A Little Piece of Heaven
“Hello there Aaron, may I call you Aaron?”
“No. Hotch.”
The investigator made a small ‘ah’ noise and leaned back in his chair, keeping a steady gaze on Aaron Hotchner.
“Do you know why you’re here, Mr.Hotchner?”
Aaron equally stared back at the investigator. He was the Unit Chief of his team at the BAU. He interrogated suspects all the time, and knew how to make a man crack. And this, this man, was going to question him? This was interesting indeed.
“I know, but do you understand?”
“Understand what, Mr.Hotchner?”
“I love him.”
The words echoed around the room, and the investigator leaned forward. His words were dead cold, as he asked one single question.
“Then why did you kill him?”
Hotch’s facial expression never changed, but in his eyes you could see the affection as he talked about Spencer Reid. He loved him, he really did. There was no mistaking that. He didn’t want to hurt him, but he had to keep him. He had to be sure.
“I never wanted to hurt Spencer, I did love him. But now, he can never leave me.”
“According to friends of yours, there was no intent that anyone was aware of that Spencer Reid ever planned to leave you.”
“Oh no, he never mentioned anything about it,” Hotch paused, choosing his words carefully before he spoke again. Sounding professional as always. “But I knew someday, someday he wouldn’t want to deal with it anymore. How difficult it could be to be with me. How crazy things got after Foyet. I lost Hailey twice.”
“Twice, Mr.Hotchner?”
“Divorce and then she was murdered.”
Another pause as the investigator opened the file that lay out infront of him. He flipped through a few pages and then pulled out some pictures. Crime scene photos. It was a horrific sight, with blood smeared around most of the photos. The photos contained images of Spencer Reid, completely mutilated. Stab wounds, possibly twenty, killed the young man. But that hadn’t been all. After the man had died, his heart had been cut out.
Aaron had been found caressing Spencer’s corpse in their bed. The heart placed securely on the nightstand, rotting. Apparently in the few hours before Jack had come home from school and called the police, Aaron and repeatedly rubbed the bloody heart on his face and chest. To be closer to the one he loved. When the police had broken down the bedroom door, a female police officer had thrown up.
Hotch didn’t resist arrest, just remained silent. It was as if he had been in another word. Even as he passed by Jessica who was cradling Jack close to her, he said nothing. Not even as she begged the question, “Why?” Why indeed.
“So it gave you the right to do this to him?” the investigator demanded, slamming his fist down on the table.
“Yes.”
The answer was done in the ‘Hotch-Boss-Voice’, and he stared blankly at the photos. Earlier that week something in him broke, and something ugly and paranoid replaced Aaron Hotchner. The team noticed it, but no one fully understood how bad it was except Spencer Reid. So, Reid had sent Jack to his Aunt Jessica’s for most of the week. He had been trying to help Aaron, but he only got worse.
“Spencer, I love you.”
“Please Aaron, please you don’t really want to do this!”
Spencer was laying on their bed, naked. They had just finished having sex when Aaron became vicious and had pinned Reid by the throat on the bed. A knife had been pulled from the bedside table, and was pressed in an almost loving manner against Reid’s throat. Aaron was cooing at his young lover, professing his undying love for the young man. Spencer was crying, voice cracking and reaching high squeaky pitches in his fear.
“Don’t you see Spencer? Now you’ll be with me forever.”
“No Aaron!”
“I can’t lose you like her, I can’t Spencer.”
“You never will Aaron, please. Please put the knife down so we can get help!”
Hotchner shook his head, tears running down his face as well now. He pressed the knife harder against Spencer Reid’s throat, creating a harsh red line against the pale skin. He leaned down, and tenderly kissed Spencer’s lips, and just before Aaron ripped the knife across Reid’s throat Spencer had his last words.
“I forgive you Aaron, and love you.”
Overkill was a nice way to put how Aaron mutilated Spencer’s body. But once it was over, he held the lifeless corpse close to his body and began to whisper.
