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Spencer get's drugged and Aaron takes him home

Spencer knew that drink tasted funny. He shouldn't have drunken it- he really shouldn't have taken a drink from the unsub at all! But, that's undercover work for you. As Spencer stumbles back to his desk, he knows he can't take the metro home alone tonight, it wouldn't be safe. He tries to pack his things, but his fingers won't move or grab the things properly.

"Reid?" It's Hotch, standing by the side of desk. Hotch wasn't with him on the undercover mission and is therefore in his normal work suit, which makes Spencer feel very out of place in his skinny jeans and tank top. Going undercover as a young bisexual man in a gay club known for drugs and hook-ops means you need a certainly look. "Mhmm?" Spencer muses and attempts to grab his book from the desk. Hotch takes it and puts it in Spencer's bag.

"I've been made aware you've likely been drugged"

"Likely, huh. Mhm. I have" Spencer throws his head back on the last word and regrets it instantly as the bright lights blind him and he jerks his head down to the floor. "Reid?" Hotch asks, placing a hand on the younger man's lower back. "Mhmm?" Spencer glances to the older man, confused as all hell as to why his boss is touching him. "Is there someone to take you home?"

"Noooo, well, no. No." Spencer shakes his head, trying to hike his bag onto his shoulder. "N- But, but, there's, couch, in the room, Garcia stayed in, the-"

"Absolutely not Spencer" Hotch half scolds, making Spencer pout in the middle of the office. He'd normally never make such a face but, the drugs are making him all loopy. "I, why not? I can't, I'm not in a state to..." Spencer falters, he's not sure what he was trying to say. "I'll take you home, alright? There's no reason you should stay here or make your own way home"

Spencer whines lightly, feeling his knees go weak. "Don't you need to get, home to Jack?" Hotch's face is blurry mess, Spencer can't see, he tries to think of what drug would make me feel like this, but he's mind is a mess and he doesn't understand anything. "Jack can wait the 13 extra mintues it takes for me to drop you off" Hotch grabs the bag that was hanging off Spencer's elbow. "13 mintues? how you know that?"

"How i know how long it takes? I've driven you home before, when you were in protective custody, I was the one to take you home" Hotch explains, gently turning Reid around to the way of the door. "Jacket" Spencer protests, sloppy on his feet. Hotch glances to him, confused. "My jacket, I'm cold"

"Um" Hotch glances around "You didn't have a jacket to work tonight Reid" Hotch says, Spencer pouts, he's so cold, how do people go clubbing in tank tops and not get cold. Spencer throws an arm over Hotch's shoulder's for some more stability. "Okay...." Spencer mutters, stumbling along with Aaron. Spencer struggles to walk with him to the elevator. Like his feet are pointing outwards and not straight out like normal.

Aaron sets him against the elevator wall and Spencer grabs the handle with both hands, the world suddenly spinning. "Reid?" Aaron's looking down to him, trying to help him stand op a bit straighter. Aaron's hands are under his armpits, what's he doing? His feet stumble back and he's back in the corner of the elevator. "Reid can you hear me?"

Spencer can't get his head to nod and just hums instead. "Okay, let's just get you home" Aaron says. Spencer hums, trying to move Hotch's hands but he fails, it's too hard.

"I know it's an unpleasant touch but I don't want you falling" Aaron says. Spencer groans, he's so tired, so dizzy, so confused. He just wants to go to bed. He needs sleep "Wow, Reid, Reid!" Spencer's leaning against Hotch now, Hotch's got arm around him. Spencer let's his head rest on Aaron's shoulder, he can't make himself move, his body is too slack. "Spencer, are you alright?"

Spencer lazily paws at Hotch's chest, leaning against him for stability "Ah..huh" He tries to nod but his head goes in a circle. Aaron moves Spencer's hands to hold around his neck. "Hold on okay? Tight" Aaron says as Spencer's fingers curl around his neck. Spencer hums as Aaron grabs his legs and swings him op in his arms. Spencer feels the cold rush his skin as he's carried outside.

