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Title: Sanctuary
Author: drabbles_by_v 
Characters/Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, eventually
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4689
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and I'm making no profit by playing with their characters
Warnings:  AU
Summary:  This was written for the following kink!meme prompt: Au: Hotch/Reid
Worn out and from inner demons haunted!Hotch is looking for help and maybe absolution? He finds all that and more in priest!Reid, who is such a nice and understanding guy (well innocent, adorable and a little bit awkward too).
Hotch falls in love with him, tries to seduce him, but Reid is oblivious, so he has to use a little bit force to get what he wants.(No rape please, just a little bit of pushing Reid in the right direction.)

Author's Note:  The comments left on the story inspired more, so I'm posting what was originally written for the meme as the first chapter.  If there's an interest, I have more that I've written and would like to continue working on the story. :)

Aaron Hotchner never expected that he would end up here.  He was the man who had had it all: money, looks, intelligence, an important, promising career that entry-level agents could only dream of, a beautiful wife who was his first sweetheart and his first love, and a son whom he loved more than anything else in this world. 

Yet here he was, stumbling through the rainy streets of downtown in the middle of the night at two in the morning because the bartender kept his keys and he didn’t have enough money to get a cab. 

It was gone, it was all gone, everything he had loved in his life.  His wife left and took their son with her.  He couldn’t get custody.  No judge in the world would give custody to a father with a job with as much risk and time away as he had.  Especially when the mother could be there, reliably.  With his visitation and work schedules, he saw his son maybe once a month.  He’d fought for more than a year for partial custody before his team finally counseled him to stop, told him it was tearing him apart and he couldn’t even see it.

Of course he could see it.  He could feel it.  Feel the way their absence gnawed away at his heart, and into the empty spaces and the failure came rushing the sights and sounds of work, the mutilated bodies, the screaming victims, the laughing killers.  They were going to eat away at him until he was nothing but a hollow shell, rocking in the corner of an asylum, muttering the names of those he had lost over and over and over. 

He ran into something and fell forward.  His hands shot out and he caught himself, then looked up, squinting into the rain.  He was on the steps of a cathedral. 

Sanctuary, whispered through his head, and the word had never sounded so enticing.  Maybe it was nothing more than getting out of the cold and rain, but it was something.  He stumbled his way up the steps and collapsed through the entry.

The doors closed behind him and the noise echoed through the hall.  Aaron looked up.  The lights were dim and the large room was deserted.  There were rows and rows of pews, an alter at the front of the aisle, and a little confession box to the side. 

He sank down into the third pew from the back, bending forward and holding his face in his hands.  He wondered what his wife was doing, if he son ever asked about him, if he even missed him.  He wondered what he could have done differently to save the young girl kidnapped from the playground.  He wondered how much time, exactly, he would have to register the pain from eating a bullet before he died. 

“I’m sorry, were you looking for confession?” a soft voice suddenly asked.

Aaron bolted up in surprise, but his legs caught on the bench and he tripped sideways, just barely catching himself before falling between the rows to the floor.  He looked up with wild eyes, automatically reaching for his gun and pulling it. 

There was a young man standing there, who held his hands up.  “Okay, okay,” he said, very calmly.  “You’re okay, I’m sorry I startled you.  Why don’t you put that away?”

Aaron came to his senses very quickly at the sound of the voice and he put his gun away with shaking hands.  “I’m sorry,” he choked, standing more carefully.  He ducked past the young man and headed towards the door.  “I’ll go, I shouldn’t even be in here.” 

“Wait!” the man said, and ran forward.  “Sir, please, wait.  You came in here for a reason.”  He touched Aaron’s shoulder gently. 

Aaron pulled away with a noise that sounded like a growl.  “Leave me alone,” he said harshly, and grabbed the handles.  He pulled.  They wouldn’t open.  He pulled harder, then slammed his fist into the wood.  The door pushed open slightly and the movement threw off his balance.  As he tried to recover, he stepped back and tripped and fell hard to the ground.

The man was there immediately, kneeling, reaching out carefully to touch his shoulder again.