“We should have a backyard wedding Spencer…yes.”
Aaron’s head snapped up as the investigator closed the file containing the crime information.
“He’s dead, now you’ll never be with him again.”
A small smile played on Hotchner’s lips and he tilted his head slightly before glancing next to where the investigator stood.
“Spencer, what do you think about this mess?”
The investigator looked at his side, but saw nothing. That however, was not what Hotchner saw. He saw his lover, smiling in his adorable fashion. He could even hear Spencer’s voice, rattling off some information on mental diseases causing hallucinations. He turned back to the investigator, expression still blank but the look in his eyes. This wild look, shook the investigator down to the bone. There was no use arguing reality to a person, who didn’t see reality anymore.
“Your son is in custody of your sister in-law, but don’t expect to see him anytime soon. If ever.”
Aaron just continued to stare off at that same area, whatever the investigator had said not reaching him. Where ever Hotchner had disappeared to with his ‘Spencer’.
The Home was nice enough, though for the most part, Hotchner remained in his room. Alone. He talked to Spencer all day and at night supposedly had amazing sex with his lover. Most patients were kept away from him, because when questioned about who he was taking to, or if someone argued that Spencer wasn’t there; Aaron could become instantly violent.
Books were sent by Rossi from time to time upon Aaron’s request for material for Spencer Reid to read. The rest of the team though didn’t keep in contact with their old Unit Chief. Garcia and Morgan had taken the news the worst, Morgan becoming violent and trying to get into the cell Hotch had been held in to kill him. Morgan had to be forcefully removed from the court trial because of how he became upon seeing Hotchner. While being removed he kept screaming, “I trusted you with him! I trusted you not to hurt him! You bastard!”
Garcia didn’t show to anything but the funeral, and just cried. She couldn’t handle the thought that someone could ever hurt Spencer, let alone Aaron Hotchner. She soon transferred in her job, to get away from everything that reminded her of the two.
JJ was contacted, and came for the funeral. She tried to understand, she really did but after one visit to Hotch, she left crying.
So Rossi came to visit, even when Hotch refused to talk that day or only spoke to the imaginary Spencer Reid. Sometimes Prentiss came with Rossi, seeing as they were married. She usually remained silent, not able to say anything.
Jack was never allowed to come visit, especially seeing as he was still young. Sometimes he wrote, and Jessica would send a picture here and there. These sent Hotch into hysterics though, demanding to see his son.
Pictures adorned his room from back when Spencer was still alive. Rossi had brought Aaron one of Reid’s old sweater’s, and this stayed on what would be Spencer’s side of the bed for Aaron to smell and hold. The staff and psychologists tried to bring Aaron back to reality many times, even tried to get rid of anything pertaining to Spencer Reid. But Aaron had a psychotic breakdown, injuring a few nurses and even tried to commit suicide. Deciding it was in best interest of the patient to let him live his fantasy, the doctors only put him on drugs to stabilize his mood swings.
Until the day he died, Aaron Hotchner stayed in the home, living this way. When he died, that’s when everything changed.
It hurt to open his eyes, everything was so bright. But once his vision evened out, Aaron Hotchner sat up, and surveyed his surroundings. He was in a grass field, trees surrounded him, and a light breeze was in the air. He felt young, like his old self again. Everything seemed clearer, less chaotic in his brain. But he still didn’t know what was going on.
“Aaron.”
Turned around at his name, Hotch saw Spencer. The Spencer he remembered from all those years ago. The Spencer he…and the memories flooded back. Tears fell freely from Aaron, and he could’t speak.
Reid kneeled down next to his lover, and placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling that understanding smile he always used to give Aaron and Jack.
“I forgave you that night long ago Aaron.”
“How?-I never wanted-I’m so sorry Spencer!”
Hotch collapsed into Spencer’s embrace and they stayed like that for what seemed an eternity until Aaron had composed himself.
“Let me show you the home I’ve created for us.”
Spencer led Aaron through the field, and Hotch knew this was the real beginning of everything.
