7

The first Spencer knew that Taki was in the room was having the blankets ripped away and a fingers twisting in his hair. He Tried to keep a hold onto Sam as he was dragged back off the bed in what would have been silence if it wasn't for his own yelps of pain and surprise. Spencer opened his eyes just in time to see feel the back of Otikami's hand crack across the side of his face and the fingers release his hair. Spencer rocked back and smacked his had on the wall bringing stars to his eyes. Still Taki hadn't spoken, but for Spencer there was no need. He knew what he'd done wrong. He'd been warned what would happen.

As he tried to find his feet and get up off the floor where he'd been dragged to, he saw Otikami lift a now howling Sam off the mattress and toss him across the room to his own sleeping area. Sam put his hands out to save his fall and Spencer was sure he heard the grinding and crunching o bones as Sam's hands took the blow. There was more shouting and crying and almost dog-like howling from Sam, but it was Spencer who Taki was now paying attention to.

'Get out – on your hands and knees. Get the hell out!'

Spencer didn't move. He stayed hunkered down with his back against the wall. If Taki wanted him out of here he was going to have to force him. He wasn't going to leave just so the man could deal out more pain to Sam. Spencer's protection mode kicked in and he moved slightly along the wall towards Sam.

'Get out!' Now hands were grabbing at Spencer's shirt. Otikami twisted the fabric in his hand causing a slight ripping sound from the shoulder seam.

'It wasn't his fault!' Spencer shouted at Taki. 'I'm not going to allow you to hurt him any more. If you want Sam you'll have to go through me.' He tried to pull away, but just managed to rip his shirt a bit more.

'You're right. It wasn't his fault. It was your fault. I told you what would happen. You thought you knew better. Well let's see how much better you know. With me. Hands and knees and with me or you'll not see that boy with his limbs attached again. Move it! Now!'

Again Spencer tried to find his feet and again Otikami backhanded Spencer knocking his head back, giving him a bloody nose and making him cut the inside of his mouth on his teeth. 'I'll not crawl for you. Let me get to my feet, but you will leave Sam alone. It was my choice to give him comfort.'

'And you forgot what I said to you!' Otikami had to shout now to be heard over Sam's wailing, bitching and shouts of curses he was going to place on the next person who hurt his hands. 'Get up. Get to your damned feet then Spencer and move out of the room. I think the dog needs time to calm down.' He pulled at Spencer's shirt and dragged him from the room. Outside a tall man with a ruddy face and a sprinkling of freckles over his bald head went down into a deep bow on one knee. 'Give the dog his candy.' Taki snapped at the man who muttered some kind of reply and entered the room where Sam was.

Otikami shoved Spencer along the corridor a while. 'There's no need to keep hurting Sam.' Spencer tried again.

'He's going to be asleep for a little while. No more disturbances for the night.' He pulled Reid to a stop outside a large wooden door with black metal studs holding it together. 'Open the damned door then! Don't just stand there looking at it. It's not going to bite. That's what I'm for… move it!'

The room was probably three times the size of the one he and Sam had been in. It had a huge vaulted ceiling… the floor was covered in carpets, rugs and cushions of every colour imaginable… The walls were covered in what appeared to be bright oriental tapestries… A large chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling, lanterns hung on the walls, their coloured glass forming odd coloured shadows which flickered with what seemed to be candles inside. There were incense burners which had filled the room with a rich cloying odour; which Spencer thought was going to make him sneeze. There were metal goblets on a small side table and decanters of wine. A platter of fruit was on the floor next to one of the large red cushions.

'My little escape.' Taki hissed into Spencer's ear. 'I thought as you were so willing earlier with me, and all over the dog like a flea, that I'd let you see what I had to offer you.'

Spencer stood just inside the door and took in all he could see. No other door… no window. This door was the only way out unless there was something behind one of the wall hangings. It was bright and vulgar. He thought with some amusement that Sam would probably love it and it would probably give Floyd a monster headache. 'Lovely.' Spencer said.

'Well I like to be comfortable. Move on in. Find somewhere to rest.'

