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Felix was gone. The shock hadn't worn off when Shannon went to bed and he woke up fully expecting to see his lover in the room with him, but the apartment was cold and empty. In the living room the incriminating evidence still lay on the table. He cleaned the ash of the burned flyer but he couldn't make himself touch the photographs. Not wanting to be alone in the place that was theirs, he quickly dressed and left the building.

As he walked to a nearby coffee shop, he had a sudden urge for company. While waiting on the line he dialed Hotch's number.

Date: 2015-02-08 06:35 am (UTC)
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With only the briefest of explanation, a cry for help, Hotch flew from his own apartment and made his way to the coffee shop. There had been no time for details but he knew they would come over coffee. Parking was a nightmare and it took longer than he would have liked, but he walked in, dark blue suit paired with a white shirt and a crimson tie.

"Shannon," he said, offering his hand to the man. "I'm sorry it took so long."

Date: 2015-02-08 08:16 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, just black," he replied. "I'll be right back."

And he was. It took the girl at the counter only a moment to pour for him and he didn't pay, sure he'd have more than one. He came back, his posture alone giving away his concern.

"All right, start at the beginning..."

Date: 2015-02-09 04:49 am (UTC)
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"What are they blackmailing you for?" Hotch asked. "Money? Something more precious?"

What people wanted told him more about the nature of the crime. Sometimes the point wasn't money. It was terror, or control, or humiliation...

Date: 2015-02-09 05:01 am (UTC)
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"No demands? What have they done?" he asked, his brows drawing together in concern.

Date: 2015-02-14 05:00 am (UTC)
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"So terrorism more than extortion?" he asked. "Am I to take it your lover didn't take it well?"

Date: 2015-02-19 02:26 am (UTC)
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"Oh, Shannon, I'm terribly sorry," Hotch said, genuinely concerned. His brows drew together, his mouth turned down, and his eyes focused on Shannon. He didn't so much as blink. "Temporarily, I hope..."

Date: 2015-03-02 12:39 pm (UTC)
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"I believe I can help you, yes. And if you don't want to open an official investigation I'll dedicate my time to the case after my shift," he said. It went unsaid that he'd be using official resources to aid any investigation he did.

"We can begin now, even. The sooner we start, the better."

Date: 2015-03-11 04:34 am (UTC)
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"Happy to," he replied, eager to start pursuing any leads. "Now, I assume? You don't want to let any more time pass, Shannon. it's important to act quickly."

Date: 2015-03-11 07:46 pm (UTC)
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"Destroyed? If you tore it up I can still use it," Hotch said, but there was a bit of a disconnect in the statement. He was busy pouring over what there was to see. All quite damning in a certain light. For him...well, to Hotch it meant nothing but he wasn't the intended target. He had no doubt this was exactly as terrorizing as it was meant to be for Shannon.

Date: 2015-03-13 04:32 am (UTC)
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"I see," he said, though he didn't really and a moment later he asked, "What do you mean...for...him?"

Date: 2015-03-13 03:17 pm (UTC)
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Hotch doubted very much it was for his "time' as Shannon so delicately phrased it. But the absolute specifics weren't necessary, not when Hotch could see the meaning on the man's face.

"One more question," he said. "Was it news to you or did you know about his past before?" he asked as gently as he could.

Date: 2015-03-13 09:56 pm (UTC)
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Shannon said more with the look on his face and the slope of his shoulders than anything. Hotch understood just how personal this was, not that he hadn't known before but he hadn't realized. He laid the photos aside and moved in closer to the younger man and impulsiely he laid a hand on his shoulder- heavy and reassuring.

"I'll keep it quiet. I'll do everything I can," he promised. "Is there anything else I can do for you? I mean immediately...aside from the investigation?"

Date: 2015-03-15 05:27 am (UTC)
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"If we can get to the bottom of this maybe he'll come home," Hotch replied softly.

Date: 2015-03-16 03:56 pm (UTC)
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"Actually, yes," he said tightly, the truth of it clearly personal and quite painful. It was also clear no more would be forthcoming.

"Are you in contact with him at all? If yoou are I'd suggest you let him know I'm on the case. Try to communicate as much as you can."

Date: 2015-03-18 01:51 am (UTC)
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"Of course, Shannon. I swear I will do everything I can. Is there anything else or shall I get back and start to alayze some of this?" he asked, not wanting to leave any loose ends.

Date: 2015-03-18 08:42 pm (UTC)
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"Then I'll get to work," He promised with utmost gravity. "I'll call you when I know something."

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