Grooming Dr Reid.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. All original characters belong to PanicButton.
He needed to see him everyday so he followed him carefully. He took the same train in the mornings. He bought his coffee from the same stall holder. He walked the same steps he took. He visited the library the same day, and took out the same books and read them just as fast. He watched him and he wanted him. He needed that soul to be part of him. He needed to devour his spirit and destroy him and take him as his. So he watched. He watched closely. He hacked his computer and took information from him. He visited his mother and lied to her about his own. He tricked and lied his way into the mind of this young man. Not much younger than himself, but so very different. He needed Dr Spencer Reid.
Sometimes he brushed against him. Felt him against him and pushed his body against the young profiler on the busy train. Smelt his hair and his soap and his shaving foam. He could smell his spirit and his soul. This was something he needed. He hadn't needed anything like this since he was a young boy. No woman, no animal, no man had ever come this close to being it.
Then he would back off for a while. He was only too aware of the intelligence inside the agents head. He would physically back off and contact him via emails.
Or telephone him just to hear that voice saying "hhhhello?"
All his life Flanders had been pushed and pulled around by uncaring unloving stupid people. He didn't know who is parents were. He was raised by the clan. No one wanted to accept responsibility for this child. This weird child who liked to hurt animals with knives and concoctions he made from herbs and fungus. No one would hold him and say goodnight or good morning. No one would scold him for something he did. No one told him not to do these things. They just moved on and left pain and devastation behind them.
He was a teenager living in New Hampshire when he picked up a news paper. It said about a boy in Vegas. A genius child. Small report on a child called Spencer Reid. There was a small picture of him. Small child with a big smile lots of hair and glasses. He reminded him of himself. He went to the elders.
"We are going to Vegas."
No one ever questioned him. He was tall he was strong and the clan elders did what he requested.
He never really considered that what he was doing was stalking. It was more like following and mentoring, teaching and loving. That was all a long time ago now. He had been keeping his eye on the boy's progress and slowly started the process of grooming him into shape. That boy was a man. A beautiful man.
Flanders still took great delight in hurting animals and people. He fantasised about making the perfect person. He removed himself from Vegas for a while and lived in a house in the woods. And here he made his first dolls. His first loves. It was here that he collected fungus and herbs from the poisoned land and made a gift for his love. Dr Spencer Reid.
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Reid sat on his comfy chair in his apartment and nibbled on chocolate and read a new book. Well in actuality it was an old book. He had however just picked it up from the second hand book shop down the road. They had seen it come in. A man sold it to them for virtually nothing and it looked old and interesting so they held it back to see if the young doctor would be interested in paying through his cute little nose for it. They were not disappointed. So Reid settled in for a nice read of something good and old and new.
The phone ringing dragged him back from somewhere. He wasn't sure where. He looked at the book in his hands. It was open about half way through but he couldn't remember reading it. He frowned at the book and picked up the insistent phone.
"H h hello?" The caller display said 'private' but there didn't seem to be anyone on the other end. He tried to ring back but it was an unknown number. Some stupid glitch he supposed. Hmm he had eaten all the chocolate and now he was going to have to start the book over again because he couldn't remember reading it!
With a big sigh he got up and went for the kitchen, freezer door, ice cream, then back to his chair and the book. As he picked up the book the phone began to ring again. "Hello?" he said down it again and again nothing. He pulled the line out of the wall, then turned to his cell phone and turned it off. Deep down he knew he shouldn't have just done that. But not so far down he needed to read this book in peace and quiet.
The computer bleeped. Once again he put his book down and placed the tub of ice cream on a mat on his small oak coffee table and got up to see what the computer wanted. He had new email. Reid plonked himself down to see who it was from. It was via a message board he was part of. It was for puzzles and such. And this email was to tell him there was one attached to try if he dare. If he dare? Do they think he would fail? He glanced over at the book and went to get his ice cream. Sitting at the computer desk he opened the attachment. All virus scanned and safe he had a look at it.
His monitor was covered in symbols and squiggles. Right in the middle of the page it just said 'READ ME SOLVE ME' He sat and looked at it. What to solve? He didn't understand what he was meant to do. Read me solve me? He hit print and took the copy back to his chair to look the page over again in comfort. He forgot the ice cream, and he forgot the book.
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Reid was running late for work. He had fallen asleep in the chair and awoke with a smacking headache and still no idea how to solve the puzzle. He took a quick shower and gulped back some coffee and ran for the train. He didn't notice the man with the glasses standing next to him. Maybe a bit too close to him. He didn't notice how he knocked against him as the train shuddered through the stations. He didn't see the look of pleasure on the mans face as he caught the sweet smell of a freshly washed Reid. Spencer's mind was fixed firmly on the puzzle he had been sent.
They had to go away for the case. Floyd was not happy about this, but not to worry. He spent a day in Reid's apartment. Silly boy hadn't put the alarm on that morning. But that was all part of the training. All part of the grooming process. He sat in Reid's chair, and he lay on Reid's bed. He ran his hands over all the work surfaces in the unused kitchen. He opened up the drawers and buried his face in Reid's clothes, taking in the soft aroma he loved so much and he left no trace that he had been there. He even set the alarm for his dear friend. He was kind and considerate like that.
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When Reid got back three days later he opened the windows to let out the odd musty smell and flicked on the laptop. It pinged the arrival of a new email from the board, and he printed it out and sat and stared at it until the morning.
A knock on the door pulled him back from where he was and he got up stiff and headachy from his chair and checked the spy hole in his door. JJ…what did JJ want with him on his day off. He opened the door a crack and frowned at her.
"Grumpy face Dr Reid." She said to him and waved some donuts at him.
"Erm – JJ?"
"You said to bring you some round this morning Spencer." He put his hand through the gap in the door and made a grab for them.
"Spencer for goodness sake let me in." And she pushed the door open and walked in.
Reid looked nervously around and put himself between her and the lounge.
"Erm JJ no. Thank you but no. I need some space."
"Dr Reid have you got someone here with you?"
Why did he feel guilty? He had nothing to feel bad about. He was just reading email. Why try to cover that up?
"It's just not a good time JJ sorry." And he took the donuts and guided her back to the door.
"I will see you at work tomorrow?" She looked right into his eyes. He both loved and hated it when she did that. It made him want to reach over and smell her hair and feel her warm skin next to his…………..What was he thinking!
"Erm – JJ? Er yes. T t t tomorrow." And he slammed the door and locked it. He took the donuts back to his chair and picked up the two bits of printouts and sat and looked at them. And looked at them and looked at them until morning.
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A/N first bit of a new bit…tell me if it is trash, and I will delete it. Thank you very much!