Rent

Prostitution is criminal, and bad things happen because it's run illegally by dirt-bags who are criminals: - Jesse Ventura

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

Floyd managed to keep Spencer quiet for the next few days. The food made him sleepy, and the drink made him lusty. Floyd Flanders spent the time teaching a crippled whore dog new tricks.

The couple of times someone had called to talk to him Floyd had let him.

"Reid?"

"Aaron?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes – yes – I suppose. Aaron?"

"Reid you don't sound alright to me, what's wrong? You can tell me."

"Just the painkillers you know, they have made me light headed. I am fine. I have to go. Sleepy – so sleepy."

"I need to come and see you."

"Yes – yes sort that out at some point."

That would be the end of the chat and Floyd would take the Reid's hand tightly in his. "Good boy. Well done Spencey babe." A grin. "On your back, I want to have some fun."

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Keeping Spencer drugged was easy. He was already taking stuff for whatever pain he still had in his ear and leg, and those meds were easy to top up with things in his food and drink. By the time he had realised what was going on: that the man he thought he loved more than anything in the world was drugging then raping him, by then it was too late to resist.

He lived for just over a week in drugged haze of wishing Aaron would hurry up and knock on the door, but then really if he did he would see anything wrong? Probably not, but Floyd wasn't going to take the risk. After a week of fielding calls from various members of Reid's old team he made a decision.

Reid was sleeping when Floyd walked into the room he had been sharing with him and jumped up on the bed next to him. "Sweetness. Wake up love." Floyd's voice sounded happy but his face looked pissed off. "Spence for christ's sake you've been sleeping all freaking day. Wake up we need to go."

Spencer slowly opened his eyes to look over at Floyd laying on the bed next to him smiling. "Go where. I don't want to go anywhere. I am too tired."

Buttons popping open and a finger playing over Spencer's chest. "I know you are tired Spence. Time to move on though. We can't stay here. Clientele are completely wrong for whoring. Come on I'll help you get dressed."

Spencer put a hand over the one belonging to Floyd. "Don't stop. I'm not whoring for you Floyd. Can't we just spend some time the two of us? Having fun?" A deep sigh.

Running fingers around Spencer's nipples. "This is fun. You are enjoying it. I am pleased, but babes it won't bring in any money. I need to get money in. We are moving across town. It's safer. No Aaron to disturb us."

"Floyd no, I will tell Aaron to stop calling. Please I don't want to move. I like it here." Moving his fingers over now to open Floyd's shirt buttons.

"Sorry Spence." He sat up pushing hands away from him. "No time now. I have packed some things to take. I'm not telling you to give up your place here. Just move in someplace else for a short while. You might enjoy it."

Spencer sighed and reached out for a water bottle. Floyd watched him chug back a good few mouthfuls and the replace the bottle. "I won't enjoy it."

"You don't know that." He watched Spencer's eyes start to get heavy again. He was going to have to carry him down to the car. That was fine, that way he wouldn't remember where he was being taken. All the better really. Floyd watched Spencer fall back onto the mountain of pillows, his breathing heavy and steady. He walked closer and bent down kissing the sleeping man on his lips. "My sleeping beauty. I wish things could be different." He sighed and left the room leaving the door ajar. It was just a quick sprint down to the car he was sure Spence couldn't get himself into trouble in that short space of time. Second thoughts saw Flanders turn around and close then lock the door Spence was behind. "Just in case."

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When Reid awoke he was feeling strange and disorientated. He opened his eyes to see what was going on and saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Very unfamiliar. It was covered in mirrors. He just lay and looked at his reflection for a short while and then looked around the room.

Dark drapes at the window. Metal headboard, plain white walls with exotic (he supposed) pictures. He put his hands on the bedcovers to find they were made of some kind of velvet. This wasn't his room, and there was no way in hell he was going to ever feel comfortable here. It was like some whores boudoir and now he was shouting for Floyd and trying to get up off the bed. His crutches were no where to be seen and there was no way he would be able to get to the door the other side of the room without them.

"Floyd!" He called again. What he was going to say to the man who seemed to have complete control over him whether he liked it or not he wasn't sure about yet, but he needed him here now.