'Why?' Spencer was still standing just at the edge of the doorway.

'Why what?'

'This? Why are you showing me? Why am I really here? You said I'm going to die.' He watched Taki nod slowly. 'Then I'd like to know the reasons.'

Again Taki nodded. He placed a hand on Spencer's chest and shoved him backwards into the room. Spencer flailed and reached out for something to stop him falling as rugs and cushions got under his feet and almost seemed to come alive and wrap around his ankles. There was nothing to hold onto though and so he fell back onto his butt with a loud 'umph'. The things which had tripped him also saved him from getting hurt.

'When I'm ready and when I think you're ready then we will have that talk you so badly want. Though why you want to know is a mystery. Cant you just let death take you, Spencer? I suppose someone like you needs to work out all the statistics and figure out your decomp rate? I'm sorry that your mind works like that. Surely what happens to your carcass is of no import?' Taki knelt down at Spencer's feet. 'I'll tell you this though, Spencer, that mark on your back, that one which Floyd so lovingly carved there… it will mean all, and it will mean nothing.'

'I don't understand.'

'Well, now… that's not a surprise is it? You were right though and you got me wondering about things and yes, I really do believe you were right.'

'What about?' Spencer pulled his shirt back into place where it had become tangled up from Taki's hands.

'About how things were. How things could have been. Much has changed. Water under the bridge, don't they say? But was that good clean spring water, Spencer or was it tainted and dirty? Has it had a chance to repair the damage done to it?'

Spencer had a horrible feeling where this was leading. 'Too much water Taki. It's a shame. But things didn't go in the direction they should or could have. Some of that is my fault and some is probably yours. Whatever there was there is over.'

Taki sat back and picked up a slice of mango. 'Eat… Make me happy and I'll leave the dog alone for a while. Until I bore of you. Amuse me. Talk to me. Tell me what you've been up to… what adventures you've been on. You must… I'm sure you must have many things to tell me. It's been a number of years since we were last together. Tell me how Sam died.'

'Died?' Spencer looked at the way Taki was sucking the juice off his bit of fruit and then he looked at the door.

'In the desert. How did he die?'

Spencer now looked at the bowl of fruit. What did Taki know? How much did he know and how? And if he knew some, why not all of it. 'The desert?'

'In the bunker. Tell me… I'm interested in your point of view on the events as they unfolded. I wasn't there. Obviously I wasn't there. I only know what I've been told and that little dog was the only one who passed on information to the correct beings. I only have what he said as my little bit of truth, but I would love to know the real truth. What happened in the bunker, Spencer? What killed the dog? Why does he hold so much vile, putrid hatred towards you? What did you do to him?'

'I don't know.' Spencer replied. Which was partly true. He had been shot, but much of what happened after that he was only half alive for and some of it was surely not right.

'Tell me how Sam died in the forest then! Now I know you were there then… and I'm just wondering if his intense dislike for you is in any way connected with you crushing his skull until his brains spilt from his ears and out of his nose? Smashed his jaw up pretty badly too… crushed his face… that pretty face of his.' Taki watched Spencer get to his feet. 'I think if someone did something like that to me, especially as he needs that face to lure his victims… you know I'd be a bit pissed off with you too. Then of course Floyd makes the whole matter so much worse by saying he'd done it, thus you are off the hook and remain un-punished! Not even by Floyd! That's monstrous. That really is a horrible thing to have to live with don't you think? And he actually thought he was forgiven, but no… no… Floyd is a brute of a man. A stinking nasty spiteful dangerous man… he let Sam get hold of a weapon… He let Sam shoot you and then rather than accepting that Sam had had his revenge and letting the clocks reset and letting things settle and everyone be happy… oh rather than accepting that, he abandoned Sam again. Let him feel those poisons burn at his internal organs. Poor kid. Don't you feel just a small jot of pity for him?' Spencer sat down again. 'Well you shouldn't, not really because he will never forgive you. He will use you and when you're relaxed enough to think that everything's going to be good, then Sam will rip your darling throat out. He's a pig of a creature. Not a forgiving inch of flesh on his body, but what would you expect?'

