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Silence of the Lambs 6
Title: Mockingbird
Summary: Silence of the Lambs style. Hotch is a serial killer and Reid is sent to interview him.
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: mature content, angst, violence
Thanks for reviewing, guys :) Sorry this is going slow, I have finals this month.
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Chapter 6
Whatever Reid had expected to come of their visit, this wasn't it.
The second Aaron Hotchner looked at him, his expression changed from completely indifferent to utterly shocked. His black eyes widened as he turned, fixating him in what seemed like disbelief.
Reid felt the intensity of the gaze run through him like an electric current, utterly unprepared for the reaction it invoked in him. Out of nowhere, a feeling of nausea and panic suddenly made his stomach turn and his knees buckle.
Those eyes...
'No! Please! Oh God, no! Let him-'
He barely heard his own strangled gasp, barely felt the hand clasping his arm that had to be Gideon's, caught up in the onslaught of image fragments, emotions and sounds suddenly crashing over him, making him sway from the intensity.
He remembered those eyes, remembered he had been writhing in pain and horrified, fighting for his life the last time he'd looked into them. They had been burning with terror and hatred and agony-
"Spencer." A voice broke through the haze, through the screams echoing in his mind and he blinked harshly as he tried to determine which man had spoken over the sound of blood rushing through his ears.
"Spencer!" Gideon was right next to him, looking highly alarmed.
Hotchner had taken a step towards the cell bars, his expression slowly morphing into something other than shock, something much more familiar and frightening. Reid tore his eyes away from him before he could figure out what it was, trying to regain control, to breathe properly again even though it felt like he was choking on the feelings that had grasped him so unexpectedly and inconveniently.
Gideon's grip on his arm tightened, his voice sounding urgent, "Spencer, what's wrong?"
I dont know, he wanted to say, but the truth was he did. He was reacting to a memory, one that Hotchner's sight had triggered.
The little part inside him that wasn't occupied with panicking managed to scold him for letting himself go like this in front of their criminal. On the off chance that it didn't excite and encourage Hotchner, it would definitely not make him seem confident and competent.
"I'm fine," he managed after what felt like an eternity, straightening up, "I'm sorry-I-"
He tried to focus but all he could think of were Aaron Hotchner's eyes boring into him, ripping open scars deep inside him he hadn't known were there, making his palms sweat and his heart race like a rabbit's.
"Reid, outside." He felt Gideon pulling at his arm, and the notion that he had just screwed up the entire interview and greatly disappointed his team cemented itself. His heart sank as he gave into the older agent's urging, even though he felt relief at the prospect of getting out of there.
"No!" They both jumped at the shout, completely unprepared when Hotchner suddenly snapped out of his shocked state and into action.
In a flash, he was across the cell, one hand clutching the bars so tightly that the knuckles of his hands turned white, the other shooting out through the bars and grabbing hold of Reid's free arm in a death grip.
Before Reid knew it he found himself yanked forward with so much force it had him stumbling into the bars, the eyes that had caused all this in the first place suddenly only inches from his own.
Reid felt his heart leap into his throat, images of Hotchner attacking prior victims flashing across his mind, cold terror gripping him. Instinctively, he tried to wrench himself free but the grip on his wrist was relentless, the fingers around it like steel.
Dark, burning eyes locked with his wide, fearful ones, sending more shocks through Reid and eviscerating every last rational thought that wasn't flight, fear, pain, help-
"You-"
Hotchner leaned in, his brows furrowing and Reid took in a sharp breath, drawing back as much as possible, heart racing in the expectation that pain would set in at any second…
But Hotchner didn't make another move.
For mere seconds that felt like an eternity they stared at each other, sharing the same air, Reid petrified while Hotchner took in his terrified expression, his face slowly crunching up in response.
In the background, almost completely drowned out by the rushing of blood in his ears, Reid could make out Gideon shouting, unacknowledged.
The moment was over as abruptly as it had begun. One second, Hotchner opened his mouth as if to say something, the next Gideon suddenly jumped forward, delivering a well aimed blow of his fist to Hotchner's wrist and forcing him to release his grip.
Then he grabbed Reid and dragged him back towards the wall. Reid ended up curled around himself and panting heavily, Gideon holding him upright while the guards stormed into the hallway, making sure they weren't hurt.
"Get back!" one of them shouted at Hotchner, banging his stick against the bars and forcing him to retreat if he didn't want his fingers broken.
"Are you okay?" he asked them urgently but neither answered, Gideon's eyes flickering between Hotchner and Reid in alarm, and Reid still much too busy fighting his own body's stress response.
"Reid?" Gideon's fingers flexed around his arm, trying to pull him upright but Reid didn't move, keeping one hand wrapped around his torso and the other pressed to the side of his head, at the same time shielding himself from the other people with it.
He was still shaking all over, from the shock he'd just gotten as much as from the vivid flashback…he tried to regain control, to calm down somehow but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Hotchner whose stare was vivid now as he took in his reaction, his expression slowly turning into what could only be described as murderous.
"What did you do?"
Gideon tensed as he took in the prisoner's stance in the middle of his cell, his hands balled to fists by his sides, his expression one of dark, undiluted rage. His voice was cutting through the air like a knife, easily heard over the shuffling of feet and labored breaths surrounding them.
"WHAT did you DO?"
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Don't hate me, please... no worries, there will be time for proper conversations between the two. It's gonna go pretty much like it is in the movie. You can tell me if there is something specific you'd like to see happening though :) I'd be happy to hear it.
