in my space and wouldn't back off, and I got really scared. He doesn't usually act that way, you know, he would never…not while in his right mind…"
Aaron nodded slowly. Turbulent emotions and impulsive behavior were more than common during transition periods for both his and David´s kind. Everything was intensified. One became angry within seconds, lost control over minor issues, reacted differently to the people around.
This Derek's reaction seemed unusually strong though considering there hadn't been any kind of provocation from Spencer.
He briefly wondered if Derek had acted that way because he had been affected by the young man´s scent in the same way as he. That was very unlikely though. Werewolves relied on scent, yes, but they didnt react with hunger or want like vampires would…he hesitated, pondering the second, more common possibility. Strong emotional ties to someone, love or hate often invoked just as strong a reaction as Spencer had described.
"Anything else?" he asked, finding himself slightly breathless.
"He, uhm…he licked my face and said that...I-I think he said mine."
Even in the dim lighting, he could see Spencer flush slightly. For some reason it made him want to scowl, anger flaring up in his chest.
It seemed he had been right. In his instable state, Morgan's instinct had clearly taken over, reacting territorial when encoutering someone he felt fond and protective of. That meant he hadnt actually attacked Spencer; it had just looked like it to the human. The question was why excately he felt that way towards Spencer...
"Spencer, are you and Derek in a relationship?" He really hoped the question didn't sound as tension filled as he suddenly felt.
The young man's head snapped up at his unexpected question, hazel eyes widening slightly as he blushed even deeper. When he couldnt find any animosity on Hotch`s face, he decided to answer.
"We…no. I mean, it´s complicated…" he stuttered, looking at the floor, "…we've known each other for almost four years and back then there was a time when we almost…but we couldn't…he couldn't because of something that happened in his childhood…"
Another unexpected flash of irritation and Aaron dug his hand harder into the desk, feeling splinters of wood digging into his palm.
So much for leaving Spencer out of it then.
No, from the sounds of it the newbie werewolf loved Spencer -possibly even loved him- meaning he would under no circumstances stay away from him now. And as if it weren't dangerous enough to be around a newly created werewolf for humans, this one would have ties to David Rossi on top of that.
Aaron grimaced. He knew how Dave felt about humans, especially ones who screwed with his battle plans. It looked like he wouldn't be doing Spencer a favor at all by leaving him to his own devices.
He looked over said human, concluding without a doubt that he wouldn't stand three minutes against a normal attack, much less one of the supernatural kind. No, the kid was toast. Unless...
"I-I shouldn't have told you that…" Oblivious to his thoughts, Spencer put a hand over his mouth guilty, shaking his head as he looked at Aaron apologetically. Not that it was necessary because the last thing Aaron was pondering in that moment was Derek Morgan's past or what issues he might have. No, he was far more preoccupied with other trains of thought.
"So there was an attraction neither of you acted upon and that he might not be over," he concluded.
Even to his own ears his voice sounded slightly off now. He could see he was making his client uncomfortable with his questions, and he heard a tiny voice in the back of his head asking him why the hell he kept on asking these detailed questions when he already knew the essentials and was supposed to get this kid out of here.
"I…I don't know. It was his decision not to start a relationship. I've come to terms with that and now we are best friends." Spencer shrugged before eyeing him with a hint of confusion, "Why…why is that important?"
Good question.
"I just wanted to make sure that his reaction then wasn't something that could have had reasons other than the attack." That sounded logical.
"Oh. No, "Spencer shook his head, suddenly not hesitant at all anymore in his defense, "No. Derek wouldn't…he isn't like that."
He looked at Aaron intently who couldn't help but nod to reassure him. In response, Spencer smiled in relief, sending an odd tingling sensation down Aaron's spine and reminding him acutely that he should have sent the human out of here minutes ago.
"So, will you take the case?" Spencer asked hopefully.
Aaron was quiet for a long moment, fighting with himself.
After a moment he pushed to his feet and walked around the desk, towards the door. It prompted Spencer to get up as well, clearly taking this as a cue that the conversation as over. He followed him to the door and Aaron could feel his hopeful eyes on him, nothing but air separating them now.
"It's not much to go on," he said vaguely, still not sure what to do. Send him away and leave him for Dave to find or work for him and risk being the one who accidently killed him? Neither of those options sounded too great…
He startled when something warm suddenly covered his hand on the door knob, head snapping up to find long slender fingers squeezing his. The sensation set off an instant reaction and he tensed when he felt his fangs piercing his own lip with a sting.
When he looked into Spencer's face he found himself confronted with an expression that was just as clueless to his reaction as it was desperate, the young man suddenly impossibly close to him.