The End.
“No. Hotch.”
The investigator made a small ‘ah’ noise and leaned back in his chair, keeping a steady gaze on Aaron Hotchner.
“Do you know why you’re here, Mr.Hotchner?”
Aaron equally stared back at the investigator. He was the Unit Chief of his team at the BAU. He interrogated suspects all the time, and knew how to make a man crack. And this, this man, was going to question him? This was interesting indeed.
“I know, but do you understand?”
“Understand what, Mr.Hotchner?”
“I love him.”
The words echoed around the room, and the investigator leaned forward. His words were dead cold, as he asked one single question.
“Then why did you kill him?”
Hotch’s facial expression never changed, but in his eyes you could see the affection as he talked about Spencer Reid. He loved him, he really did. There was no mistaking that. He didn’t want to hurt him, but he had to keep him. He had to be sure.
“I never wanted to hurt Spencer, I did love him. But now, he can never leave me.”
“According to friends of yours, there was no intent that anyone was aware of that Spencer Reid ever planned to leave you.”
“Oh no, he never mentioned anything about it,” Hotch paused, choosing his words carefully before he spoke again. Sounding professional as always. “But I knew someday, someday he wouldn’t want to deal with it anymore. How difficult it could be to be with me. How crazy things got after Foyet. I lost Hailey twice.”
“Twice, Mr.Hotchner?”
“Divorce and then she was murdered.”
Another pause as the investigator opened the file that lay out infront of him. He flipped through a few pages and then pulled out some pictures. Crime scene photos. It was a horrific sight, with blood smeared around most of the photos. The photos contained images of Spencer Reid, completely mutilated. Stab wounds, possibly twenty, killed the young man. But that hadn’t been all. After the man had died, his heart had been cut out.
Aaron had been found caressing Spencer’s corpse in their bed. The heart placed securely on the nightstand, rotting. Apparently in the few hours before Jack had come home from school and called the police, Aaron and repeatedly rubbed the bloody heart on his face and chest. To be closer to the one he loved. When the police had broken down the bedroom door, a female police officer had thrown up.
Hotch didn’t resist arrest, just remained silent. It was as if he had been in another word. Even as he passed by Jessica who was cradling Jack close to her, he said nothing. Not even as she begged the question, “Why?” Why indeed.
“So it gave you the right to do this to him?” the investigator demanded, slamming his fist down on the table.
“Yes.”
The answer was done in the ‘Hotch-Boss-Voice’, and he stared blankly at the photos. Earlier that week something in him broke, and something ugly and paranoid replaced Aaron Hotchner. The team noticed it, but no one fully understood how bad it was except Spencer Reid. So, Reid had sent Jack to his Aunt Jessica’s for most of the week. He had been trying to help Aaron, but he only got worse.
“Spencer, I love you.”
“Please Aaron, please you don’t really want to do this!”
Spencer was laying on their bed, naked. They had just finished having sex when Aaron became vicious and had pinned Reid by the throat on the bed. A knife had been pulled from the bedside table, and was pressed in an almost loving manner against Reid’s throat. Aaron was cooing at his young lover, professing his undying love for the young man. Spencer was crying, voice cracking and reaching high squeaky pitches in his fear.
“Don’t you see Spencer? Now you’ll be with me forever.”
“No Aaron!”
“I can’t lose you like her, I can’t Spencer.”
“You never will Aaron, please. Please put the knife down so we can get help!”
Hotchner shook his head, tears running down his face as well now. He pressed the knife harder against Spencer Reid’s throat, creating a harsh red line against the pale skin. He leaned down, and tenderly kissed Spencer’s lips, and just before Aaron ripped the knife across Reid’s throat Spencer had his last words.
“I forgive you Aaron, and love you.”
Overkill was a nice way to put how Aaron mutilated Spencer’s body. But once it was over, he held the lifeless corpse close to his body and began to whisper.
“We should have a backyard wedding Spencer…yes.”
