Visitation

Roux: I should probably warn ya you make friends with us you make enemies with everyone else.

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

It was a beautiful sunny day, but Reid felt like a dark cloud had once again descended. He never knew if Floyd was telling the truth and most of the time he doubted Floyd even knew what was real and what wasn't anymore.

When they arrived back at the cottage Spencer remained silent and entered via the front door and threw himself down on the couch. A minute or so later Flanders came in and just stood looking at Reid.

"What's the mood in aid of?" Floyd left the door open to let the fresh sea air in and then sat down next to Reid sliding his hand over his shoulder and attempting to pull him closer.

"Get off me." Spencer pushed the hand away.

"What did I do this time?" Floyd got up and started to walk to the kitchen.

"You know full well what you did. You keep your hands and other various body parts away from me."

Flanders turned from his walk to the kitchen and returned to Reid. He knelt down on the floor in front of him and looked up at Spencer's eyes. "Various body parts? You don't want me?" A hand on each of Reid's knees.

"No – I don't want to catch some nasty disease off you Floyd." He could feel the fingers digging into his knees.

"Nasty disease? And where would I get that other than from you?"

Reid tried to push the hands away. "Maybe from some whore in the village?"

"Oh that. Not the first whore or rent boy I have been to. Won't be the last either babes. No one ever said this was a monogamous relationship. I will whore with who I fancy."

Again Reid tried to get away from Floyd's hands which were digging in hard. "I hate you." He spat down at Floyd.

And really it was all Flanders needed. That hate filled voice just did something to him every time. It was better than the whimpering and crying. The venom in Reid's voice just tipped Floyd from being in control of his own body, to letting it take control of him. The problem was it was times like this that Floyd would take what he needed however much his victim fought back.

"I know you hate me babes. That is why I need to teach you a lesson in manners."

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The local PD was a while away but there was no choice.

As they began to set up Aaron decided to take Morgan for a ride out to see Reid. It was a nice drive down the coastal road. Morgan sat with an elbow resting on the door through the open window.

"You know Hotch. I can think of worse places to move to."

"No clubbing out here Morgan." He turned and gave a little half smile.

"No anything out here. Wonder how Reid feels about it?"

The road gradually left the sea behind them as they passed a few faming cottages and a b&b. It was quiet and tranquil. The fact that people had gone missing and a body part had been washed up on the beach didn't seem to effect the aura this place gave off. Old and traditional. Hotch turned off the small road they were driving on and down a rutted farm track back down towards the sea. It was about four miles of winding bumpy track before they saw the tiny white home sitting at the edge of the cliffs. Hotch stopped the car and they just sat and looked.

"Wow. That's a bit in the middle of nowhere."

Hotch nodded and though he was feeling worried now about this situation he didn't show it. "Let's just go and say hello to Reid. Let him know we are here."

They drove on and parked up next to a big black motor bike.

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Floyd heard the vehicle and sat up. "Get up. Spence get up and go upstairs."

Reid just lay on the rugs on the floor and started to curl up to protect himself from more pain. "Why?"

"There are people coming. Get up the stairs and have a bath. You stink. Get the blood off. Move it!" He put his hands under Spencer's arms and pulled him to his feet. Floyd grabbed the clothes and stuffed them in Reid's hands. "Get up the sodding stairs and don't come down until you have washed and stopped that snivelling.

He watched Reid walk slowly towards the stairs. Spencer had discovered the reason there was no door on the bedroom. No where to lock himself in. Nowhere to run to.

Floyd didn't really want strangers in his home. Not when Spencer was behaving like a spoilt child. He went outside to meet whoever had just arrived. Shutting and locking the front door behind him. As he walked around the side of the building he stopped and just stood looking at the two agents walking towards him.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Just wanted to ask you a few questions. Do you mind if we come in?" Aaron walked towards Floyd trying not to look threatening. "You did say I could visit."

"Now isn't a good time." Floyd stood his ground on the small pathway leading around to the front of the house. "Come back tomorrow or something."

"Is Reid here?" Morgan asking questions now.

Floyd folded his arms and tipped his head slightly to the side. "You want to ask me the questions, why are you asking for Spence?"

"Just wanted to say hello is all." Morgan again.

"Well he is busy. What questions?"

"Can we come in?" Hotch asked again.

Floyd shook his head. "No. Ask your questions out here. I don't want your stink or your sidekick in my private dwelling."

"We can come back with a warrant if you want." Hotch walking forwards again towards Floyd who let a flicker of a frown cross his face.

"Why? What am I meant to have done? We have only just moved here. What did he tell you?" He was watching Aaron closely.

"Some people have gone missing. Did you read about it?" Hotch forever walking closer.

"Get off my land you bastard. How dare you come here accusing me of shit. Get off and try and get a warrant. I've done nothing."

"I would like to see Spencer while I am here." Aaron was within touching distance now and he didn't look to Floyd like he was going to back off and so he protected what he felt was his.

"Screw you FBI sonsofbitches!" and he was on Hotchner, hands on his shoulders and he knee coming up to his groin. Aaron made a good noise of pain and then again as Floyd's knee came up into Hotch's face. He tried to push Floyd away from him and go for his gun, but another crack with the fist under the jaw sent his head spinning. Floyd could see his target was disorientated and stumbling. He could see he was in pain and so he was about to give Aaron a fist into the solar plexus when he felt an arm wrap around his neck.