"I know it's not much. But I can't just sit around and do nothing. I have to find him." He looked at him with large, pleading doe eyes as he held on to his hand tightly, "Please, just try. I will pay you what I can. How much do you need?"
Aaron swallowed hard, the warmth's of Spencer's touch pricking his skin like tiny needles. He felt his pupils dilate and fought the urge to rub a hand over his burning throat.
More than you could give, he wanted to say, to warn. And yet he couldn't bring himself to pull his hand away.
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Chapter 5
Summary: AU Vampire!Hotch. Werewolf!Morgan. The BAU members are all supernatural creatures on two sides of a war. Poor, clueless human Spencer gets caught in the middle.
Pairing: Slash Hotch/Reid
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Hey! Thanks to everyone for reviewing! Im happy there seem to be some people interested after all :-)
Again, sorry for going all Twilight on you last time, I was gonna edit it but then I figured every vampire/werewolf story is kind of about the same topic and people who read them know that, too. So instead I'm just going to promise that Aaron wont sparkle and Derek will keep his shirt on (most of the time ;-))
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Chapter 5: Help
Spencer was beginning to feel more than a little uncertain.
Penelope had warned him about coming here, had reminded him that the people in this part of town were usually thugs if not worse. So far, nothing he had seen helped any to dispel those doubts.
The scene he had walked into looked like it was taken right out of a film noir, shady back office with only a small desk lamp, windows and shutters closed, giving the room a stuffy atmosphere. Completing the picture was a dark haired man in a tailored suit sitting behind an old desk, his face in shadows as he told him to enter.
All in all not a very reassuring scenario.
Spencer took a deep breath, trying to swallow down his nervousness as he sat down and began talking, not sure if the man in front of him was even really listening. For Derek, he reminded himself.
So he started at the beginning, telling Aaron Hotchner about his relationship with Derek, about his friend´s general persona and how that had changed so radically in one night. He didn't leave anything out, not the scene in their apartment, not the crazy story of David biting Derek and then making him drive off into the unknown with him.
All the while he felt dark eyes watching him intently, seemingly glued to his face. They were the only part of the man's face which was not cast in shadow and he was getting more and more nervous with every second they stared at him in silence.
His fingers clenched around the satchel in his lap nervously as he finished his story and the man still didn't say anything.
This was getting really creepy. He knew his story sounded unbelievable, but if he wasn't going to help him why didn't he just interrupt him now?
Maybe he should just leave and take his chances elsewhere before he ended up face down in a gutter somewhere.
It almost seemed like the guy was reading his thoughts though because the second he decided to get up and get out, he finally leaned forward, into the light.
Probably in his early thirties, Aaron Hotchner was as tall, dark and handsome as they came. A strong jaw rested on the palm of his hand as he leaned forward to look at Spencer out of eyes that suddenly seemed far less intimidating than drawing, a strange intensity to them.
"That's quite the story, Mr. Reid," he said, his voice suave instead of gruff again, perfectly in control.
Spencer felt his breath catch, something about that voice and those eyes spreading a pleasant sort of warmth low in his stomach, making him forget all about his worries instantly.
"Spencer," he offered without thinking and a small smile appeared on the man's face.
"Spencer," he drew the name out slightly and Spencer gulped, feeling a flush creep up his neck. "What can I do for you?"
It took the mention of his need for help for Spencer to snap out of his momentary lapse. He blinked harshly, taking a moment to collect himself and remember why he was here. There was no time to get distracted by dubious yet attractive men right now, not while Derek was in danger. This man said he could help him; that was all that mattered right now.
"I need help finding Derek. Do you think you'd be able to find him if you took the case?"
Hotchner assessed him thoughtfully for a long moment. Luckily, he didn't seem to have noticed Spencer's odd behavior because he leaned back slightly, looking at him not quite as intently. "I have methods, contacts," he explained vaguely, "But first I would like to ask you some more questions if you don't mind."
"Of course."
Hotchner nodded silently, regarding his desk lamp for a couple of moments before turning back to Spencer.
"Describe this David again."
Spencer gulped, trying not to get distracted again by the dark eyes fixating him. He wasn't quite sure yet whether to find this Aaron Hotchner creepy or drawing. All he knew was he really needed to focus on other things right now. "He was of average build, maybe in his late fifties. Dark hair, dark goatee, expensive suit. I…he was sort of scary, in an underlying way. I thought for sure he was going to grab Derek and drag him off but he just…"
"He just what?" Hotchner pressed.
"Well," Spencer hesitated before elaborating, "it's going to sound odd, but he ordered him to get in the car in this really odd tone of voice, like, he was pronouncing every single word…it almost seemed like he was…"
"Controlling him?" Spencer looked up in surprise when the other man finished his sentence without even a second´s hesitance.
