Pollution
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine:
A/N: OMG! So sorry for the total mess the last chapter was in….I have tried to correct as much as I could but its real hard to see what you are doing when you are laughing so much you are crying.
I will attempt to keep my HHhhhhHH under better control this time !!! Thank you !
He sat and looked at the spider crawling down the edge of his bookshelves. He held a mug of coffee in one hand and a small doll in the other. He sighed and closed his eyes. Spencer was wearing his blue bath robe, and slippers and his hair was still damp from the shower.
Everything had been lost.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
No one looked at him the same.
He was dirt.
He was nothing.
Reid looked down at the small doll in his hand and felt a huge pang of grief and loss. All he had once had, good or bad, was gone. He put the doll to his face and inhaled the scent and felt his breath shuddering inside him. A while ago he would have felt tears now, but that was then. Now there is nothing. He placed his mug on a coaster on the coffee table and stood up. The doll dropped from his fingers as he walked slowly towards the door. Morgan, lucky babysitter for the day was in the shower.
He stood and listened to the sound of the water running.
The main door was locked but he quickly slipped the lock and opened the door. He walked silently down the corridor to the lifts at the end.
It was dark and quiet and it felt good.
The cold night air was refreshing on his hot skin as he began his walk down towards the park. He needed space. He knew they were trying to help him. He knew that they thought he was dirt. He knew that they had seen the dozens of dvd's that had been sent to the BAU. They had seen every dirty filthy moment. They had analyzed it to see if he seemed drugged, to try to work out where this had happened, to see if they could work out who the other people in the movies were, but in the process they had seen how far into hell he had slipped. How he had almost begun to enjoy some of it.
Floyd had written him a few letters explaining how he wouldn't be associated with filth like him. How he wanted nothing more to do with him. How he hoped he had picked up an STD and would rot. He had sent a few such letters, some of which Reid was sure had tear marks on them.
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He walked down past the big old buildings on his block and listened to the voices jabbering in the back of his head. He heard them arguing with each other, and trying get Spencer to listen, but tonight he wanted to be alone. Just himself. Nothing else.
It only took about fifteen minutes to walk to the small park near the end of the street he lived in. It would be empty this time of night, it always was. His hair which had been damp from his shower was now fluffy and dry. He wanted to go and look at the river. It was fast flowing this time of year, and he could hear it rushing around the base of the bridge and so he walked over to sit on the bench next to the bridge.
You should have got dressed.
"I am dressed."
You are in a bath robe you idiot.
"Leave me alone."
You have lost you mind you know
"It's not lost. I know what I am doing."
Watching the river at night in your bathrobe?
"I said to leave me alone." Reid put his hands up to his ears and pressed hard. "I don't want you in my head anymore. Get out." He got up and started to walk over the bridge.
We don't want to leave.
It had started to rain now, and he could feel the cold winter rain on his face and scarred hands. He stood and looked at them for a while and remembered the pain briefly and winced making a soft moan as he ran fingers over the dents on the palms of his hands.
"Please go. I need to think. I can't think with you in there nagging at me"
He walked over the tall bridge with his head down listening to the voices and sometimes joining in with them. He was about half way over the bridge when the trouble started. He really should have been looking where he was going but he was concentrating on that voice to the right back which was talking about precipitation in the north west states when he walked into something.
He quickly and carefully glanced up. He knew this was a mistake. He knew he should keep his head down, but he needed to see what he had walked into.
It was big. Taller than Reid and about twice as wide and with friends who matched the first guys appearance. Spencer muttered a quick sorry again and tried to step out of their way.
A hand on his shoulder.
A hand in his hair. Pulling his head up so the guy could see his face. The dark circles under his eyes, and the empty look on his face and now a voice in his face so close he could smell the rotten fetid breath.
"D d don't. Please don't" Reid moved a hand and placed it over the one which was holding his hair.
They had been watching the weirdo freak walking around the park in his bathrobe. They had noticed how he was stoned out of his mind. They had heard him talking to himself. Easy target and something to take away the boredom of this cold evening.
Spencer tried to defend himself, but against six of them he didn't really stand much of a chance. The punch to his stomach had him doubled over and then the knee to the face had him falling back against the railings along the side of the bridge. He felt the blood flowing from his nose and now as the fist made contact with his mouth he tasted blood. He lashed out with his arms trying to keep them off him, as they pulled him off the railings and pushed him to the ground. He felt the first few kicks to his back, and to his groin and he felt the kick to the side of his face and then there was nothing. Which for a while was rather nice. He had been longing for nothing and now it seemed he had it.
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Morgan stood in Spencer's lounge and looked at the mess. There were DVD's scattered all over the floor. Derek frowned and bent down to pick one up. "Reid m." He called back to Spencer's room, what's with all the mess out here?" He started to walk to Reid's room and turned the DVD over and looked at the writing and the poor quality picture. 'Teachers Pets.' The picture showed Reid sitting on a chair with a child sitting on his lap. He looked at it for a few seconds then dropped it to the floor. He ran to Spencer's room and hammered on the door. "Reid, are you OK?" No answer. "I'm coming in man, you better be decent." The room was still and empty.
As Morgan turned he noticed that the main door was slightly ajar. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted to himself. "Why does he keep wandering off?"
He grabbed his phone and called Hotch whilst pulling on some clothes so he could go out and look for Reid.
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They enjoyed kicking the freak, but now he had stopped making the strange whimpering noises and he had stopped fighting back, and was actually laying very still, it had stopped being fun. They looked around and saw that the park was still quiet and empty and stated to walk away.
"We just gonna leave him there?"
And the others grinned. They picked up the limp damaged Spencer and lifted him up above the railings. They watched as he hit the water. Then they walked off talking about football game the night before.
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A/N New fic carries on from old fic….do you want me to carry on? I am hoping Floyd will be back in time to be included at some point.