Spencer shook his head. 'This is all about that?'

'No. Partly. Just a small part though. I'm going to let Sam have his revenge.' Taki held up the platter of fruit for Spencer. 'Dogs are good creatures to have at your side. That's what Sam was for. Something to train and keep. Flanders though has been piss poor at training Sam in anything but where to dip his little wick… and that's not been all that wondrously done. Sam has learnt most of his tricks off the street… not from Floyd. He should have made sure that Sam could fend for himself in the forests, but let that dog loose and he'd be dead within a week. He's not got a clue. All that time spent following Floyd around… nothing went in except for that unexceptional penis of his. So! This was what happened… Please eat something Spencer.'

'I'm confused.' He pushed the plate away.

'Sam went back and he moaned and he cried and he sobbed and snotted, as he does, and I happened to be on vacation chattering away to old acquaintances and catching up on the news in Hades and I hear that Sam is there. And I hear that Floyd disposed of him… well I've been looking around for some time for an apprentice. And it really did fill me with quite a bit of amusement when I considered whether I should take the dog as my own and train him. He's so weak though… that's the only problem. He needs to toughen up. But never the less, Floyd and I we play for different teams. I'm all for Team Salquath… that's about as close to pronouncing it in a form your brain will cope with, Floyd roots for another team, but that information I need to keep for myself. It doesn't do to pass on someone's private identity, but Sam… poor sobbing Sam, he played for no team. His dislike for you was overshadowed quite a bit by his complete un-repenting dark loathing for Floyd. Poor Floyd… I pity him much as you felt pity for Sam, but it's not going to stop me from standing there smiling as the beast disposes of himself.' Taki stood up and went to the side table. He picked up two goblets and a decanter of something thick and red and then returned to Spencer. 'I'm sorry, Spencer. Where you going to say something? I feel that I interrupted.'

Spencer glanced at the finely cut glass decanter and at Taki's hands pulling off the stopper. He didn't want to know what was in that thing, but it looked too thick… and as Taki poured it… it seemed slightly lumpy. 'He will come here and he will stop you. I don't know why you couldn't just take Sam as yours if that was what you wanted. Why this silly game and why hurt Sam the way you are if you want him to work for you?'

'Serve. I want him to serve me. To sit at my feet and wash them with his dirty whore's tongue. I want him to kneel at my side when I'm working and not pass out at the first sign of blood or to wince when someone screams. We all have to toughen up for what we intend to follow as our chosen path. You, Spencer had to learn that the body you were viewing at a crime scene was just evidence the emotions you would feel had to be eradicated. You had to be able to look beyond the death and the smells and the crying parents and screaming helpless children and see it as a puzzle to be solved. You, Spencer had to toughen up. You had to learn.'

Spencer nodded. 'I understand what you are saying about me, but how does breaking Sam make him what you want him to be?'

'Eventually he will run out of snot.'

Spencer raised an eyebrow. 'If that's what's bothering you, give him tissues.'

Taki shook his head and then took a long drink from his goblet. 'Let me show you something. Hold this.' He passed the gloopy drink to Spencer and slowly stood. He pulled at the hem of his Tshirt and dragged it off over his head. His torso was a mass of scars which looked as though they'd come from maybe thousands of whippings or strikes with a cane. Taki could see the expression of Spencer's face; that wide eyed unbelieving look. 'You see, I too had to toughen up at some point.' He held his hands out for Spencer to see, but Spencer didn't look, he just shoved the goblet back into his hands. 'I was never…' He snatched the drink, '… as good as Otsu. He was a master. A grand master at delivering pain, but he's gone. A long time gone, but I was at one point much like Sam. I had to learn. Sam will learn, but you see, you my little friend, are in the way!'

'How?' Spencer picked up a tiny bit of mango and slipped it between his lips.