"Yes," he nodded, hesitant. "Does that sound crazy?"
He didn't really have to ask; he knew exactly what it sounded like which was why he was sort of surprised the investigator was even indulging him in the first place. It was hard to tell what Hotchner was thinking, his eyes and face still carefully guarded, but at least he sounded like he was taking him seriously.
"It depends," he replied after a moment, "Did he say anything else?"
Spencer nodded, "Derek told me he said something right before he attacked him. I think it was in Latin: In aeternum meus es tu."
„You will be mine forever."
The translation came over Aaron´s lips before he could think. Surprisingly, it felt good to repeat the words and pretend they were his own, especially while looking at the tempting young man in front of him.
Ten minutes into their conversation he was feeling a little more in control than at the beginning -enough so that he didn't think he would pounce on the unsuspecting man at least - even though his stomach still clenched in hunger every couple of minutes and he had to actively keep his fangs from coming out.
It was a miracle his mind even processed what he was telling him.
The intensity of his reaction was still shocking to him. He wanted this man so badly it almost hurt physically. If he focused just a bit he could hear the pulse thrumming underneath his thin skin…could all but taste…
He didn't waste much time pondering why he might be feeling what he felt, knowing that it was in his nature to be ruled by instinct, by hunger. Over two centuries as a vampire had taught him as much. He didn't lose his calm often, something he was actually proud of -but apparently, there was an exception to every rule.
The real question was how he was going to deal with that. As much as he craved to, he could hardly grab and drink this kid right here in his office. There was a reason he only ever fed out in the dark streets on scum or drunk people who wouldn't see him coming, wouldn't remember him the next day or would have no one to tell.
This was different. Spencer knew his face, where he worked. If he fed on him he would know of his secret -unless he shut him up for good.
Aaron swallowed hard, finding himself appalled by his own thoughts. He was a hunter, but he didn't kill unless he had to. It was unnecessary in a city as big as this one and it would only attract unnecessary attention to their kind.
But what other option was there as unsure as he was of his own self control? Sending him away for his own good? Better to leave him alone with his search than to leave him with a couple of fangs in his neck, right?
"Exactly," Spencer´s voice interrupted his train of thought just then, clearly surprised by his quick translation, "What…do you think that means?"
Aaron frowned slightly, refocusing. He knew exactly what that meant, that they were looking for the same David -and in consequence he knew exactly what had happened to Derek Morgan.
The thing was, he couldn't really tell his client without using upsetting words like werewolf, vampire and clan fights.
And he couldn't involve him without risking his life.
The solution was simple. He couldn't take the case. Not officially at least.
"Whatever it means," he phrased his answer carefully, "it makes it likely that Mr. Morgan is still alive and well somewhere."
He watched as Spencer's brows furrowed, worry etched into his features, "But he was sick…what if-?"
"We don't know that for sure." Aaron said soothingly, doing his best to look reassuring somehow, "I'm sure your friend is fine."
He had all the information Spencer could give him. Now all he really had to do was to tell his client that he couldn't help him and send him on his merry way hoping he wouldn't do something as stupid as trying to find David Rossi himself -and that Derek Morgan would be to preoccupied with his new life to come looking for him.
Then he could forget about this incident and go look for Rossi on his own.
That's right, just send him away and your problems will be solved.
Looking at Spencer though, the words seemed to get lost somehow, fading into the background as his focus was drawn elsewhere. The thought of just letting him walk out of here didn't sit right for some reason.
Maybe, he found himself reasoning…maybe it wasn't such a good idea to just send him away. After all, with the way Spencer had described their relationship it was entirely possible that Derek might just come find him once he had gone through the change, right? And then he´d get hurt anyway.
"Tell me again what happened when you confronted Morgan that night," he found himself saying instead of what he´d planned.
Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, obviously not comfortable recalling that incident in detail. He had barely touched on that topic earlier, his inability to look at him throughout telling Aaron that there was much more too know.
"He sort of grabbed me and pushed me against the wall," Spencer recalled, nervously tucking his hair behind his ear, "I tried to ask him what was wrong but it was like he couldn't even hear me…he just was all up in my space and wouldn't back off, and I got really scared. He doesn't usually act that way, you know, he would never…not while in his right mind…"
Aaron nodded slowly. Turbulent emotions and impulsive behavior were more than common during transition periods for both his and David´s kind. Everything was intensified. One became angry within seconds, lost control over minor issues, reacted differently to the people around.
This Derek's reaction seemed unusually strong though considering there hadn't been any kind of provocation from Spencer.
