Fic: Uncontrolled, Chapter 1/2 (Criminal Minds, Aaron Hotchner / Chad, Sean Hotchner)
Title: Uncontrolled, Chapter 1/2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen
Sean Hotchner,
Cain Christensen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Sibling Rivalry
Sibling Rivalry, Epilogue
Love/Hate, or Something Else
“Mmmmmm….” Hotch leaned back against the couch cushions and let out a deep sigh.
“Long week?” Chad asked. He sat down next to him and handed him a wine glass.
“Two big cases in a row. We were coming and going for seven days without a break. Everyone’s exhausted.” He paused to take sip. “Good thing it’s Friday. If we had to go back to work tomorrow morning I would have a rebellion in my hands. And I would probably join them.”
“Come on. Nobody’s gonna call you back to work, you don’t need to get up, you don’t need to do anything. And I got some plans.”
“What plans?”
“How bout….. Pile of Bond movies, more wine, an excellent foot massage followed by a hot and heavy make-out session. All without getting up from the couch.”
“Sounds good.” Hotch smiled crookedly. “You could have called to tell me you were coming. Not that I didn’t like finding you on my doorstep.”
“I wanted to surprise you. What do you wanna watch first?“ Chad started pulling out DVD cases from his backbag. “Goldeneye, Thunderball, Moonraker-”
He was interrupted by the doorbell.
“You got Licence to Kill?” Hotch groaned.
“I’ll get it.” Chad handed the DVDs to him and got up. He went to the front door and pulled it open with little bit more force than it would have required. The man who had been leaning against it was now face down on the floor. Chad helped him up and prodded him against the wall.
“Who is it?” Hotch yelled from the living room.
“It’s….. You better come and see this yourself.”
“This better be good….” Hotch came to the foyer and snapped his mouth shut. For a minute he just stared at Sean who was about to slide down to the floor. It was pretty obvious the man was very drunk, and slurring incomprehensibly. The real shock was his face. He had a small cut under the hairline, and a trail of blood had dried on his on face. There was a large greenish bruise on his cheek, that looked suspiciously like an outline of a hand. He closed his eyes and slowly slid down to the floor.
“Sean?” Hotch grouched down to pat his cheek gently. “Come on, wake up.”
“Let me handle this.” Chad pulled the limp body up from the floor and grabbed him into his arms, carrying him bridal style. “Open the door for me.”
“Which one?”
“The bathroom.”
Hotch opened the door. “What are you going to do?”
“I have two younger siblings, I know what to do when they come home drunk.” Chad went to the bathroom, and dumped Sean to the bathtub. “This trick works every time.” He set the water temperature to cold, and opened the faucet above Sean’s head.
The reaction came right away. Sean jumped up screaming.
"What the hell are you doing?!” The slurring was still there, but his speech was becoming more coherent. He started to shiver and Chad handed him a towel and a bathrobe.
“Get into that, I’ll take a look at that cut.”
Sean’s eyes went to Hotch, looking slightly panicked.
“Bro, some privacy.” His teeth were clattering so loudly, Hotch could hear it from the other side of the room.
“I can handle this.” Chad assured and pulled the first aid kit from under the sink. “I’ll put him into the guest room to sleep it off.”
Hotch gave his brother one more look, but the other man didn’t seem to have any interest in talking to him. He kept his eyes firmly fixed to the ground.
“Okay, I’ll…. I’ll wait outside.”
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When Chad emerged from the guest room, Hotch was waiting in the hallway.
“He’s sleeping. He said he lost his wallet and couldn`t get a cab, so he came here.”
“Did he tell you what happened?”
“He just said he got into a fight. But I could make a guess.” Chad went downstairs and to the kitchen. He pulled sandwich toppings from the fridge while Hotch gave him expecting looks.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“I’m not sure if I should, before you hear what he has to say.”
“I don’t think it can be any worse than what’s going on in my head right now. Tell me.”