Aaron sets Spencer down in the passenger's seat of Hotch's car. Something soft is draped over him, his bag is set in his lap and some hair is tucked behind his ear. "Spence?" "Mhmm" He hums. "Are you alright to be home alone?" Aaron asks, getting in the drivers side.

His words come out in a mumble. "need, have, to" The car starts and Spencer feels himself fade a bit, he's so damn tired. "Um, well. you could stay with me if you don't feel safe being alone"

"Nah...no" Spencer shakes his head. "Fine" He leans his head back. "I'm fine" Spencer mumbles. Spencer sleeps through the ride. He's frazzled when Aaron's moving him again. He clings to Aaron's neck as he's lifted from the seat. "Mhmm" "Just relax Sweetie" Aaron reasures, pushing the door shut with his hip. Spencer doesn't even question the nickname, he barely notices it at all, only tucking his head into Aaron's shoulder.

Aaron brings him inside, Spencer doesn't know if he slipped Aaron a key to his place or if he just found it in his bag. He doesn't care. Spencer's back meets the soft sheets of his bed. His shoes are slipped off, socks and then a blanket is laid over him. Spencer blinks as Aaron tucks him into bed. "Mhmm, thank Hotch" Spencer mutters softly.

"Get some rest okay?" Aaron brushes some more hair behind Spencer's ears. Spencer tries to nod, but needs op nodding his eyes instead of his head. "Call me in the morning, alright? I need to know you're okay" Hotch says, gently caressing Spencer's cheek.

"Mhmm"

Spencer wakes op to the sun shining through his window, he glances to his nightstand, there's a tall glass of water by his phone. He picks the glass op, downing the whole thing in one go. He sets it down again, noticing the small piece of paper laid down by his phone.

You promised to call me when you woke op

-Aaron Hotchner

Falling

Spencer's still getting use to the cane. He has nothing against it but, going from walking with crutches to using a cane is, difficult. So when he takes his fourth tumble of the day, he's just about had it. Luckily, or unluckily, Hotch is there.

Spencer's pushing himself op on his elbows, waiting for the whole office to brust into laugher. But there's almost nothing, only the sound of Hotch's shoes hurrying towards him.

"Are you alright Reid?" Hotch offers him a hand op and Spencer takes it, letting Hotch pull him op. "Yeah" Hotch help Spencer to his desk, the place he was trying to reach before his fall.

"Thank you" Spencer smiles, looking around to see where his cane lost it's footing. Hotch bends down and grabs it, it's all the way by Emily's desk. Aaron hands it to Spencer and it makes Spencer blush a little

"Thank you Sir" Spencer leans the cane against his desk before silently cursing himself. His bag. He had fallen off his shoulder. Spencer goes to get back op.

"What are you doing?" Hotch asks, laying a hand on his shoulder. "My bag, it fell over"

"Oh" And suddenly Aaron's on the ground, grabbing Spencer's bag and the items that fell out from it. Aaron sets it down on Spencer's desk. "Thank you"

Spencer felt his stomach flutter, he knows Hotch is just being nice. Anyone on the team would have done the same. But that doesn't explain why Aaron gently squeezes his shoulder before returning to his office.

It sends a shiver down his spine.

Bad case

Everything's blurry, really blurry. That's all Spencer knows as he stumbles out from the club. The unsub in toe, who called himself William Dane, hand in hand. He knew this has going to happen, it's part of his MO, Spencer knew he was going to be drugged in some way. But he's what he didn't know was he was going to be drugged with more then just a roofie. He knows he's been given more then just a roofie, some kind of cocktail of drugs.

Spencer shakily grabs his sheer black jacket. It's not his, it's from then undercover closet but whatever. Spencer almost trips going out the door, but William grabs him around the waist. Spencer tries not to vomit, laughs instead, "Thanks hon" Spencer gently reaches back and pets his shoulder. "Think I've had a bit too much" He doesn't sound like himself at all, or really feel like himself. But he's pretty sure that's the point. He can vaguely hear this William say something about taking Spencer home.

