[Criminal Minds] years before love

"Dave, I don't dislike churches, it's just that they make me sick." Finally Hotch relented, standing up, looking out the window at the looming church steeple and murmuring.

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, it makes me feel like I'm being torn apart. It's not like I'm being torn in half. It's a feeling that every cell is being torn apart... It's a strange feeling. After a long time, my whole body hurts. ’” Hotch tried to find the best way to put it, he exhaled and looked down at his fingers, “I… father, think I’m messing around—and it sounds like shit, trying to force me to stay there All day—reflection and repentance."

He forced the corners of his mouth into a smile, "About how old was I at that time? Anyway, I really passed out from the pain in the end. The priest couldn't bear to see the hospital that took me to, and then he lay on the bed for a long time."

Rossi hadn't expected this answer, and knew that Hotch didn't have to make up such an unbelievable lie.

"Some other kind of phobia, maybe?" Hotch said, shrugging his shoulders, with mock ease.

"Aaron, phobias won't keep you in bed for days." Rossi walked over and took his hand. "I'm sorry. No wonder you had a bad face when we went to Hall. If there is another time Chances are, I'll remember to try not to send you to church."

"...Didn't you suggest I see a psychiatrist?" Hotch blinked and shook his head, "It's not that bad now, it's just a little uncomfortable, I can get over it."

"I don't know what caused it, but I don't think a psychiatrist can solve your problem." Rossi stroked his fingertips, "And you know I don't have a good impression of psychiatrists."

Hotch smiled very slightly, and hooked his fingers, "It's hard to imagine you having any interaction with them."

"There are psychiatrists in the bureau, and they were forced to report to them after encountering certain cases earlier." Rossi snorted and explained.

"I know, and thank you and Gideon for letting this rule exist in name only." Hotch nodded.

"How do you know?" Rossi was a little surprised. Existing in name only means that apart from a few old employees like him and Gideon who had to deal with this regulation and didn't cooperate at all, Hotch should never have contacted it.After all, Gideon agrees with him on this point, and absolutely doesn't want to expose his psychology to others.

"Ah, I thought you don't read the employee handbook until you work in a department." Hotch looked at him with a smile.

"You actually watch that?"

"Dave, if you want to challenge some of these unpleasant rules, at least know how it stipulates what." Hotch turned to face Rossi, still hooking his hand, and whispered, "I Know what you were guessing before, but my father is not that perverted, although he is very strict, sometimes not so happy about my behavior, and occasionally takes some necessary measures."

Rossi pulled his fingers to his lips and kissed them, "Aaron, I don't agree with your definition of harsh and necessary."

Hotch lowered his eyes, stared at his hands, and sighed after a long time, "Well, I can't convince myself." He paused for a while, and then said, "At first I said that there is something weird about that abandoned church. , because for the first time I didn't feel that I was in a building that excluded me, maybe I thought too much, maybe it was just because it had been abandoned for too long."

"Then what do you think it is?"

"The castle, Dave. It's a castle that the priest called Rotha built for himself. No normal person would live that far away from people. Humans are pack animals, especially in the old days." Hotch moved closer to him. , the lower bodies of the two people are stuck together through layers of fabric, "and there is no heating equipment, even considering its age - not even a fireplace."

Rossi put his arms around his waist and stroked his hip with one hand, "Aaron, you don't need to profile a man who is probably dead, he may be a little weird, but at least there is no evidence that he has committed any murders Behavior, in various rumors he played the role of a rescuer. It is not his fault that Kirby Hall killed people."

"I'm just a little curious." Hotch's breathing had begun to become a little short, and he retreated towards the bed, muttering in a low voice, "It's hard to imagine his life."

Rossi fumbled to undo his belt, "Why?"

Hotch wraps his arms around his shoulders, bringing them closer together, and Rossi tugs at his clothes cooperatively, "Huh?"

"Why do you want to be curious about the pastor's life half a century ago?" Rossi kissed his lips, guessing casually, "Maybe he has self-abuse tendencies? For a long time, this is not uncommon among the clergy."

Hotch collapsed on the bed, eyes drifting out of the window, "Dave, do you believe in prophecies? Or omens or something."

"It can be used as a reference, but not as evidence." Rossi threw off his clothes, "Do you really want to continue discussing this now?"

Hotch didn't keep up with the rhythm a bit, and reflexively tried to hide back, but was pushed up and held down by Rossi, and he yelled out in a protesting voice, "... Dave, I'm sure I saw it in my dream when I was a child."

"So?" Rossi held his hands and leaned down to kiss his neck.

Hotch slammed, raised his head and said, "Do the whole thing."

Rossi stopped his hand instead, "Are you sure? We have more than 12 hours of flight tomorrow. And we are outside, without professional tools, substitutes can easily hurt you."

"It's okay, let's do it." Hotch pursed his lips, felt his handcuffs and handed them over.