He briefly wondered if Derek had acted that way because he had been affected by the young man´s scent in the same way as he. That was very unlikely though. Werewolves relied on scent, yes, but they didnt react with hunger or want like vampires would…he hesitated, pondering the second, more common possibility. Strong emotional ties to someone, love or hate often invoked just as strong a reaction as Spencer had described.
"Anything else?" he asked, finding himself slightly breathless.
"He, uhm…he licked my face and said that...I-I think he said mine."
Even in the dim lighting, he could see Spencer flush slightly. For some reason it made him want to scowl, anger flaring up in his chest.
It seemed he had been right. In his instable state, Morgan's instinct had clearly taken over, reacting territorial when encoutering someone he felt fond and protective of. That meant he hadnt actually attacked Spencer; it had just looked like it to the human. The question was why excately he felt that way towards Spencer...
"Spencer, are you and Derek in a relationship?" He really hoped the question didn't sound as tension filled as he suddenly felt.
The young man's head snapped up at his unexpected question, hazel eyes widening slightly as he blushed even deeper. When he couldnt find any animosity on Hotch`s face, he decided to answer.
"We…no. I mean, it´s complicated…" he stuttered, looking at the floor, "…we've known each other for almost four years and back then there was a time when we almost…but we couldn't…he couldn't because of something that happened in his childhood…"
Another unexpected flash of irritation and Aaron dug his hand harder into the desk, feeling splinters of wood digging into his palm.
So much for leaving Spencer out of it then.
No, from the sounds of it the newbie werewolf loved Spencer -possibly even loved him- meaning he would under no circumstances stay away from him now. And as if it weren't dangerous enough to be around a newly created werewolf for humans, this one would have ties to David Rossi on top of that.
Aaron grimaced. He knew how Dave felt about humans, especially ones who screwed with his battle plans. It looked like he wouldn't be doing Spencer a favor at all by leaving him to his own devices.
He looked over said human, concluding without a doubt that he wouldn't stand three minutes against a normal attack, much less one of the supernatural kind. No, the kid was toast. Unless...
"I-I shouldn't have told you that…" Oblivious to his thoughts, Spencer put a hand over his mouth guilty, shaking his head as he looked at Aaron apologetically. Not that it was necessary because the last thing Aaron was pondering in that moment was Derek Morgan's past or what issues he might have. No, he was far more preoccupied with other trains of thought.
"So there was an attraction neither of you acted upon and that he might not be over," he concluded.
Even to his own ears his voice sounded slightly off now. He could see he was making his client uncomfortable with his questions, and he heard a tiny voice in the back of his head asking him why the hell he kept on asking these detailed questions when he already knew the essentials and was supposed to get this kid out of here.
"I…I don't know. It was his decision not to start a relationship. I've come to terms with that and now we are best friends." Spencer shrugged before eyeing him with a hint of confusion, "Why…why is that important?"
Good question.
"I just wanted to make sure that his reaction then wasn't something that could have had reasons other than the attack." That sounded logical.
"Oh. No, "Spencer shook his head, suddenly not hesitant at all anymore in his defense, "No. Derek wouldn't…he isn't like that."
He looked at Aaron intently who couldn't help but nod to reassure him. In response, Spencer smiled in relief, sending an odd tingling sensation down Aaron's spine and reminding him acutely that he should have sent the human out of here minutes ago.
"So, will you take the case?" Spencer asked hopefully.
Aaron was quiet for a long moment, fighting with himself.
After a moment he pushed to his feet and walked around the desk, towards the door. It prompted Spencer to get up as well, clearly taking this as a cue that the conversation as over. He followed him to the door and Aaron could feel his hopeful eyes on him, nothing but air separating them now.
"It's not much to go on," he said vaguely, still not sure what to do. Send him away and leave him for Dave to find or work for him and risk being the one who accidently killed him? Neither of those options sounded too great…
He startled when something warm suddenly covered his hand on the door knob, head snapping up to find long slender fingers squeezing his. The sensation set off an instant reaction and he tensed when he felt his fangs piercing his own lip with a sting.
When he looked into Spencer's face he found himself confronted with an expression that was just as clueless to his reaction as it was desperate, the young man suddenly impossibly close to him.
"I know it's not much. But I can't just sit around and do nothing. I have to find him." He looked at him with large, pleading doe eyes as he held on to his hand tightly, "Please, just try. I will pay you what I can. How much do you need?"
Aaron swallowed hard, the warmth's of Spencer's touch pricking his skin like tiny needles. He felt his pupils dilate and fought the urge to rub a hand over his burning throat.
More than you could give, he wanted to say, to warn. And yet he couldn't bring himself to pull his hand away.
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