Spencer giggles and drags him out on the curb side. He knows the team is around the corner, Spencer just needs to get to that alleyway, then he can get to an ER. "hey, so..." Spencer tries to roll his eyes a little sexyliy, is that word? Spencer thinks so. "My place's that way" Spencer draws the words out, nodding towards the alley. William moves Spencer the other way, Spencer can't stop him, his legs are just following him. "I know" William's voice chances as he tightly grabs onto Spencer's waist. "I really, um, get nervous at. Um, i really need to get home"

"I'm not stupid Spencer" William reaches out and grabs the tiny mic off Spencer's shirt, tossing it on the ground. His heart almost jumps out from his chest. "T-That's no-not"

"Your name is Spencer Reid not Daniel Lous, you're 27 not 25, really thought I'd believe your little fake ID?" William grabs onto him tighter and Spencer tries to push him away, at least. But it's no use, Spencer's legs refuse to work with him. "Don't fuss now, if you're lucky, you'll leave in the morning"

Spencer knows he should scold this William, the profile says that should make him back off. But the profile also says that when he's caught, he's likely to fight til his death. That would mean he would just kill Spencer in any alley nearby. That can't happen. Spencer thinks for a second. Then deicides if he's really dying tonight, he wants to know why.

"Well, just-oh" Spencer grabs onto William as they step down to cross the street. William looks to him with curiosity.

"You, said, if I'm lucky, that means there's something I could do that would turn you off enough to let me go, what is it?"

William laughs. "How do you know I meant I'd let you leave alive and not in a bag?" Spencer stumbles and almost falls over again, but he's caught before he hits the ground. William pulls him along the street. Where's the team?

"You used the the word lucky, if I'm lucky means it would be something I'd do, and not you being nice"

"If I tell you, what do I get?"

Spencer leans into him, not because he wants to, but because he needs to in order to stay on his feet. So it's a game. He's a sexual sadist, what is the best thing for a sexual sadist? His victims were tortured for hours, and the in tapes, he made them beg for it.

"I've taken an acting class or two, If you tell me what it is, i will make it feel real for you" Spencer promises, letting one of his arms go slack against his legs, gently toying with the hem of the shorts he also got from the undercover closet, turning on the back op mic / tracking thing that he insisted on having when he was sober. He made it look like he was just showing off a bit more his thigh.

"You've seen the tapes, right?" William asks, slipping a hand down to touch Spencer's ass. Normally he'd yelp, being touched in such a place. "More then I'd like to admit" Spencer bites his inner cheeks, knowing it'll make his outer cheeks a bit red.

"But they weren't listening to you, I'll listen, I'll listen real good, I can take it" Spencer continues, sticking his butt out against his hand, hoping that he shows interest he might let him go anyway.

William smiles in a sadist manner. Spencer's struck gold. "If you begin praying, I'll throw you out the window, and while it'll be painful, it won't kill you"

"I've never prayed"

Where

the

hell

is

the

team!

"Does that mean, that you have to kill me now? Because that would be sad....I might have dated you otherwise" Spencer lies through his teeth, he has and never plans to talk like this again, he feels like a child.

Suddenly, William's pushed Spencer to a wall, there's a knife at his throat. Spencer can't keep his eyes open much longer. There's only noises and touches. Morgan's yelling for William to drop the knife, another person is yelling for Spencer's attention.

It takes Spencer way longer to id the voice then it should.

Hotch, Aaron Hotchner is yelling for him.

Spencer's cold, so cold. Who wears shorts to a night club? There's a hand on his waist, forcing him to stand against the cold brick wall. It's a painful sensation, his whole body held op by one point of contact. Spencer lightly kicks at William's leg, but he doesn't even react, only threatening to kill him if the team doesn't back away.

The hand on his waist moves away for a second and Spencer's legs give out under him. He slips down the wall before William can grab him again. There's a loud bang right in front of him. William's been shot, or at least scared enough to fall onto his back.

Spencer takes a second to rub his eyes, shivering. There's a hand on his arm, a soft voice is calling to him. Spencer blinks and looks to his right. He shivers again, his whole body shaking. Hotch lays a jacket over him "Reid?" Hotch is right beside him on the ground, gently tucking the jacket over his chest and legs. Spencer opens his mouth to speak but can't manage to say anything.