Aaron dissolved into sobs, slumping forward.  “She left,” he choked.  “She took him away, she took him away and I wasn’t—I wasn’t—and it’s so hard to keep going when I can’t save everyone—oh God—”

The young man wrapped one arm around Aaron’s chest and pulled his arm over his shoulders, standing, helping Aaron rise back up with him.  “Come with me.”  His voice was gentle. 

He led Aaron down the aisle and past the alter, to a door concealed behind a curtain.  It opened to a little room that had a loveseat and a few armchairs, a table, a kitchenette, and a window with the curtains pulled shut.  The young man sat Aaron down on the loveseat and disappeared for a minute before returning and pressing something into his hands.

Aaron looked down.  He was holding a steaming mug of black coffee.  He inhaled deeply. 

“That will warm you up,” the young man said, sitting down in the armchair across from him. 

Aaron took a small sip.  “Thank you,” he mumbled without looking up. 

The young man waited while Aaron recovered, getting his breathing back under control as he nursed at the cup.  His chills slowly went away and he felt himself relaxing.  The pit in his stomach stayed, though.  Coffee couldn’t chase away the black hole eating away at him. 

And then he felt hands covering his own and looked up at the young man.  The bitter drink had cleared his head and he felt like he was seeing his companion for the first time. 

He was a priest, that was immediately apparent from his garb.  His curled brown hair was slightly mussed, like he’d been laying down not long ago, and he had very light, delicate features.  Honey brown eyes with dark shadows under them looked out from under thin eyebrows that were arched in concern. 

“You came here for something,” the priest said softly.  “What was it?”

Aaron shook his head slightly.  “I just wanted to get out of the rain.”

The priest smiled gently and nodded.  “Everything happens for a reason,” he said, squeezing Aaron’s hands tightly before standing.  “Feel free to stay,” he offered.  “I’m going to return to my work, but please tell me if you need anything.”

Aaron forced a smile and nodded as the priest left. 

He finished the coffee and fell asleep on the couch.  When he opened his eyes again, his head ached and light was streaming in through the opened curtain.  A glass of water and a plate with an apple sat before him on the table.  Aaron sat up and looked around.  The room was empty.

He gulped down the water and considered the apple, but felt a guilty twist in his stomach and left it.  He crept from the room.  There were a few people kneeling in the pews, praying.  He couldn’t see the priest from the previous night anywhere and he kept his head down as he exited as quietly as he could. 


They lost even more people on their next case.  Aaron found himself kneeling on the ground yelling for paramedics holding a young man in his arms as he bled to death.  Even after he had showered, even after he was home and away from everything, he looked down and saw blood on his hands. 

He found himself walking back up the steps of the cathedral.  He paused at the door and pressed his hand to the wood.  It felt cool and damp.  He thought of turning away for a moment; he didn’t know why he was here, but he felt drawn to the place. 

He opened the door and slipped in as quietly as he could.  He looked around the room for the second time.  It was peaceful, grand, and full of an ancient reverence that made Aaron’s chest feel tight.  He let out a slow breath and made his way to the confessional box and stepped inside.  He sat down and bowed his head forward, clasping his hands.  He needed to think. 

“You’re back,” came that soft voice from the other side of the box. 

Aaron’s head shot up. 

“Please don’t point a gun at me again,” the priest said, but with obvious amusement. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize someone was in here,” Aaron said.  “I just…”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” the priest offered. 

Aaron took a deep breath.  “I don’t want to bother you,” he said. 

“Nonsense,” the priest said.  “This is my job, remember.”

Aaron was silent. 

The priest seemed uncertain.  Aaron could hear his breath stop for a moment as he thought about what to say.  “Forgive my unorthodox manner,” he finally said, hesitant.  “If you would prefer a more traditional confession…”

Aaron snorted.  “No,” he said.  “It isn’t that.  I just don’t want to talk about…”

“Something brought you here,” the priest said.  “What is it?”

Aaron leaned forward, holding his head in his hands.  So many images flooded through his mind, so many faces, so much guilt, so much hurt.  He didn’t think there was a way to express any of it, didn’t even want to burden another human with the dredges of his mind. 