Aaron’s head snapped up as the investigator closed the file containing the crime information.
“He’s dead, now you’ll never be with him again.”
A small smile played on Hotchner’s lips and he tilted his head slightly before glancing next to where the investigator stood.
“Spencer, what do you think about this mess?”
The investigator looked at his side, but saw nothing. That however, was not what Hotchner saw. He saw his lover, smiling in his adorable fashion. He could even hear Spencer’s voice, rattling off some information on mental diseases causing hallucinations. He turned back to the investigator, expression still blank but the look in his eyes. This wild look, shook the investigator down to the bone. There was no use arguing reality to a person, who didn’t see reality anymore.
“Your son is in custody of your sister in-law, but don’t expect to see him anytime soon. If ever.”
Aaron just continued to stare off at that same area, whatever the investigator had said not reaching him. Where ever Hotchner had disappeared to with his ‘Spencer’.
The Home was nice enough, though for the most part, Hotchner remained in his room. Alone. He talked to Spencer all day and at night supposedly had amazing sex with his lover. Most patients were kept away from him, because when questioned about who he was taking to, or if someone argued that Spencer wasn’t there; Aaron could become instantly violent.
Books were sent by Rossi from time to time upon Aaron’s request for material for Spencer Reid to read. The rest of the team though didn’t keep in contact with their old Unit Chief. Garcia and Morgan had taken the news the worst, Morgan becoming violent and trying to get into the cell Hotch had been held in to kill him. Morgan had to be forcefully removed from the court trial because of how he became upon seeing Hotchner. While being removed he kept screaming, “I trusted you with him! I trusted you not to hurt him! You bastard!”
Garcia didn’t show to anything but the funeral, and just cried. She couldn’t handle the thought that someone could ever hurt Spencer, let alone Aaron Hotchner. She soon transferred in her job, to get away from everything that reminded her of the two.
JJ was contacted, and came for the funeral. She tried to understand, she really did but after one visit to Hotch, she left crying.
So Rossi came to visit, even when Hotch refused to talk that day or only spoke to the imaginary Spencer Reid. Sometimes Prentiss came with Rossi, seeing as they were married. She usually remained silent, not able to say anything.
Jack was never allowed to come visit, especially seeing as he was still young. Sometimes he wrote, and Jessica would send a picture here and there. These sent Hotch into hysterics though, demanding to see his son.
Pictures adorned his room from back when Spencer was still alive. Rossi had brought Aaron one of Reid’s old sweater’s, and this stayed on what would be Spencer’s side of the bed for Aaron to smell and hold. The staff and psychologists tried to bring Aaron back to reality many times, even tried to get rid of anything pertaining to Spencer Reid. But Aaron had a psychotic breakdown, injuring a few nurses and even tried to commit suicide. Deciding it was in best interest of the patient to let him live his fantasy, the doctors only put him on drugs to stabilize his mood swings.
Until the day he died, Aaron Hotchner stayed in the home, living this way. When he died, that’s when everything changed.
It hurt to open his eyes, everything was so bright. But once his vision evened out, Aaron Hotchner sat up, and surveyed his surroundings. He was in a grass field, trees surrounded him, and a light breeze was in the air. He felt young, like his old self again. Everything seemed clearer, less chaotic in his brain. But he still didn’t know what was going on.
“Aaron.”
Turned around at his name, Hotch saw Spencer. The Spencer he remembered from all those years ago. The Spencer he…and the memories flooded back. Tears fell freely from Aaron, and he could’t speak.
Reid kneeled down next to his lover, and placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling that understanding smile he always used to give Aaron and Jack.
“I forgave you that night long ago Aaron.”
“How?-I never wanted-I’m so sorry Spencer!”
Hotch collapsed into Spencer’s embrace and they stayed like that for what seemed an eternity until Aaron had composed himself.
“Let me show you the home I’ve created for us.”
Spencer led Aaron through the field, and Hotch knew this was the real beginning of everything.
The End.