Hotch turns to Morgan who's pulling this William op from the ground. "Where are the medics? We called them 10 minutes ago!" Spencer can't hear what Morgan responses with, only leaning into Hotch for warmth. Hotch is very warm, it's so nice.

An arm slips in under his knees and Spencer's not entirely sure he's doing. Then Hotch slips an arm under Spencer's and in one, way too swift move, Spencer's been hoisted off the ground and is now resting against Hotch's chest. Spencer just about manages to throw his arms around Aaron's neck. Aaron's chest still laid over Spencer's upper body. He yawns, his whole world almost gone, only hearing the sounds of sirens as he tries to sleep.

Suddenly, he's being laid down, the jacket still there to keep him warm. He can't open his eyes, it's too much work. Something is placed over his nose and mouth, a mask, an oxygen mask. Someone's holding his hand tightly, Aaron, it's Aaron. The hands are too big and rough to be Derek's or Luke's. And yet too soft to be Rossi's. It's got to be Aaron. He knows he lays there for a few mintues. The air is warmer now, and they're moving. Shit, he's in an ambulance. Is that really.....

"Spencer?" There's a hand on his face, his cheek, gently petting it. Spencer's confused, he just wants to go home now, why can't he can go home? He blinks, attempting to open his eyes. "There you are Spencer" The lady says. She's in a medic's unifrom, she's a medic. Spencer yawns, his head rolling in a circle.

"I can see you're tired but you need to stay awake"

Spencer huffs softs, it's unfair. He's done good work, he deserves to sleep. Why can't he sleep? Oh! Right! The drugs. Because of the drugs. It's not safe to pass out after being drugged with unknown drugs.

"Spencer, Spencer stay with me okay?" Why's Aaron saying that? He tries to open his eyes, it's hard, but he opens his eyes enough to see Aaron looking worried. He squeezes his hand the most he can, which isn't much. Aaron smiles slightly, eyes still filled with worry. Spencer closes his eyes again, he's so drowsy, he just wants to sleep. Maybe it's a good time for a nap. It's okay. He can sleep, he's sure he can. "Spencer!" Aaron squeezes his hand tightly. Spencer whimpers, it hurts to have his hand squeezed so tightly. "Spencer, Spencer stay awake with me? Okay? Please?"

Spencer's head is pounding, he blinks his eyes open to see he's in a hospital room. He's alone, but the room is filled with at least 7 different vases of flowers. He's had visitors. Spencer pushes himself op. He can't quite remember everything yet, he was drugged, the unsub made him, and he went to the hospital.

Should he press the call button? No, he's fine, or maybe, his throat. He needs water. Spencer slowly turn just enough to press the call button. A nurse comes and he's given water. As she hands it to him she says. "You had a lot of people worried about you kid" Spencer smiles weakly, he's sad to have worried the team but also happy that they cared.

Aaron is the first to vist him while he's awake, with a bag of snacks. Spence smiles slightly, looking down, embarrassed as he slowly remembers just much of a scare he gave the team. "Hello Hotch" Spencer says politely, siting op straight as if he was at his desk. "Don't strain yourself for my sake Reid" Hotch says, siting down in the chair by his bed, setting the bag down on Spencer's bed, right by his legs. Spencer relaxes slightly and leans back to rest against the rough hospital sheets. "Thank you"

"You, certainly gave us a big scare" Aaron say, gently petting his shoulder. Spencer smiles sadly, he really didn't wish to scare anyone "I'm sorry, it wasn't intentionally" Spencer mutters. Aaron gently squeezes his shoulder. "Of course not Reid"

Aaron spent the next 30 mintues explaining just how they solved the case while Spencer is in the hospital. They found William's hide out, all 8 bodies, and a 9th grave freshly dug that was suspose to be for yesterday's victim, Spencer.

It all makes Spencer so tired, so tired and angry to know that no matter what, he would have died if he wasn't FBI. A few mintues later, the whole team comes crashing into the room with hugs, and more 'get well' gifts. When Spencer is released, Aaron is the one to take him home, with all 7 bouquets of flowers in the back seat of Aaron's car. Spencer still kinda out of it, if he had the energy he would have argued to have thrown the flowers out. Aaron's backseat is filled with the flowers, boxes of chocolates and fruit.