But the priest’s voice was smooth and warm and inviting, and God, it had been so long since he had let down his shields, maybe just this once, just this once he could talk to another person about this black despair he felt consuming him.

“I—I don’t know,” he finally said. 

“Are there sins you want to confess?”

Aaron thought, long and hard.  “I’m not sure,” he said. 

“What are you not sure about?”

“About…about if I’ve sinned or not.”

“Explain that to me,” the priest said. 

Aaron sighed.  “I worked so hard that I didn’t realize my wife was…was growing away from me.  I didn’t realize how sad she was.  I should have tried harder to be there, when I was at home, but I couldn’t, and she left.  She took my son with her.”

“What were you thinking about when you were at home?”

“Work,” Aaron said quietly. 

“What do you do for work?”

“I catch serial killers,” Aaron said, his voice barely audible.  “We almost always catch them…but sometimes we don’t get there in time.  I held a boy while he died today.”  He wanted to stop talking there, but words kept spilling out.  “Sometimes they kill children and sometimes they rape them first, and sometimes they even get away.  I try to save everyone but I just can’t, I’m not good enough, and every time I sleep I dream about all that blood and I see their faces again.”  He took a shuddering breath.  “I wish I could stop seeing them and hearing their voices.  I can’t stop wondering what more I could have done to save them.”  

There was silence on the other side of the confessional and Aaron held his breath, kicking himself, wondering if he’d said too much.  The priest must hate him for knowing he let people die.

Then Aaron heard a movement and sound as the priest left the box.  His heart sank and he choked back a sob. 

But then his door opened and light streamed in.  Aaron looked up and saw the priest standing there, looking at him eyes that were full of impossibly deep concern and care.  He held out his hand.  “Come with me,” he said. 

Aaron took his hand and allowed himself to be led out of the box.  He followed the priest out to the front pew where they sat.  The priest kept his hands folded tightly around Aaron’s as he spoke. 

“There are many evils in this world,” he said softly.  “Evil is an unstoppable, ultimately powerful force, and it will never rest.  It will never wait.  All anyone can do is react as best they can, but even then, it will do its harm.  Innocents will always be lost.  But you must know that it is never your fault.”

“It is when I can’t find them fast enough,” Aaron whispered.

No,” the priest said.  “When someone dies too soon, it is never your fault, and should never be your burden to bear.  God chose you for a difficult task, one that would fell many others.  Every time you blame yourself, you are taking away from your ability to find the next killer.  No one deserves to shoulder the guilt of others, especially not you.”

Aaron tried to respond and realized he was crying.  “I can’t help it,” he managed to say.  “I see their faces every time I close my eyes.”  He sobbed harshly and looked up into the priest’s eyes.  “What can I do?”

The priest gave him a sad smile.  “You must start with the hardest part,” he said, and touched the side of Aaron’s face with his fingertips.  “You must forgive yourself.”

Aaron’s breath caught.  “I don’t know how,” he said. 

“I know,” the priest said.  “Few do.  Think on it.  Come back after you have had time for self reflection.”

Aaron nodded.  He felt more confused now than before, but he also felt relieved.  Someone knew about his failings and hadn’t rejected him.  He stood. 

“What is your name?” the priest asked.  “So I can pray for you.”

“Aaron Hotchner,” Aaron said.  “What’s yours?”

The priest smiled in a way that made Aaron feel like he was missing out on something.  “I suppose in here I’m Father Reid,” he said.  “But most people call me Spencer.”

“Thank you, then, Spencer,” Aaron said.  “For listening.”

Spencer nodded.  “Always,” he promised.


Aaron returned one week later, again at night.  “Hello?” he whispered into the large room. 

“Aaron,” came that familiar voice, and a shape moved on the steps in front of the alter.  Spencer had been sitting there. 

“Are you always here so late?” Aaron asked.

“Mostly,” Spencer said.  “I find the quiet good for reflection.  Have you thought more on what I said?”

