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Genre: AU-Mirror-Verse; Dark-Fic; Het, PWP
Pairing: Keith/Rachel/Cutie (Chris Hayes)-Mirror Versions
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, BDSM, Threesome
Note: This fic sprang from some very interesting discussions on Twitter, about  the pundits and their opposite numbers in the Star Trek Mirror Universe. (As seen in TOS and DS9.) This is meant to be set in the present-day MSNBC of that particularly dark universe, so enter at your own risk. But if you do,  there be pornz ahoy. Also, I shamelessly borrowed the  title and its associations from Joss Whedon. You'll see why.

Summary: Chris has failed in a mission; Keith allows Rachel to set the punishment, if he gets to watch. With bonus anchor!desk!kink.

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( Oh Keith. You and me, we share our toys so well. )

 Disclaimers: None of the members of the BAU Team, current or former, or John Blackwolf, belong to me, although I wish they did. Neither does Hotch’s dad, though I gave him a first name. The ER doc belongs to me, though. But I make nothing off this, only feedback and love. The title belongs to the late, great Robert Johnson, and his fantastic song.

Rating: FRT. Mentions of violence, injury and blood. Lots of psychic Hotch-whump.

 Spoilers: BIG HUGE AWFUL ONES for the end of 4.25/26, “To Hell and Back”.

 Genre:  Gen/Post-Ep/Angst/AU (due to the events of 5x01)

 Summary:  After being shot by George Foyet, Hotch is hovering between life and death. To survive, he will need the help of a few old friends.