It Is Just Recycling.

Death is Nature's way of recycling human beings: - Unknown

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

"You can't. He isn't well enough to go off into the middle of nowhere. He would be better off staying with me if you really want to get rid of the apartment. It really is not a good idea to take him off like that."

"I am sorry Agent Aaron Hotchner. You misunderstood me. I was not asking your permission. I was being – erm – thoughtful? Is that the word – maybe not, anyway Spencer is coming with me. It is what he wants."

Hotch was pacing his office as Floyd stood there looking every part a totally innocent man.

"You can't."

"I can and I will. We both need to heal. You do too. He needs to be away from the memories and be somewhere different." Floyd sat down on the leather couch Hotch had against the wall and grimaced slightly as he sat.

Aaron went and sat next to him. "You are still recovering yourself. Really I don't like the idea of it."

"I promise to look after him."

"Knowing you Floyd – knowing you very well – that is a very empty thing to say."

Floyd got up and started towards the door. "Well we leave in the morning." He pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket and walked back slapping it on the table. "The address – there is no phone and I am unsure of the cell reception. You are welcome to visit. Anytime – you know that. I need to get things back the way they used to be. I need it to be just Spencer and myself. No interruptions. No UnSubs hiding in the bushes. No hospitals. Just me and Spence."

"And where do I fit into this grand plan of yours?"

"You don't. You have your job. The one you threw Spencer out of. You discarded him Agent Aaron Hotchner. You don't get another chance. Not with Spence."

Flanders walked over to Hotch and ran a finger down from his forehead along his nose and down to his lips. "I however am made of stronger stuff. With me you get a second chance."

Aaron took a couple of steps back. "I don't approve."

"I am not asking for your approval. Spence asked me to come over and let you know. Otherwise I wouldn't have bothered."

…………………….

This is why Spencer and Floyd were standing looking at a whitewashed stone cottage on the edge of a low cliff looking out to sea.

"We are a bit isolated Floyd."

"That was the whole point."

"No phones you say?"

"Or television or wireless internet – or any internet actually."

"Oh – and that is meant to relax me?"

"Walks in the fresh air. Paddling in the sea. Nights sitting by an open fire."

Spencer frowned. "Does this place have electricity?"

"Sometimes."

Spencer turned and looked at the tiny cottage. "Sometimes?"

"The generator isn't too reliable apparently. It's one of the reasons I got it so cheap."

This time Spencer sighed. "I'll give it a go. How long did you rent it for?"

Floyd wrapped an arm around Reid's shoulder. "I bought it. Sold the apartment. Used some of the money for this beauty."

"You sold our apartment? Without consulting me?!" Reid stepped back from Floyd pushing his arm away.

"My apartment. It was mine."

"But Floyd!"

"Oh stop moaning and live with it will you. I thought you would like it. You are so bloody hard to satisfy sometimes."

"Our things – my books." Pacing up and down across the grass in front of the building.

"Will be delivered soon."

"Soon?!"

Floyd ignored the dirty look Spencer gave him and walked to the door. "You coming in to have a look or are you going to stand out there all night just to spite me."

Spencer crossed his arms and went to sit on the small wall stone wall surrounding the property. "You are unbelievable Floyd. How could you do this? You are totally insane."

But he had gone inside slamming the door behind him. Reid looked over that the motor bike they had arrived on and sighed. He couldn't even go home if he had sold up and he didn't think he could ride the bike anyway. His thoughts drifted to Aaron and he wondered if he could walk back to that small village they went through a million miles away and find a telephone. Get Aaron to pick him up and stay at his place. He turned and looked back at the cottage. It was beginning to rain now.

"Fabulous. Just what I needed." He muttered to himself and wrapped his arms tightly around his chest. His right arm was throbbing where it had been broken and his fingers felt stiff and uncomfortable. But he would be damned before he put a step inside that hovel he was meant to call home. "Why do I let him talk me into these mad things? I would heal better with Aaron." He kicked at the grass under his feet and he felt the rain slowly soaking through the light summer weight jacket he had on. His mind drifted away as the looked at the choppy sea and the waves crashing onto the shore. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him.

"You selfish bastard." Spencer jumped as the words were hissed into his ear. "I sell my home. I buy you this and you sit there thinking of Agent bloody Aaron Hotchner!"