'By existing with that fucking thing on your damned back! That's how! That arsehole Flanders marked you before Sam could kill you. It wasn't meant to happen like that! It's a fucking mark of bonding. He made you his bondsman! What a prick! What an interfering stupid tit!' Taki crouched down in front of Spencer. 'And it means that you my friend will always belong to Flanders, but damn him if it's not a triple mark of bondsmanship. He's added two other people to it. Sam being one of them… the other is himself! Can you imagine how difficult that makes things? It means obviously that you will never stray from Floyd. You're his marked meat. You'll open your legs and mouth for him and him only. There's no way around that damned thing… Sam however… he's different… he entered into contract outside that bond because Floyd abandoned him. I sort of tried to get you to do that to Sam too, but you're too weak. You fall for his whining and whimpering. You are a fool. A damned fool… and I mean that in every sense of the word. You carry on your back an oath of bondsmanship to Flanders and Trent. Idiot. Stupid foolish man. What made you do that? What on earth made you want to give your soul to Flanders?'

Spencer swallowed the bit of fruit which he'd been chewing slowly as he listened. It was all lies. Spencer knew that. The thing on his back was nothing more than like the thing on Floyd's. It was just an old slightly faded scar now. The actual design was distorted. I was meaningless. 'I might well have let Floyd mark me… yes, I let him. It has nothing to do with my inability to stray from him. I don't stray because I am loyal to him. I have no need to go elsewhere. I don't want anyone but Floyd.'

'So you think. Please have a drink. There's wine up on the side if you wish. Have a drink and have a think. Are you free? I mean really free? Do you have the ability to walk away from Flanders if you want to?'

Spencer stood and walked to the small table. He un-stoppered one of the decanters and had a sniff. It did smell like wine, but he wasn't going to risk it. He walked back to Taki empty handed. 'Yes I do. I just don't want to.'

'You're a bigger fool than I thought you were if you really believe that. You're no more able to go screw someone else other than a cheap whore than Sam is able to stop his nose from running. You just cant see it. Ask yourself why you stay loyal to that man. Give me ten good reasons why… ten good things about Flanders and yes, I'll listen to them and I'll discuss them with you and even attempt to call you a liar if I feel you're being dishonest. Ten Spencer that's all.'

'He provides for me.' Spencer said quietly. 'He keeps me safe. He protects me. He…' Spencer stopped and had to think. 'He loves me.'

'Well yes he provides for you. I'll accept that one. Keeps you safe though? Where are you? Where is he? I'll have to delete that one if you don't mind… protects you from what? Is that all you have to offer? He sleeps around. He goes with whores. He steals, kills, takes narcotics, threatens… forces himself on you, beats you, rapes you… Stop me when you hear something which might not be the whole truth. He's a bastard, Spencer. He's just a monster who likes to have a couple of pretty boys at his side… one of them doesn't even look old enough to be legal…'

'You're wrong.' Spencer hissed at him. 'You don't know him! If you knew him as well as I do then you'd know how wrong you are. He served two years…'

'Oh don't bullshit me Spencer! He loved it inside! He was getting things stuffed in every hole he has and enjoying every minute of it! Don't for a second think that he did that to protect you! He did that to show his high and mighty fuck skills to the inmates. Stupid Spencer. Very stupid. He was fucking around and keeping you close at the same time. I have to say that he's rather persuasive…'

'I love him!' Spencer kicked the goblet out of Taki's hands.

'No you don't! You love not having to think for yourself. You love the pain! You love the danger!' Taki was looking at where his goblet had fallen when Spencer's foot caught him in the jaw…

o-o-o

Flanders sat with Hotchner on a squashy chair waiting for papers to be signed so that he could leave. Floyd had done a rare thing and made a promise to Hotchner. Promises to Floyd were like a binding contract with someone. You don't ever promise someone something and then forget the words you'd said. If you don't mean it, you don't promise it. To Floyd it was simple.

'I promise not to alarm or make a fuss whilst in the hospital or the hospital grounds on this occasion.' That left Floyd able to come back later and show them what a bastard he really was. It also allowed him to attack Hotch (if he felt the need) as soon as the car left the hospital grounds. But already Floyd was getting twitchy and uncomfortable.