Spencer's been draped with a jacket. Aaron's big, warm, dark jacket. He's not sure why he's still so tired, his last sedative was over four hours ago. Maybe all the hugs and affection wore him out more then usual. Spencer leans his head back, struggling to keep his eyes open. "You tired Reid?" Aaron asks, buckling Spencer's seatbelt for him. Spencer would blush, but he's too tired to care. Spencer hums in agreement as Aaron tucks the jacket snug around the younger man's body.

Spencer's rudely awakened when the car abruptly halts. Spencer yelps on, instincts grabbing for the celling handle to stable himself. "Sorry, Sorry!" Aaron says, gently putting the jacket back around Spencer. Aaron shakes his head at the car in front of them. "Man just, stopped in the middle of the road without warning" Aaron gently pets Spencer's shoulder. "Go back to sleep, alright? It's still gonna be a few mintues" Spencer doesn't protest, only shuting his eyes.

Spencer is gently roused as the jacket is pulled away from his body. Aaron's gently rubbing his arm to wake him, Spencer blinks his eyes open, still so tired, his eyes so gosh damn heavy. "Spencer, I've taken the gifts inside, think you can get op or do you need some help?" Aaron asks sweetly, unbuckling Spencer's seatbelt. Does Spencer look tired? He feels tired. He can't get op, he's too tired. Spencer leans his head to the side.

Then Spencer's being carried, his boss, is carrying him inside. It's strange but nice. Spencer rests his head on his warm chest, the fabric of Aaron's shirt is soft against his cheek. Spencer's back hits the soft sheets of his own bed, it's so nice to be home again. Spencer whines as Aaron undoes his tie and vest. "Shhh, just relax" Aaron shushes. Spencer squirms as he's undressed. More out of instinct then anything else. Aaron continues to shush him the way you would a fussy child.

"Shush, Spencer, quite down now, you're tired"

Spencer lays as still as possible as Aaron redresses him in soft clothes, he doesn't bother opening his eyes. Why would he? He trusts Aaron to not mess with him. New, non-sweaty socks are slipped onto his feet. Spencer blinks his eyes open for a few seconds. Aaron's standing above him, tucking him in. "Go back to Sleep Reid, you need it"

Spencer closes his eyes, a kiss is pressed to his forehead. "Sleep tight, I'll be by in the morning" Aaron whispers. Morning? It's already night? How much as he slept in the last few days? The world gets darker, Aaron's drawn the curtains. So it's not quite so late. Spencer's body is so heavy, very heavy. Another kiss is pressed to his forehead, a hand runs over his hair lovingly.

"Goodnight Spence, I'm so happy you're alright"

Undercover work gone wrong.

Spencer had never been a disobedient agent. Followed almost every order he'd been given, so when Aaron was told he and Spencer were going undercover as a troublesome couple in a kink club and that Spencer was supposed to be a bratty submissive. It just didn't sit right. Until they got there, then Aaron had to fight to ugre to yank on the younger man's hair every five seconds and tell him to behave.

As Aaron pulls him along to a booth Spencer struggleds and whines playfully. Aaron fights the ugre to smack him, god Spencer's infuriating. Aaron pulls the man down on his lap, yanking his head down to Aaron's mouth by the roots of his hair. "You are just begging for some disciples aren't you?" Aaron growls in his ear, making Spencer pout and turn around to face him. Spencer looks down at his boss with big puppy eyes. Play into it Aaron, this is just pretend. Aaron gives me a stern look, it doesn't deter the young agent.

Spencer shifts on his lap, tugging on Aaron's collar. "Oh come on Sir, i'm not begging...yet" That pushes Aaron over the edge. He doesn't even think about it, just rears his hand back and gives Spencer's behind a good smack. "Ouf!" Spencer yelps in surprise and jerks at the pain. The pout on his face grows real. "That hurt" Spencer complains, laying his head down in the crook of Aaron's neck. Aaron sighs and wraps his arms around him. "Sorry" he whispers to the distressed man. Spencer leans close to his ear, his breath sending a shiver down Aaron's spine. "Does that mean i'm doing good?"

