Wolf Moon

Chapter 2

Wolf Moon

 
Ahmose Inarus
 

Disclaimer:  I do not own Criminal Minds, nor do I make any profit off of writing this.

 
SLASH WARNING!!!  Hotch / Reid

 
Written for the Chit Chat on Author’s Corner Halloween Horrors Challenge.  The moderators supplied a number of titles of the novels of the Master of Horror himself, Stephen King.  We were to pick any title and write a fic using that as the prompt.  I chose, “Cycle of the Werewolf”.

Chapter 2

The first time Hotch ever saw Reid in his pelt, was over two years after the boy had joined the BAU.  In hind sight, Hotch wished he had gone running with the boy before…  It seemed ridiculous that he had worked with Reid for as long as he had, and had never seen the boy in his wolf form…  but he hadn’t.

 
But now, they were faced with a brutal UnSub.  And the moment Hotch and Reid had visited the first crime scene, they had met eyes over the body.  And they knew that the scent wasn’t their imagination.  When they got to the police station, Hotch sent Rossi and Emily out to visit with the ME, and sent Morgan and JJ to talk to a witness.

 
And as soon as they were alone, he closed the door and turned to face Reid. 

 
“You smelled it too.”  Reid stated calmly.

 
“I did.”  Hotch nodded.  “We need to find him first.”

 
“And do what?”  Reid asked, as Hotch dug in his briefcase.  The man pulled out a wooden box, and opened it.  Reid approached, and his eyes widened…  Silver bullets.

 
“We kill him.”  Hotch said, beginning to load a clip with silver bullets.

 
“What?”  Reid gasped, eyes wide.

 
“We can’t arrest this one, pup.”  Hotch said, using the nickname that he only utilized when he and Reid were alone.  “If he goes to prison…  well…  imagine what will happen on the full moon.  No.  This one has to die.”  And he slammed the clip into his gun.  Reid took a deep breath, and nodded. 

 
“So no one but us can go after him either.”  Reid said, and Hotch nodded.

 
“We’re going to have to play this one VERY carefully.”  Hotch confirmed, loading another clip.  He knelt and pulled his other gun from the ankle holster, and slammed in the second clip.  Then he turned and handed the gun to Reid.  Reid eyed it, then nodded and accepted it, swapping it out for his revolver.

 
“So how do we do this?”  Reid asked.

 
“We work the profile with the team.”  Hotch said.  “And then the pair of us work it further, with what we know…”

 
And so they did.  Reid worked his geographic profile, while the team worked the case…  And Reid and Hotch conferred frequently.  They were on the case for six days when Reid finally laid down the photo before his Unit Chief.  Hotch stared, and then looked up at Reid.

 
“…  Rob Fiennes.”  Hotch read.

 
“It’s him.”  Reid said.

 
“Are you sure?”

 
“Positive.  He has property at the edge of Miranda County.”

 
“Right.”  Hotch nodded, and stood.