“Okay.” Chad took a deep breath. "Kid was totally wasted, smelled like a cheap whorehouse and he had finger shaped bruises on his hips. I don’t think I need to say what I’m thinking.”
“You can’t be serious.” Hotch took a deep breath. “Sean’s always been reckless, but I can’t imagine him getting drunk and…..and….”
“Getting in trouble?”
“Yeah.”
“When was the last time you actually saw him?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just tell me.”
“When Cain left.”
“That was almost two months ago, don’t you think that’s weird?”
“No. I mean we haven’t really been that close and he doesn’t-”
“Babe, when Cain was here your brother practically lived here. Those two had fights about everything between heaven and earth and then had sex so loudly that the neighbours complained. When he left, Sean dropped off the radar completely. Can you honestly say that’s normal?”
“I…. I don’t know. Look, I’m not gonna get any sleep before I’ve talked with him, you can go to bed.”
“I slept on the flight here. Looks like this will be a five-Bond-night." Chad covered a yawn with his hand. "I think I better make a big pot of coffee.”
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The first sign of life was the sound of vomiting. Hotch knocked on the door and walked in. Sean was busy throwing up into a bucket Chad had left next to the bed.
Hotch waited a while, till his brother had thrown up basically everything in his stomach, and then handed him a glass of water.
“Thanks.” Sean said faintly and emptied it with one gulp. “That taste always lingers in your mouth…..”
“Sean, we need to talk.”
“Is this gonna be the grown-up speech about responsibility and-”
“Sean! I need to know. Did somebody hurt you?”
For a minute Sean looked at him and didn’t seem to understand. Then he began laughing like Hotch had just told a joke.
“No. Well, not the way you mean. It happened afterwards. Some guys just can’t handle criticism.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You want me to spell it out for you?”
“Yes! Because you had no idea what kind of a scare it was when you showed up like that and what kind of ideas were running around in my head.”
“Sorry.” Sean sounded like a guilty little child. “I…. It got out of control.”
“What got out of control?”
“The whole thing.” He sniffed like he was trying to hold back tears. “After what’s-his-name went back to wherever he came from, I…. I started missing it. It, not him. Sex.”
“And?”
“I went clubbing and I found a guy, but….” Sean paused and looked like he was going to throw up again. “It wasn’t the same. It didn’t feel right, so I went again. And again.”
“How often?”
Sean didn’t answer.
“Once a week? Twice a week?” Hotch noticed the guilty look on Sean’s face. “Sean….”
“Don’t start. I’m careful, I remember protection and all that crap.”
“I didn’t mean that-”
“Just because you’re playing happy home with your Gigantor, don’t think you can afford to judge me and my life.”
Chad marched in carrying a cup of coffee and assortment of pills. “After hearing that tale, a streetwalker could afford to judge you. Coffee, painkillers, and vitamin-C.”
He gave his load to Sean and gestured Hotch to follow him out of the guest room.
“Relieved?” He asked when they were both in the hallway.
“Not really. I’m glad we we’re wrong, but…. How much did you hear?”
“Most of it. I didn’t wanna interrupt on a weird moment.”
“Have you heard anything from Cain? Did those two stay in touch?”
“Yes and no. He had that four week assignment, and now he’s on his annual road trip. He took three months off for that.”
“I wish I had a job like that.” Hotch chuckled. Despite the heavy atmosphere the situation had some amusing qualities.
“Well, he was assigned to report from Baghdad for five months, so it was pretty much a twenty-four/seven gig. His editor’s a fair guy.”
“Do you think he’ll drop by?” Hotch asked, not even bothering to hide the thought behind it.
“Is that your way of saying you want me to call him?”
“I don’t know, maybe it would help Sean.”
“That or exorcism. Aren’t you forgetting something? He and your brother can’t stand each other.”
“I know, but Cain had some kind of control over him. I never managed to do that. Or our father.”
“I’ll call and ask him. But don’t be too surprised if he doesn’t wanna have anything to do with this mess.”
TBC