Aaron's blindsided. Spencer's not disstressed at all, he's fine. Spencer's not even a tiny bit worked op? All Aaron wants to do it smack him again. "Yes" He hears himself say to Spencer. "You're really, doing good"

Spencer smiles with pride, a naughty, bratty smile before dashing by form the booth and making a run for it. For the second time tonight. Aaron huffs and gets op, not bothering to shout this time, simply walking away him, he'll tired out eventually and Aaron can grab him and scold him. Maybe give him another smack. Hell maybe he really should take him to the spanking room. Spencer's slows as he turns down a hallway, Aaron grabs his wrist and in one swift move. without much thought. Throws the agent over his shoulder, despite Spencer's lusty protests, and gives his bottom a quick smack. "Hey!" Spencer yelps, in still a hell of a bratty tone.

Aaron sits the bratty Spencer down on a wooden chair. "You are digging yourself into a hole you can only get out of with a spoon, so you'll either fix your attitude or get spanked" Aaron doesn't realise just how serious he sounds, he sounds mad, and like he's actually going to spank Spencer. Aaron isn't going on. At least he shouldn't. Spencer's eyes grow wide and the pout disappears, replaced by a wobbly lip. When the first tear falls, Aaron knows he's hit something far too personal. it sends his caregiver instincts into overdrive.

Scooping Spencer op in his arms he's already shushing him and rubing his back, hoping to soothe him. "Shhh, it's alright baby, it's alright, i'm sorry" Aaron rubs his back soothingly and Spencer's tears keep coming. Aaron wants to break character so badly, to ask if Spencer is really upset, to ask what he did to upset him, and if Aaron can fix it or if they need to call it off.

Aaron pats Spencer's back and gently bounces him, it's more instinct then logic. Aaron's use to bouncing a crying baby, not a cry 25 year old. "You wanna go home Baby?" Spencer nods and Aaron calls it right then and there. They're done. It's over. Aaron doesn't even set Spencer down before they get outside of the building. Spencer's still in tears and Aaron feels like he's tried everything.

"I'm sorry baby" Aaron says softly as he sets him down on his feet. Spencer sniffles and wipes his eyes, Aaron isn't use if he's still acting as Spencer tucks himself into Aaron's chest. He takes him into his arms, rubbing his back as they wait for the back-up car to come. "I didn't mean to hurt you" Aaron says softly, Spencer's arms tighen around his middle. "It's okay..." Spencer's voice is weak. He's actually feeling hurt, okay. It's not fake. Aaron holds his colleague close, more friend then colleague. "What happend Honey?" He asks, continuning to gently rub his back, hoping to calm down the younger man. Spencer sniffles and the words pour out like a waterfall.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry i was really trying to do it right but then i just got really scared all when you got so mad and it just made me feel all childlike and small and bad and and and...."

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay, breath. I'm not mad. I'm not gonna hurt you Honey" Aaron pats his back, rocking him from side to side gently. Aaron takes him through a breathing exercise and Spencer calms down enough to stop crying. When the car finally comes they pile into the backseat, Aaron sits in the middle to be close to the still vulnerable man.

Spencer tucks himself into Aaron and he takes him into his arms. "It's okay, i promise. We'll get you home"

"Don't leave me alone" Spencer whispers into his skin. Aaron's response is not thought over, it doesn't matter. "I won't, I'll come with you" Spencer relaxes into Aaron.

As they come to Spencer's apartment, Aaron follows him inside. It's a comfy, cozy place for sure. Spencer tosses his shoes on the floor and Aaron straightens them by the door before taking off his own. Spencer clings to Aaron, and he picks him op. Which only makes Spencer cling closer, Aaron doesn't mind. It's nice to comfort him. To get to comfort him. "I got you" Aaron reasures him, gently rubbing his back.

Aaron tucks him into bed, about to head for the couch when Spencer whines and reaches for him. He chuckles, but gives in. Climbing into bed with Spencer, the younger man snuggles op to him.

Aaron sighs contently as Spencer snuggles op onto of him.