Fic: To Salve the Psyche (1/1 Hotch/Reid)
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thefroggTitle: To Salve the Psyche
Author: Frogg
Beta: None
Series: In Search of Peace
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: FRT-13, mention of torture and child abuse
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Warnings: Slash, spoilers through Profiler, Profiled, mild voyeurism (no explicit sex, just a private moment), mild D/s overtones
Author's Note: Sequel to A Bandaid for the Soul
"Why," Gideon barked as he strode back into the UnSub's trophy room, making Emily flinch and back away, "are they still down there? I thought I told you--" and he reached for the microphone.
Realizing what Gideon was about to do, Morgan grabbed the microphone by the base with one hand, and yanked the cord out of the jack with the other. "No."
"No?" Rare anger darkened Gideon's face.
"Gideon--"
"Hotch has been--"
Morgan pushed himself out of his seat, handing the microphone and cord to Emily out of Gideon's reach. "Gideon, with all due respect, Hotch is getting a hell of a lot more than a hospital can offer him right there, and he won't if we interrupt them."
"This is an active crime--"
"Sir, keep the cops out of here and away from the basement, and it can be as active as you want," Emily put in, edging around Gideon to the door. "You have seniority, and it's not like a few minutes one way or the other matters at this point."
"Spencer has three doctorates. One's an M.D., he's a specialist in trauma of all things. Any ER in the country would hire him in a heartbeat. And--"
"Internal bleeding, fractures, concussion--" Gideon started ticking off on blunt fingers.
"He has a concussion, we can tell that from here. That's why he's not getting off the damn cot, he'd probably lose the water Reid's managed to get into him." Morgan glared. "Reid is a trauma specialist," he said again, after a tense silence. "You know - we all know - that Hotch has been running on fumes for a while now. There's something broken inside him. We've all been waiting for Reid to wake up and realize that he's the only one with any chance of being able to fix that something. If it can be," he added almost as an afterthought.
"In the UnSub's basement."
"They aren't in immediate danger. They aren't even all that uncomfortable. I've been watching for the last few minutes, and Hotch is more relaxed now, dehydrated, worked over and in the UnSub's goddamn basement," and he jabbed a finger at the monitors, "than I've ever seen him. Ever. I've got something broken inside me, too, Gideon, and I know, I know, the only thing that could break me worse than I already am is to find the foundation I've been looking for and have someone destroy it before I believe it's really there."
Gideon's gaze flickered across the monitors, some of the tension and anger draining from his shoulders.
Reid hovered over Hotch, carefully cleaning dust and blood from his hair, Hotch turning his head just enough to press his cheek against Reid's wrist.
"Reid knew we were going to be right behind him. He knows we're here. Hotch knows we're on the way, he wouldn't have let Reid uncuff him otherwise," Emily said softly.
"I don't think either of them care we're watching over them right now. Hotch really isn't in any shape to. But interrupting them is not an option." Morgan watched Gideon stare at the monitors, risking a glance at them himself.
Reid had moved and was now sitting on the edge of the cot, Hotch's once-cuffed wrist in his hands. They both seemed to be waiting peacefully, the slow stroking of Reid's hands over bruised and scraped flesh the only movement.
Holding out a hand, Morgan nodded to Emily and accepted the microphone a moment later, straightening out the cord and plugging it back into the jack. A loud click of an orange switch turned the device on, and a faint background hum started up. Morgan's finger tapped on the microphone head a few times; they all saw Spencer raise his head. "You two doing okay down there? Need anything? First aid kit, Gatorade, fresh clothes?"
Spencer laughed weakly, shaking his head and looking back down at Hotch. "Need a stretcher, wouldn't mind the first aid kit, but otherwise we're okay." His voice sounded tinny and warped over the intercom system.
Gideon leaned over the microphone before Morgan could reply. "Good. Sit tight, we'll be down in a few minutes."
"Not...going...anywhere," came Hotch's reply, rough and oddly content.
~~~the end~~~
Author: Frogg
Beta: None
Series: In Search of Peace
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: FRT-13, mention of torture and child abuse
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Warnings: Slash, spoilers through Profiler, Profiled, mild voyeurism (no explicit sex, just a private moment), mild D/s overtones
Author's Note: Sequel to A Bandaid for the Soul
"Why," Gideon barked as he strode back into the UnSub's trophy room, making Emily flinch and back away, "are they still down there? I thought I told you--" and he reached for the microphone.
Realizing what Gideon was about to do, Morgan grabbed the microphone by the base with one hand, and yanked the cord out of the jack with the other. "No."
"No?" Rare anger darkened Gideon's face.
"Gideon--"
"Hotch has been--"
Morgan pushed himself out of his seat, handing the microphone and cord to Emily out of Gideon's reach. "Gideon, with all due respect, Hotch is getting a hell of a lot more than a hospital can offer him right there, and he won't if we interrupt them."
"This is an active crime--"
"Sir, keep the cops out of here and away from the basement, and it can be as active as you want," Emily put in, edging around Gideon to the door. "You have seniority, and it's not like a few minutes one way or the other matters at this point."
"Spencer has three doctorates. One's an M.D., he's a specialist in trauma of all things. Any ER in the country would hire him in a heartbeat. And--"
"Internal bleeding, fractures, concussion--" Gideon started ticking off on blunt fingers.