Aaron knew a question evasion when he heard one, but decided not to press.  “Yes,” he said.  “But I’m still not sure…”

“Come sit with me,” Spencer said, and Aaron joined him on the front pew again.  “What have you thought about?” he asked after a moment.

“I thought about how I know I can’t be to blame,” Aaron said.  “I know it wasn’t me who killed those people.”

“Good,” the priest said, nodding.  “What else?”

“I know that I always work as hard as I can to catch the unsub,” Aaron said.  “That there is nothing I can do to find them faster.”

Spencer nodded again.  “But?”

“I still can’t stop feeling guilty,” Aaron said, his voice dropping. 

“That’s the part everyone struggles with,” Spencer said.  “Let me ask you this: if those people you see, the ones you lost, could look back into their lives, what do you think they would feel about you?”

“I think they would hate me,” Aaron said.  “For letting them down.”

“I think,” Spencer said slowly, pressing his fingers together in a steeple, “They would thank you.”

Aaron’s head jerked up.  “What?”

“You fought for them, with all your strength,” Spencer said.  “You did everything you could to save them, but someone else got to them first.  And even after they were lost, you fought for justice to be done.”

Aaron nodded, fighting to keep his breathing steady. 

“Let me ask you something,” Spencer said softly.  “When those people think about the person who did them the most harm, who do they imagine?”

“I—I guess their killers,” Aaron admitted.

“Who you caught so they could never kill again,” Spencer said.  “So why would they hate you at all?”

Aaron nodded again.  He didn’t think he could speak.

“You’re having so much trouble because you think you must be hated,” Spencer said, and he pressed his hand over Aaron’s.  “But you aren’t, not by them.  You need to forgive yourself, Aaron.”

Aaron sobbed and pressed his hand over his eyes, feeling every part of himself breaking apart.  He didn’t know how to forgive himself, how to let go.  And then he felt strong, steady arms wrap around him and the priest’s forehead touched his own and he heard a gentle whisper: “I forgive you.”

Aaron turned into the priest’s hold and clung to him.  Some small part of him felt so infantile, so completely ridiculous, but he didn’t care.  Spencer faithfully held him until the tears stopped and he felt like he could stand.

He left soon, embarrassed, and there was a quietly amused look on Spencer’s face as he made his way awkwardly to the door.  Aaron made his way home by walking, watching as the sky grew lighter and dawn broke.  When the sun hit his face he stopped and closed his eyes.  For the first time in a long time, he felt himself smile. 


Aaron returned to the cathedral the next Sunday morning and slipped into the back of the congregation.  He hadn’t been to church in a very long time, and never to a Catholic service. 

He focused on Spencer, who was delivering the sermon.  He was speaking to the nature of good and evil and how a person can learn to see these driving forces within himself.  Aaron very quickly recognized some of the theories as Buddhist in origin.  He wondered if anyone else in the room did, too. 

As the service went on, Aaron found himself focusing less on Spencer’s words and more on Spencer himself.  He’d never had this much time to just observe the man, who was, as it turned out, a highly animated speaker.  He never stopped moving his hands and often shifted on his feet, even sometimes pacing back and forth.  His black uniform accented his height and Aaron realized he was very slender. 

And then he found himself staring at the priest’s lips, soft and light, and wondering what it would feel like to press that lithe body against a wall and claim that mouth with his own—

Aaron shook himself mentally, shocked at the thought.  He felt like a thunderclap had just gone off in the back of his head and he looked down to see his hands shaking. 

He swallowed heavily and forced himself to look back up.  The light streaming in from the stained glass mural behind the alter caught Spencer’s golden brown curls and made his skin, which looked so pale against the black clothing, seem warm.  Aaron wanted to touch that skin, see what it looked like in the moonlight…

Aaron took a steadying breath and tried to calm his fluttering heart.  He could barely wait for the end of the service, which seemed to take too long and come too soon all at once, before making a hasty escape. 


He was back that same night.  He found himself worrying that the priest wouldn’t be there, since he had been in so early that morning, but as soon as he entered, he heard the warm greeting from the alter. 

Spencer was standing there, looking like he had been pacing.  He came to greet Aaron midway down the aisle. 