'How long are they going to take?' He hissed at Hotch. 'Not that… well yes… I do. I want the hell out of this place. It makes me nervous. You don't like me when I'm nervous.'

'No one likes you when you're nervous. What's wrong? We are leaving soon. Some meds to take to keep the voice silent.'

'Wont work. Those… OK… I said I'll not make a fuss and I wont. I'll discuss this with you later. I will discuss it with you though. Maybe with clenched fists and a loud voice. Just warning you.'

'Warning taken. Now relax.' Hotch wanted to put a comforting hand on Floyd's arm, but Floyd had rolled his sleeves up to just above the elbow and Aaron didn't want to actually go as far as touching Floyd's flesh. He could see the muscles tensing and relaxing in those arms and it wouldn't take much for Floyd to lash out and though he could see those tight corded muscles in his arms, he also knew that Floyd had strength in them which was not expected. At least not expected if you didn't know him. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

Finally papers were handed to Hotch. A small box of pills was also handed to Hotch. 'I'll look after them for now.' He informed Floyd.

'I'm not a kid.' Floyd muttered. 'I can handle them myself.'

'Then why do I have the feeling that you'll take the lot as soon as my back is turned?'

'Stop reading my fucking mind Aaron. Don't you know that's rude, but point taken. I consider my wrist slapped.'

Flanders sat shotgun and waited until the car was under the barrier and then he began to talk. 'Pull over Aaron. I need to talk to you. Just couldn't do it in the hospital. They'd have thought I was a raving loon, but I really need to say this… here will do… or failing that… here? Or here? Fucking pull the fuck over before I make you… There! Pull over there.'

Hotch pulled over into a small area which was meant for emergency vehicles, but pulling over for Floyd seemed like an emergency. He thought it would be OK. 'What's wrong?' There was a tone of slight boredom in his voice. He wanted to find Sam… NO! He wanted, needed to find Spencer. Hotch rubbed at his temples with fingertips. It had been a long day and now a longer night.

'For a while I thought I was being followed. It was a strange feeling though, almost like someone was up here in my head and following me from the inside. I've had that sort of thing going on before but put it down to… drugs. Anyway, I then came across Sam and he told me he'd been following me. I decided that was why the feeling had been so intense… it was Sam. I didn't even think about it again until I was in the hospital. Sam may well have been following me and shadowing to a point but it wasn't him in my head back then. That wasn't Sam I was sensing at all. I just discarded the idea that I was being followed because Sam said he had been, but Aaron… it's still sort of there. Not like it was, but like on and off flashes. Like seeing a reflection in a shop window you're looking in and you turn and no one is there. Do you ever get that?'

Hotch sighed. 'You should still be in hospital. What ever happened to you when you were tracking Spencer…'

Floyd grabbed Hotch's arm… 'But that's it! Don't you see it! That's what is happening. That mother fucker Otikami has found a way in. It was him in my head… tracking me from here.' Floyd tapped his head. 'And once in it's a bitch to get them out again. I was tracking Spencer. I was on his trail… then Sam's screaming at me and I just lost it. I lost everything, but why did Sam do that Hotch? Why then? Why just as I was on Spencer's trail? Why would Sam do that?'

'Cant imagine. Can we go now?'

'Sure… turn a left at the end and then… left! Aaron you mother fucker! Left… well left here then and circle back… what the fuck… are you listening to me?'

'Floyd, I'm going to sit down and listen to everything you have to say, but it will be under a controlled environment and I will be recorded and I would like Rossi to be with us. I think if you have any other crazy ideas that they need to wait until then. I know you want to go back to where the car…'

'No. I need to go back to the parking lot your car was taken from. Can you do that? Drop me off there? I don't want to have to have crime scene wipe your blood off the windshield, but your fucking attitude is beginning to bug me. I'm trying to help here. I'm trying to locate them and you're putting barriers in the damned way. Are you in cahoots with Otikami, because if this is some plot to discredit me…'

'Discredit you?'