"He has a concussion, we can tell that from here. That's why he's not getting off the damn cot, he'd probably lose the water Reid's managed to get into him." Morgan glared. "Reid is a trauma specialist," he said again, after a tense silence. "You know - we all know - that Hotch has been running on fumes for a while now. There's something broken inside him. We've all been waiting for Reid to wake up and realize that he's the only one with any chance of being able to fix that something. If it can be," he added almost as an afterthought.
"In the UnSub's basement."
"They aren't in immediate danger. They aren't even all that uncomfortable. I've been watching for the last few minutes, and Hotch is more relaxed now, dehydrated, worked over and in the UnSub's goddamn basement," and he jabbed a finger at the monitors, "than I've ever seen him. Ever. I've got something broken inside me, too, Gideon, and I know, I know, the only thing that could break me worse than I already am is to find the foundation I've been looking for and have someone destroy it before I believe it's really there."
Gideon's gaze flickered across the monitors, some of the tension and anger draining from his shoulders.
Reid hovered over Hotch, carefully cleaning dust and blood from his hair, Hotch turning his head just enough to press his cheek against Reid's wrist.
"Reid knew we were going to be right behind him. He knows we're here. Hotch knows we're on the way, he wouldn't have let Reid uncuff him otherwise," Emily said softly.
"I don't think either of them care we're watching over them right now. Hotch really isn't in any shape to. But interrupting them is not an option." Morgan watched Gideon stare at the monitors, risking a glance at them himself.
Reid had moved and was now sitting on the edge of the cot, Hotch's once-cuffed wrist in his hands. They both seemed to be waiting peacefully, the slow stroking of Reid's hands over bruised and scraped flesh the only movement.
Holding out a hand, Morgan nodded to Emily and accepted the microphone a moment later, straightening out the cord and plugging it back into the jack. A loud click of an orange switch turned the device on, and a faint background hum started up. Morgan's finger tapped on the microphone head a few times; they all saw Spencer raise his head. "You two doing okay down there? Need anything? First aid kit, Gatorade, fresh clothes?"
Spencer laughed weakly, shaking his head and looking back down at Hotch. "Need a stretcher, wouldn't mind the first aid kit, but otherwise we're okay." His voice sounded tinny and warped over the intercom system.
Gideon leaned over the microphone before Morgan could reply. "Good. Sit tight, we'll be down in a few minutes."
"Not...going...anywhere," came Hotch's reply, rough and oddly content.
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Date: 2007-09-05 09:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 12:03 pm (UTC)And here I got the bunny to do a dark!fic version of this where Gideon does interrupt and Hotch ends up self-destructing...
Le sigh. We'll see what happens with the
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Date: 2007-09-05 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 03:02 pm (UTC)I don't even like reading dark!fic. I don't want to think about writing it!
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Date: 2007-09-07 04:12 pm (UTC)Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to come up with a series title for the dark!fic version of In Search of Peace.
I hate my muse sometimes.no subject
Date: 2007-09-07 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-07 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-07 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-07 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-07 06:21 pm (UTC)::snickers and goes back to writing the notes/timeline/table of contents for Broken Foundations::
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Date: 2007-09-07 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 01:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 07:22 pm (UTC)No, really. I like it, too. I obviously have a few ideas of how to continue it, but at this point I doubt it's going to balloon into the 500 pound gorilla that OI&E became.
Why, oh WHY, can't I stick to writing the series that I intended to write as series? I don't even know if the Hotch/Morgan series I wanted to write instead of OI&E will ever see light of day now...::whine::no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 12:54 am (UTC)Glad you like!
I need to go claim another episodes and incidents table for Hotch/Reid. Which means I'll have to go back and edit tags...
So much for this not becoming another 500 pound gorilla.::pushes OI&E over to one side to make room::
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Date: 2007-09-06 01:27 am (UTC)I enjoyed both this story and the first one very much. I like that it's Reid rescuing Hotch in this one. Will we see some dom! Reid /sub!Hotch for this series? I do like sub!Hotch. *G*
Great beginning and I'm looking forward to the rest of the series.
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Date: 2007-09-06 01:43 am (UTC)Thanks! It's not the last time he'll be the one doing the rescuing; I got another plotbunny on the way home from dropping the car off at the shop.o_O Yes, you'll be seeing some dom!Reid and sub!Hotch, but it's not really going to be a 'traditional' D/s relationship. And no BDSM in it, either. Just...no.
Thanks! I need to add a few more stories to the timeline already.::sigh::
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Date: 2007-09-09 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-09 12:44 pm (UTC)So far, my brain's come up with three versions of this series. Of course, my muse would come up with the post-funeral version first...
Why me?no subject
Date: 2007-09-09 12:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-09 01:04 pm (UTC)My muse is still trying to decide if Hotch is the only one who dies in that one...Le sigh.
Usually the characters have to earn them first, but I'm very much a believer in happy endings. My muse isn't letting go of this for some reason.
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Date: 2007-09-09 01:07 pm (UTC)I am happy to do absolutely horrible things to characters but they have to end well.
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Date: 2010-01-27 10:06 pm (UTC)But great story! :D
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Date: 2010-01-29 04:46 am (UTC)Thank you!