Reid was about to jump up off the wall when a hand grabbed him by the hair. Spencer reached up to try to disentangle the hand but a hard thump on his right arm stopped him and then he could feel Floyd pulling him backwards off the wall by his hair.

"Floyd! Let – go – of me!" He could feel his hair being torn out by its roots.

"Get in the house." The low growl of a voice Floyd was using let Reid know he wasn't going to stop until he was over the doorstep. But he stopped walking. "Get up and get in. We didn't come all this way so you can sit on the wall and think of what we are meant to be forgetting."

"Let go of me Floyd or promise you I will never go in that building. Ever." And so the hair pulling started up again as he was dragged over the grass on his back. Spencer tried to get a grip on the ground but it was wet and slippery and he couldn't gain a foot hold. "You – are – hurting me!" Now Spencer was shouting.

"Good! Maybe you will remember next time you cross me."

Reid put his hands back up to where Floyd was pulling him and tried the force his fingers out of his hair but by now he could already feel he was being dragged over the door step and now he wasthrough the front door.

Floyd let go of Reid's hair and slammed and locked the door. "For once – just once – show some appreciation for all I do for you. Just one thank you would be nice."

Spencer was pushing him self up to sit and rubbing at his scalp. "Thank you? For what? For selling my home from under me? For bringing me out here in the middle of nowhere? For virtually kidnapping me and removing me from my friends? Which bit am I meant to be thanking you for?" He got to his feet and looked in Floyd's direction, but over his shoulder and at the door, calculating how easy it would be to get out.

"You knew we were coming. You told me to give Hotchner the address – which I did. What is the bloody problem with you?" Floyd took steps towards Spencer and gripped his chin in his calloused hand forcing Reid to look at him properly. "Look at me Spencer and tell me you don't want to be here with me. Tell me you want to go back and be with Hotchner. Tell me!" The grip on Spencer's chin was tightening as he felt the other hand come up and grip the side of his neck. "Tell me you want to leave me." Now talking in a very low whisper.

Reid brought his hand up to push Floyd off but the grip was too hard, he could feel Floyd's fingers digging into his flesh and the blood beginning to drip down the side of his neck was warm. "Have you got something to say to me Spence?" His dark eyes looking into Spencer lighter hazel ones.

"I'm sorry."

Immediately the hands let go of him and Flanders stood back. "Thank you. Now that wasn't so hard was it? Now have a look around. Tell me I haven't thought of you. Every bloody thing I do is for you."

"I know."

Reid now began to look around the room he was standing in. One wall was virtually taken up by a huge fireplace. Big rugs lay on the floor in front of it. The next wall had the door leading out the way he had been dragged in with a small window either side. The next wall was lined with huge dark empty bookshelves. The final wall had another door, but smaller and internal and a narrow staircase leading up. In the middle of the room was a big old leather couch with two end tables. Everything looked ancient and now he had stopped hyperventilating he could smell smoke and polish.

He watched Floyd walk over to the small door and open it. "Kitchen. Not much of one – but there anyway."

Reid nodded but didn't go over there. Instead he made for the stairs. He had to duck as he made his way up them. The walls were lumpy and painted white. At the top it opened directly into a big room with a low ceiling which dropped down at the sides. One wall was taken up by a huge bed. How the hell Floyd had managed to get it up here he didn't know. Massive four poster. He walked over to it touching the drapes which hung down at the sides. The other wall had a tub. Again huge and once again Reid couldn't work out how Floyd had managed to get it in the room. He walked over to it and ran his fingers slowly over the old metal bath. A quick glance out of the small window let him see that the view was over the sea. The wall opposite the window was a fireplace. Smaller then the one downstairs but still huge.

"I took the roof off." Floyd's voice from behind him.

Reid turned around. "Pardon?"

"To get the bed and tub in. I had some of the roof removed. I know you how you like your baths."

"Floyd – this is beautiful."

"Come here babes." Floyd put his arms out to Spencer, who cautiously walked forwards. "You want to try the bed?"

"Now?"

"Yes. Now." The head butt to Reid's face knocked him out and split his bottom lip on his teeth. Floyd grabbed Reid under the arms and dragged him to the bed laying him on his front. "I think now would be a good time Spence."

Floyd smirked.

A/N: OK nothing much happened…it's just an intro and scene and mood setter. More to follow. Review if you can be bothered. Ta - Pb xox