Floyd thought that Hotch's voice sounded a little bit sarcastic. 'I know you don't like me Aaron. We don't need to pretend to be buddies, but I do know that you like Spencer and you have a soft spot for Sam and I'm trying to fucking well help them. There's no need to use that damned tone of voice on me like I'm some fucking school kid. I can get you your unsub, cully, but you've got to listen to me and try to understand.'

'We're nearly back at the office Floyd. We are all very tired…'

'I don't need to sleep! I've been sleeping. I was drugged to fucking death and now I need to be pounding the streets and finding my boys.'

'Why do you think Sam distracted you?' Hotchner pulled into the parking lot, found his numbered space and then turned to Floyd for an answer.

Flanders was staring out of the side window, but Hotch could see his reflection and could clearly see the frown on Floyd's face. 'I dunno. That's what I don't understand. If they're together why do that? A little pull is all I needed, not a fucking brainstorm.'

Hotch gave a quick nod. 'We can discuss this further somewhere more comfortable.'

'Fine! I'll talk to Rossi and you and we will together form a plan of action. I'm not going to sit around and wait for random body parts to be delivered. That bastard has no feelings for Spencer or Sam… They're nothing to him.'

Hotch said no more, but opened the car door and stepped out. He waited for Floyd and walked behind him. His own head was still aching from the smack he'd received and his concentration felt as though it was waning horribly. He needed to just sit and think for a while and Floyd's constant babbling wasn't helping much. Hotch did think that Floyd was wrong about one thing though. He thought Floyd was very wrong that Otikami had no feelings for Spencer. He just wasn't sure how to tell the man that.

o-o-o

Spencer leapt to his feet and made a run for the door. Or at least he made a stumbling lurch towards it. The hand grabbed the back of his shirt before he could get a hold of the door handle and yanked him back. Spencer's elbow went back and up making a nice crunch sound as it connected with something behind him. It was a good try, but not good enough. Hands wrapped around his throat and dragged him backwards. He kicked back, again making some kind of contact. He put a hand over one of the ones around his neck and wrenched back on fingers and stamped down on toes.

Reid flew a very short distance and landed on the cushions much as he had done when he first fell backwards into this room. He reached out this time and felt his fingers brush one of the large metal incense burners. As Taki came in for what look like it might have been the kill Spencer swung it at him. Again contact, but again it wasn't good enough. The man was pulling the thing out of his hand with one hand and wiping a dribble of blood of his face with the other.

'Feisty!' He shouted into Spencer's face. 'My god I can see why Flanders wants you so much!'

Spencer wriggled and writhed under Taki, and then remembering that Floyd actually enjoyed that, he lay completely still. 'Get off me.'

'Or what? Show me?'

Spencer tried. He pulled at Taki's arm in one direction and twisted his own body in another. The result was that Spencer was the one sitting astride Taki. He would have loved to have thought that he actually managed to do that to this man, but he had a horrible feeling that Taki just let him do that.

And just as those thought were going through Spencer's head Taki's hands reached up for his hair and pulled his face down towards his own. 'You've got me all hot for you.' Taki whispered. He ran his tongue over Spencer's lips. 'What else have you got?' A small wriggle from Taki and suddenly Spencer wanted to be anywhere but where he was.

'Let go.'

Taki grinned and slowly let go of Spencer's hair, but now his hands were on Reid's face and his fingers were touching his neck and then pulling at the collar on his shirt. It was one quick tug and Spencer's buttons were popping off and the shirt was being pulled down his arms.

'Stop it.' But he just sat there astride him and let him. The words were more of an automatic response to being slapped and abused and they held little or no conviction.

Those fingers were touching his chest, running over his arms, moving down to his stomach… 'Now prove to me that you can be unfaithful. Show me that I was wrong and I'll let the pair of you go. I will bow out and I will return home once again defeated by Flanders. Though it will hurt to do so, though it will hurt dreadfully and set me back again… prove it…' The fingers had started tugging now on the front of Spencer's cords. 'You cant hide that from me Spencer… You love a bit of rough.'

'I cant.'