The door swung open and Reid couldn't help but take a small gasp. Floyd dressed in his low black jeans and a loose almost gypsy style shirt in a crisp white stood leaning on the door jam grinning. "Hey sleepy head." And Flanders was walking towards him. "You need anything?" Sitting on the side of the bed his hands drifting gently over Reid's shirt – the buttons coming undone revealing the white flesh underneath. "Hhhmm"– and his tongue was working its way down to Reid's waistband. Floyd felt Spencer's fingers wind their way through his hair.

"Floyd please not now." A big sigh and a sharp in take of breath. "I need to talk."

"I'm not stopping you." Floyd stopped what he was doing and looked up at Spencer's face. "What's wrong?"

"Everything – you know. Where am I for a start? Where are my crutches? You can't keep me locked up in here, wherever it is. Floyd…" A finger on his lip.

"Hush – OK. I brought you here because business will be better. You don't need your crutches – I need you there not wandering around. I can keep you locked up Babes, and I can sell you and I will. It's going to be fun! Why do you always have to spoil things when they get to be fun?" Hands wandering their way over Reid's stomach again.

Reid tried to wriggle down the bed to get more comfortable. "Your idea of fun always comes at the expense of someone else's pain. I won't do it."

Floyd stood up and looked down at his captive. "You will do it. Even if I have to drug you and beat you senseless my love, you will do it. People around here won't care if you are unconscious. They will just want a bit of your sweet arse." He kissed his fingers and planted them on Reid's nose. "You are mine. You chose me. No going back now babes."

Reid reached out and grabbed hold of Floyd's hand. "Enough Floyd, I want to either be told where I am or be taken home again. This isn't funny."

He looked down at entwined fingers. He really didn't get it did he? How could someone so clever - almost as clever as himself – how can this person be so naïve?

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Aaron was getting frustrated. He was naturally worried about what Spencer had decided to do. Floyd couldn't be trusted and he knew that only too well. There was no way in hell he was going to let Floyd get away with abusing Spencer the way he had before. He couldn't understand what the attraction was for Spencer. The man was manipulative and dangerous. He was into drugs and definitely murdered without conscience. They just hadn't been able to pin anything on him yet. They will. Until then Aaron needed to keep a watchful eye on the man he loved. On Spencer. He was sure eventually he would come round and realise what was going on. He just hoped it wouldn't be too late. For both of them.

He sat looking at the receiver in his hand. No answer again. Not from his cell or the house phone. Time to go and investigate. He glanced up through the open blinds down to the bull pen. Everyone working hard except Morgan who was staring off into space somewhere. Hotch clicked the button on his phone to get a ring tone and pressed a number. He watched Morgan jump at the sound on his desk and then pick up the phone.

"My office please Morgan." He watched Derek push his chair back from his desk and replace the receiver on its cradle then walk up towards his door.

Morgan walked in and closed the door behind him. "Are you as worried about this Reid business as I am?" He enquired before Hotch could say anything.

A nod. "I think we need to go and check things over. I just don't want Reid to think I am pushing him. I'm not meaning to do that, but the idea that he actually wants to be with that man confuses me. I can't reason it. I have tried for Spencer's sake. I want him to be right, but he isn't answering his cell, and the house phone goes to answer phone. I am concerned Morgan. He is still one of my agents until they tell me he isn't, and until then I need to be fighting his side. I feel I have let him down, but as his boss I now think I will go and retrieve him by force if necessary."

Morgan nodded. "I'm ready when you are." And cracked his knuckles. "I don't know what happened between the two of you Hotch but something did I am ready to pound that son of a bitches face into mulch if I need to. This has gone beyond not wanting to hurt Reid's feelings. I don't think he knows what he is doing anymore. The man has confused him so much."

Hotch pulled his jacket from the back of his office chair and pulled it on. "If he has hurt Reid, so help me god…."

Morgan nodded. "God's gonna be busy if he has hurt Reid."

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A/N: Not sure where this is going. Let me know if there is a point in continuing :c) tinnyxoxox