Summary: Silence of the Lambs style. Hotch is a serial killer and Reid is sent to interview him.
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: mature content, angst, violence
Thanks for reviewing, guys :) Sorry this is going slow, I have finals this month.
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Chapter 6
Whatever Reid had expected to come of their visit, this wasn't it.
The second Aaron Hotchner looked at him, his expression changed from completely indifferent to utterly shocked. His black eyes widened as he turned, fixating him in what seemed like disbelief.
Reid felt the intensity of the gaze run through him like an electric current, utterly unprepared for the reaction it invoked in him. Out of nowhere, a feeling of nausea and panic suddenly made his stomach turn and his knees buckle.
Those eyes...
'No! Please! Oh God, no! Let him-'
He barely heard his own strangled gasp, barely felt the hand clasping his arm that had to be Gideon's, caught up in the onslaught of image fragments, emotions and sounds suddenly crashing over him, making him sway from the intensity.
He remembered those eyes, remembered he had been writhing in pain and horrified, fighting for his life the last time he'd looked into them. They had been burning with terror and hatred and agony-
"Spencer." A voice broke through the haze, through the screams echoing in his mind and he blinked harshly as he tried to determine which man had spoken over the sound of blood rushing through his ears.
"Spencer!" Gideon was right next to him, looking highly alarmed.
Hotchner had taken a step towards the cell bars, his expression slowly morphing into something other than shock, something much more familiar and frightening. Reid tore his eyes away from him before he could figure out what it was, trying to regain control, to breathe properly again even though it felt like he was choking on the feelings that had grasped him so unexpectedly and inconveniently.
Gideon's grip on his arm tightened, his voice sounding urgent, "Spencer, what's wrong?"
I dont know, he wanted to say, but the truth was he did. He was reacting to a memory, one that Hotchner's sight had triggered.
The little part inside him that wasn't occupied with panicking managed to scold him for letting himself go like this in front of their criminal. On the off chance that it didn't excite and encourage Hotchner, it would definitely not make him seem confident and competent.
"I'm fine," he managed after what felt like an eternity, straightening up, "I'm sorry-I-"
He tried to focus but all he could think of were Aaron Hotchner's eyes boring into him, ripping open scars deep inside him he hadn't known were there, making his palms sweat and his heart race like a rabbit's.
"Reid, outside." He felt Gideon pulling at his arm, and the notion that he had just screwed up the entire interview and greatly disappointed his team cemented itself. His heart sank as he gave into the older agent's urging, even though he felt relief at the prospect of getting out of there.
"No!" They both jumped at the shout, completely unprepared when Hotchner suddenly snapped out of his shocked state and into action.
In a flash, he was across the cell, one hand clutching the bars so tightly that the knuckles of his hands turned white, the other shooting out through the bars and grabbing hold of Reid's free arm in a death grip.
Before Reid knew it he found himself yanked forward with so much force it had him stumbling into the bars, the eyes that had caused all this in the first place suddenly only inches from his own.
Reid felt his heart leap into his throat, images of Hotchner attacking prior victims flashing across his mind, cold terror gripping him. Instinctively, he tried to wrench himself free but the grip on his wrist was relentless, the fingers around it like steel.
Dark, burning eyes locked with his wide, fearful ones, sending more shocks through Reid and eviscerating every last rational thought that wasn't flight, fear, pain, help-
"You-"
Hotchner leaned in, his brows furrowing and Reid took in a sharp breath, drawing back as much as possible, heart racing in the expectation that pain would set in at any second…
But Hotchner didn't make another move.
For mere seconds that felt like an eternity they stared at each other, sharing the same air, Reid petrified while Hotchner took in his terrified expression, his face slowly crunching up in response.
In the background, almost completely drowned out by the rushing of blood in his ears, Reid could make out Gideon shouting, unacknowledged.
The moment was over as abruptly as it had begun. One second, Hotchner opened his mouth as if to say something, the next Gideon suddenly jumped forward, delivering a well aimed blow of his fist to Hotchner's wrist and forcing him to release his grip.
Then he grabbed Reid and dragged him back towards the wall. Reid ended up curled around himself and panting heavily, Gideon holding him upright while the guards stormed into the hallway, making sure they weren't hurt.
"Get back!" one of them shouted at Hotchner, banging his stick against the bars and forcing him to retreat if he didn't want his fingers broken.
"Are you okay?" he asked them urgently but neither answered, Gideon's eyes flickering between Hotchner and Reid in alarm, and Reid still much too busy fighting his own body's stress response.
"Reid?" Gideon's fingers flexed around his arm, trying to pull him upright but Reid didn't move, keeping one hand wrapped around his torso and the other pressed to the side of his head, at the same time shielding himself from the other people with it.
He was still shaking all over, from the shock he'd just gotten as much as from the vivid flashback…he tried to regain control, to calm down somehow but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Hotchner whose stare was vivid now as he took in his reaction, his expression slowly turning into what could only be described as murderous.
"What did you do?"
Gideon tensed as he took in the prisoner's stance in the middle of his cell, his hands balled to fists by his sides, his expression one of dark, undiluted rage. His voice was cutting through the air like a knife, easily heard over the shuffling of feet and labored breaths surrounding them.
"WHAT did you DO?"
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Don't hate me, please... no worries, there will be time for proper conversations between the two. It's gonna go pretty much like it is in the movie. You can tell me if there is something specific you'd like to see happening though :) I'd be happy to hear it.
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