'Well I'm sorry sweet thing, but you obviously can! Now get off me and kneel. I don't want to see your face as I ram you.'

Spencer swallowed.' You will release Sam.'

'Oh yes. I said didn't I?'

'Can I have a promise?'

School playground games? Taki looked puzzled for a moment. 'Oh I promise! I really do promise Spencer. I promise I will do no further harm to Sam and I will release him back to Floyd. You too if that's what you still want. Let me show what real love making is all about though. Let me show you that first.' Did Spencer really think that he kept stupid childish promises? Reid had obviously spent far too long under the influence of Flanders. Time to educate the lad. He easily flipped Spencer off and dragged him into position. 'I hope you don't mind if I use a condom, Spencer, but I know Floyd's been having you and Sam and I don't really want their dirt on my precious cock.'

o-o-o

Whilst Sam lay on his side on his dirty mattress and drooled a little puddle and his mind drifted off into places where there was no pain, and as Spencer let Taki do whatever it was he wanted to do to him (and though he did protest about something, he was actually enjoying it!) Floyd was doing something which Hotch had never expected, and Rossi didn't think he'd ever see…

Floyd was sobbing.

Not in pain or in anger, but it seemed to the two agents that Floyd was actually distressed by something. He was curled up on the couch in Hotch's office with his hands rammed between his legs and his eyes closed and there were tears.

Rossi gave Hotch a WTF look and Hotch returned it.

Everything had been going well. Floyd had told them that if he could just keep Sam out of his head for a while he'd be able to track down Spencer. Spencer's mind wouldn't be so direct as Sam's was. Spencer was probably not able to feel if Floyd was rummaging around in his head. It seemed to have started out fine. Floyd took a quick look around in that neatly ordered brain of Spencer's and opened up a couple of doors. He could tell that Spencer was worried about Sam. 'He's worried about Sam.' Was what he actually said. He could tell that they were underground somewhere… 'Damp.' Floyd muttered… 'It's…' He looked up at Aaron. 'I think Spencer is emotional…' Then his words drifted off into just odd broken bits which made no sense to Hotch or Aaron. 'Don't do it.' He now looked down at the floor. 'He'd not would he?' It was at this point that Floyd rammed his hands between his legs and slid sideways. 'No… not that!' The words came out as a gasp of what might have been horror. ''Tis a trick!' Then his eyes were closed. 'Ooooh… No… babes.' And nothing else was said which even vaguely made sense to either of them. They thought he said something about condoms and lube… they thought he muttered 'Tongue.' At one point. The rest was just an inhuman growl from somewhere, which was obviously Floyd but somehow seemed to come from all around them and sounded almost orgasmic.

Again Rossi gave Hotch that look. 'He needs to be back in hospital, Hotch.'

Slowly Hotch shook his head. 'We need to talk to him first.' He knelt down next to Floyd and touched his shoulder. 'What can you sense?'

'Disloyalty, betrayal.'

'Whose? Sam?'

'Oh fuck no! Sam's not even worth considering. Spencer! That son of a whore! I'm going to fucking kill the bastard! Both of them! The mothering cunt!' Floyd got to his feet. Spat on the ground between his feet. 'How long has Spencer been missing? How fucking long! It's that quick? He forgets me so soon? He just… he has committed a crime far worse than any I've ever done.'

'Do you know where they are?'

'If I did I'd not tell you, but as it happens no. I just came in my fucking jeans. I need to go change them. I don't want Otikami's spunk on me. Fucking dirty slitty eyed fucking jap bastard!'

o-o-o

Taki lay back with his new prize in his wet sweaty arms. He knew it was only temporary, but he also knew that Floyd had been there when he'd taken Spencer… almost lovingly… tenderly… he'd tried not to hurt him too much, just enough for Spencer to like what he was getting. He smiled smugly up at the chandelier and sent out a quick sharp message to Floyd, which actually made Floyd's knees unhinge and floor him as he stood waiting for the elevator…

I fucked him.

And he enjoyed it.

a/n: Well that didn't go the way I thought it would.