“I saw you this morning,” he said as they walked back to the alter steps to sit.  “How did you like the sermon?”

“I enjoyed it,” Aaron answered honestly.  “But…I didn’t realize this church was so liberal.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Buddhist theology,” Aaron said.  “I was surprised to hear you using it.”

“Ah…” Spencer said, and to Aaron’s surprise, he actually looked a little embarrassed.  “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t inquire about that to any of the others, I could lose my position.”


“I have the unfortunate habit of curiosity,” Spencer said, and Aaron could hear something almost bitter in his voice.  “I have read the works and teachings of every major religion and spiritual theory, and many of the smaller ones, as well.  I pull guidance from wherever I can.”

“You speak more to human nature than God,” Aaron said. 

“I do,” Spencer admitted.

“It works well,” Aaron said, letting his voice drop to a low murmur.  He leaned in closer and brushed his fingers against the priest’s arm.  “It was a very beautiful sermon.”

Spencer just looked at him with a smile and a simple, “Thank you.”  And before Aaron could say anything else, he asked, “How are you doing?”

“I’m well,” Aaron said.  “I really am.  I thought a lot, about everything you said.  My job will never be easy, but I feel calmer.”

“I’m happy for you,” Spencer said, meeting Aaron’s eyes. 

Aaron felt his breath stolen away.


Aaron returned to the church frequently when his work schedule allowed it and when he wasn’t too tired.  He learned that Spencer was always there at night and he learned from watching the way all the officials interacted after services that the young priest was not fully accepted into their social group.  Whenever he spoke to one of them, his entire demeanor changed.  He became shy, eyes downcast, and fumbled awkwardly with his words (adorably awkwardly, Aaron thought).

That didn’t seem to bother him much, though.  He spent most of his time talking to members of the congregation, smiling always.  Soon Aaron realized that his smile was almost always present when he spoke to others, never too imposing, just a faint quirk of his lips that didn’t disappear until he thought no one was watching him. 

All the while Aaron grew closer to the priest and sometimes their talks stretched far into the night and even into dawn.  He began to understand the shadows under his eyes. 

“Why are you always here at night?” Aaron asked one night.

The question made Spencer hesitate, something that rarely happened.  “I find peace here,” he finally said, his voice quiet. 

“But peace from what?” Aaron pressed.  “Surely your home can be peaceful, too.”

Spencer turned away at those words and for the first time since Aaron had met him, he didn’t answer. 

“Spencer?” Aaron asked, carefully reaching around and touching his fingers to the priest’s cheek and turning his face back. 

“There is no peace in my house,” Spencer whispered.  He gestured to the room.  “This is my sanctuary.”

Aaron leaned in close.  “I could bring you peace in my home,” he murmured. 

Spencer just gave him that infuriatingly innocent smile and thanked him for the offer, but politely declined. 


“Why did you go into the priesthood?”

Spencer seemed caught off-guard by the question, and it was one Aaron had been preparing for a while.  He noticed that Spencer very rarely spoke of God, even in his sermons, and he was starting to wonder whether the younger man even believed in one. 

When Spencer took too long to answer, Aaron took his hand and squeezed tightly.  “You can tell me anything, you know.”

Spencer gave him a brief smile.  “That’s my job,” he teased, then sobered.  “I’ve always wanted to help people,” he said.  “I’m good at reading them, at seeing what they need.”

“Why not be a therapist?”

Spencer shook his head slightly.  “Psychology…brings back bad memories.  This was a better way to reach out to people.  I can speak to anyone, at any time.  They don’t need to pay me, they don’t need to schedule an appointment.”

“But the religion…”

“A mean to an end,” Spencer said. 

Aaron reached up and stroked his fingers down the side of Spencer’s face.  “You’ve spent your whole life sacrificing yourself for others,” he said.  “Why don’t you let someone else help you instead?”

“I don’t need any help,” Spencer said.

“You’re not the only one good at reading people,” Aaron said.  “You’re unbearably lonely.  You leave nothing for yourself.”  He licked his lips.  “Let someone in.”

