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Untitled, Criminal Minds (Hotch/Reid)
Title: Untitled
Author: FayrieFox
Rating: G+
Warnings: Mentions of dead persons, kinda cheesy
Prompt: Nov 10th -- Criminal Minds - Hotch/Reid - comfort - we are the lucky ones
Summary: A case hits a little close to home to the team and it causes trouble for one of them more obviously than the others.
A/N: I refuse to slash ANY CM characters. In other news, my spell-check suggested that ‘Hotch’ was actually ‘Hooch’ (Bootlegged alcohol kind of hooch.) *rofl*
“You know there was nothing you could have done, Reid.” Special Agent Hotchner said, walking over to where one of his men had collapsed on his knees upon hearing that the latest victim in a string of kidnappings was dead and that the perp had gotten away.
“I should have remembered sooner why the symbol on his vest in the tape looked familiar!” The boy cried out in anguish. “I should have-should have…What if the next victim is? He knows who we are and where to find us!”
Hotch kneeled down beside Reid and settled his arm around his shoulder like an older brother comforting a younger.
“It’s all right, it’ll be all right. We’ll catch him. He won’t lay a single hand on JJ, I promise, just wait and see.” He told the younger agent comfortingly. Slowly he pulled the other to the car that was waiting for them and slid him inside, then waved to JJ to get in with him.
“As loathe as we are to admit it,” He said softly as he waited for her to make her way over, “We’re very lucky. We know what’s out there; we know how low the human race can be brought. That way we can get ourselves ready to face it if we ever need to. That knowledge is how we keep ourselves and one another alive; how we’ll keep JJ alive and with us for this case.”
He stepped away from the door and helped JJ into the seat, then went around front to inform Rossi that he was taking the two back to the hotel for some rest. The whole way back Reid rested his head lightly on the kicking swell of JJ’s stomach that was her baby; fighting away the image of the young, pregnant housewife the van was driving away from.