Floyd looked away from the bloodied face of Agent Aaron Hotchner to the dark skinned arm around his neck. "Get your filthy hands off me!" Floyd shouted as he stuck elbows back into Derek's ribs, but he had been expecting this and manoeuvred out of the way bringing a knee up into the small of Flanders back and pulling his head back harder.

"Stop, or I will blow your brains out – again." Derek snarled into his ear and then pulled Floyd back harder again with his knee against his back.

Floyd stopped. He stopped everything and went limp in Derek's arms. He let go of him and watched Floyd fall on his face on the stony pathway.

"What just happened?" Hotch spat blood out onto the grass.

"It was like I hit his off button. I have no idea what just happened." Derek prodded Floyd with his foot and got a slight moan as a reply. "I think now might be a good time to check on Reid.

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He didn't want to kill Aaron. He had a soft stop for him really and when things were going well and he wasn't wearing his badge he rather liked him. Obviously that didn't stop him wanting to hurt him sometimes. Morgan. He was a different matter. The time he had been able to control him and get him to do things he would never dream of normally was fun, but it was also over and if he ever touched him again he would have one of his eyes out.

Right now though he couldn't move. Derek had done something, he wasn't sure what, but he was damned sure he needed another massage. He lay on the path wondering if Morgan had just broken his back again. It wasn't properly fixed from last time so the chances were it was. He moaned and turned over onto his back listening to the noise Derek was making kicking in his front door.

"Leave my bleeding door alone!" He shouted but got no reply. He tried to wiggle his toes but nothing was happening. "You broke my sodding back!" and quieter and to himself "Shit."

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Reid had quickly washed his face and put on some brown trousers which now seemed a bit big. He put on a black belt and pulled on a beige shirt with a slight pattern on it. His socks he still had on.

He could hear shouting coming from outside and he was sure he could hear Hotch and Morgan.

They were right now the last people he wanted to see. His face was sore, he couldn't open his eyes properly and the inside of his mouth was cut. At least he wasn't bleeding now. He ran his fingers through his hair and started to go down stairs. He had every intention of trying to calm whatever this situation was down, and he had a good idea what was going on.

Reid had just reached the foot of the stairs when the door broke inwards and Morgan burst into the room.

"Reid!"

Spencer just stood looking at him and then at Aaron who had blood on his face and what looked like a black eye forming.

"What's going on?" Reid tried to keep his voice from sounding nervous. Where the hell was Floyd? What had they done? What had Floyd done to Aaron?

Aaron stepped into the room properly and had a quick look around. It looked comfortable and Reid's books were there on shelves. "I came to see if you were alright." Hotch walked now towards Reid.

"You came to question Floyd, is why you came. I told you he has nothing to do with any cannibal killer. Why can't you give the man a break occasionally. He's not all bad. You know that Aaron. You know he's not all you are making him out to be."

Derek didn't want to hear this bullshit Reid was coming out with. It never seemed to take Floyd long to get Reid brainwashed back to where he needed him. As a dog to kick. He opened the door into the kitchen and looked at the pots bubbling on the stove.

"What is he cooking up here Reid?"

Spencer walked over to Morgan and pulled him out of the door way. "You don't have a warrant Derek so just leave will you."

"I'm here as a friend." Derek pushed Reid's hand off his arm.

"Friends don't smash down front doors. Just get out."

A hand on Spencer's shoulder now. "Morgan wait outside please, I wont be long."

With a nod he left and Hotch turned Spencer to face him. "You are right Spencer we came to talk to Floyd, but also to see you." He ran a finger across Reid's face. "What happened to you? Has he been hitting you again? You know you can walk out of this place now Spencer and come back with me."

Reid leaned foreword and rested his head on Hotch's shoulder. "Thank you for checking up, but really there is no need. I like it here. Floyd is really good to me. He even let me call you. He's a good person Aaron. I wish you could see that."

Aaron ran a hand over the back of Spencer's head. He knew no amount of persuasion was going to get Reid to leave with him now. Floyd had done a very good job on him out here in the middle of nowhere.

He lifted Reid's face up and ran a finger over his lips. "Call me – if you need me. I am here for you." He moved back away from Spencer feeling a pain in the pit of his stomach at having to leave him here.

Spencer followed him out of the door and around the side of the cottage where Floyd was still laying, swearing in every language he could think of. He went and knelt down on the path next to Floyd and grasped his hand. "Just go will you. When you have some evidence come back again. Or if you want to come for dinner tomorrow you are invited. Just don't come here accusing us of things we haven't done."

The shift to the 'we' didn't go un-noticed as Aaron and Derek got back in the SUV.

"You could get him done for assault on a Fed." Derek snapped.

"And what will that achieve? Another spate of prison murders and a riot? He is better off where he is. Where we can keep an eye on him and I have every intention of returning for dinner tomorrow. In fact I am rather looking forward to it."

"You are going to eat something that monster has cooked?"

Hotch shook his head. "I will bring sandwiches." He looked over at Morgan. "I will get them pre-made from the store. Don't look so worried."