“I’m really—”

“Let me in,” Aaron said, gazing into Spencer’s eyes.  He curled his hand around the young man’s neck, speaking in a deep voice.  “Don’t you think that would feel good, letting me in?”

Spencer laughed.  “I feel fine, Aaron,” he said. 

Aaron had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping.  Either Spencer was the most polite man on earth, or the most oblivious. 

He was going to find out, one way or another. 


Aaron brought Spencer flowers the next time he visited.  Not just flowers, but a bouquet of deep red roses and delicate white tuberoses.  A mix of the universal symbol for passion and love with a flower that was rumored to have aphrodisiac qualities, which symbolized dangerous pleasure.  Spencer, Aaron had discovered, read and remembered everything he could get his hands on, especially books dealing with spirituality and meaning.  Surely he had read something about flowers.

When he handed them over, Spencer took them and his eyes lit up.  “Thank you, Aaron!” he said.  Aaron thought for a split second that he understood, and then he turned around and took them up to the alter. 

“These will be perfect to brighten the room,” Spencer announced. 

Aaron could only stare.


He decided to be more direct the next time.  During a lull in conversation, Aaron asked, “Would you like to go out?”

“Go out where?” Spencer asked. 

Apparently not direct enough. 

“You know…” Aaron said.  “Out.”

“Yeah,” Spencer said.  “You said that.  Where?”

“Um…coffee.  My treat.”

“You do know my weaknesses,” Spencer said. 


Their coffee “date” had to be put on hold for a few weeks while Aaron was away on work, and it unfortunately wasn’t as romantic as Aaron had planed.  He was shaken from the case and Spencer spent most of the time consoling him, coaching him on how live through the loss and the guilt, guiding him through the darker moments. 

It wasn’t until almost a week later when Aaron was able to get over to the church at night.  True to form, he found Spencer there alone. 

“Come with me,” Aaron said, and held out his hand. 

Spencer took it and rose to his feet and Aaron led him to the front of the room so they were standing right in front of the alter. 

“Spencer Reid,” Aaron said.  “You are not getting any of my hints.”

Confusion flashed across Spencer’s face.  “About what?”

Aaron placed one hand firmly against the priest’s waist and pulled him close.  He leaned in so their lips were almost touching and ran his thumb along Spencer’s cheekbone back to his ear and down to his neck before following the path with his mouth, just barely brushing against the younger man’s skin.  He tightened his grip around Spencer’s waist and brought their bodies flush together.  He heard Spencer’s breath hitch in surprise and he pressed kisses all down the side of his neck to the top of his collar. 

“About this,” Aaron whispered, lifting his head.  He met Spencer’s eyes, which were wide with surprise, cupped his fingers under his chin, and tilted his head and leaned in and kissed him. 

He could feel that Spencer didn’t know what to do, so he kept the kiss very short and gentle before pulling back and resting his forehead against the priest’s. 

“Aaron,” Spencer breathed. 

“Is this okay?” Aaron asked softly. 

“I—I’m not even sure what this is,” Spencer admitted with a nervous laugh. 

“A kiss,” Aaron said, amused.  “Maybe more.  If you want.”

“I’ve never…” Spencer said shyly. 

“I know,” Aaron said. 

Spencer licked his lips, hesitantly, and then glanced at Aaron with an adorable embarrassed grin and a blush.  “It felt good,” he admitted.

Aaron grinned.  Finally! he cheered to himself.  “Come home with me,” he said.  “I hate the idea of you here alone all night.”

Spencer smiled at him, and Aaron realized it was a different smile than the one he had grown so accustomed to.  This one was real and happy, and then Spencer nodded, and pulled Aaron in for another shy kiss. 

Next chapter here.


( 25 thoughts — Thoughts? )
Oct. 20th, 2010 02:39 am (UTC)
That was wonderful! More please.
Oct. 25th, 2010 12:33 am (UTC)
More it is! Thank you for commenting. :)
Oct. 20th, 2010 04:42 am (UTC)
Loved it since the first time I read it. Looking forward to the next chapter. &hearts
Oct. 25th, 2010 12:33 am (UTC)
<3 I'm so glad. I can't tell you how much the encouragement helped me keep writing.
Oct. 20th, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
I loved this the first time I read it and I love it now. I definitely hope you continue this. Well done.
Oct. 25th, 2010 12:34 am (UTC)
Definitely continuing! Thank you so much for the amazing comment. I'm glad to see some of the people who saw it on the kink!meme are seeing it now, since it was largely their comments that inspired me. :)
Oct. 20th, 2010 02:39 pm (UTC)
This was lovely. The quietness and undercurrents of loneliness and desperation made the last scene at the alter very erotic and sweet at the same time. Will there be more? I'd love to see how the aftermath unfolds and the relationship evolves.
Oct. 25th, 2010 12:35 am (UTC)
As it turns out, there will indeed be more, and it has resulted in the longest fanfiction plot I've thought up in years!

Thank you so much for the comment, it means a lot. :)
Oct. 20th, 2010 06:55 pm (UTC)
Loved it the first time....loved it again. I love AU fics and this one is awesome.

Definitely MORE please.
Oct. 25th, 2010 12:36 am (UTC)
This is my first serious AU fic, I'm so glad you like it. Thank you for rereading it and commenting! There will definitely be more. ^^
Oct. 20th, 2010 07:01 pm (UTC)
very well written and a very lovely read.
Oct. 25th, 2010 12:36 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you think so, thank you!
Oct. 21st, 2010 10:00 pm (UTC)
Once I got past - Spencer a priest?! No seriously?, which your explanation of it as a means to an end helped with tremendously - this is wonderfully put together. The imagery and characterization is perfect.

Please show us lots more.
Oct. 25th, 2010 12:37 am (UTC)
I did the same thing when I read the prompt for the first time. XD

There will indeed be lots more now, with a plot that's going to take its way through the Criminal Minds canon.

Thank you so much for the comment. :)
Oct. 24th, 2010 02:33 am (UTC)
I loved this, please continue!!
Oct. 25th, 2010 12:38 am (UTC)
Ask and ye shall receive. XD I'm so glad you like it, thank you for the comment!
Oct. 24th, 2010 06:46 am (UTC)
Enjoying this so far. Hope to see more soon!
Oct. 25th, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)
You won't have to wait long! I'm very glad you're enjoying it, thank you for commenting. :)
Nov. 12th, 2010 10:01 am (UTC)
I don't know what it is but something is ODD about the dialogue or is it your amateurish POV..It just doesn't flow right.
Nov. 12th, 2010 10:21 am (UTC)
Can you point out any specific parts? Otherwise your comment is very unhelpful to me, and I'd like to know where I can improve.

This "chapter" was written originally as a one-shot, and I felt like there was a lot of story that had to be told very quickly in order for it to work. Maybe that's the reason for the flow feeling off.
Dec. 12th, 2010 02:53 am (UTC)
Any reason why Reid is what he is in this story instead of say, a FBI agents??

I mean, where and when did his path diverge and WHY??

Oh and a little of the actual show CM and other characters in this story would be nice.

Dec. 12th, 2010 03:07 am (UTC)
I try to explain that in later chapters, and the rest of the team starts showing up more later as well. Have you read anything beyond the first chapter?

As for this part (which was written as a one-shot), Reid is what he is and not an FBI agent because that was what the the prompter requested.
Dec. 15th, 2010 11:11 pm (UTC)
I've just started this and think it's great! I'm not much of one for commenting, but I will try from time to time. Usually I'm too interested in continuing stories to stop LOL. I'll do my best or give my overall comment when I'm finished the entire fic :)
Dec. 23rd, 2010 06:29 pm (UTC)
Awwww. This is so sweet! I'm enjoying the AU verse you've created and I'm really looking forward to reading the rest. I'm Shadow from dragcave. :)
Aug. 20th, 2011 06:49 pm (UTC)
Definitely an interesting beginning. I just discovered this and cant wait to go and read the net chapters. How does his being a priest affect the carnality of a homosexual relationship?
More please.
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