Chapter 7

A Room For The Night

A/N: NonCon/slash warning…sorta...mild

Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to waste and destroy: -Henri de Lubac

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.


Most of the time he crawled. He travelled by night and slept under the cover of trees and old barns during the day. He kept to himself and kept his head down. He wanted to get back. He could feel the place pulling him right back to the beginning almost.

He wiped at the nose bleed and frowned. For day's now he had no respite from this. He needed to get stuff together. The continual dripping from his nose was becoming annoying and tipping back his head and letting the blood slide down the back of this throat had become nauseating. For now as the light began to show through the branches he stood with his back to a tree and took a deep breath. He rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands and tried to work out how much further he had to travel. He was moving faster now his body and soul were healing, but both were still undergoing a lot of repair. This was the middle of nowhere. Deep in the forest and he was hungry and tired of the taste of blood in the back of his throat and on his lips and he needed Spencer. Right now he needed him. Just to see him and touch him and smell him – but it was going to have to wait. He just hoped that the gift was keeping him well and that he would bring Emily safely to him.

Floyd slid down the tree and pulled his legs up close. He wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his head on his knees. He dreamed again of the angels and of the bottomless pit and of screaming and awoke to feel something cold pressing on the side of his face.

-o-o-o-

The two of them kept quiet. Prentiss didn't know what to say to Reid and Reid wasn't about to start up a topic of conversation with her. She pulled up into a parking lot next to a car hire company.

"We need to change the car Reid."

"I know." A long sigh. "You sort that – I want to go and do something." He didn't move though, he just sat and looked out of the window and then turned back to Prentiss. "Don't follow me."

"Where are you going? Reid you can't just walk of and not at least let me know where you will be." She looked over at Spencer who seemed to had changed again since the incident at the diner.

"I'm not sure but I'll meet you back here in the morning. Get a room." He started to get out of the car but Prentiss grabbed him by the arm.

"I need to know where you are going Reid. You can't just say you'll see me in the morning."

He swivelled around in the seat and looked at Em. "I am not your son, nor your lover. Let go of my arm. I can see no reason why I have to tell you where I am going."

"Then at least let me tell you where I will be." She didn't let go yet. For some odd reason she felt very uncomfortable letting Reid out of her sight – or at least not having contact with him.

He pulled his arm away from her. "Prentiss – I don't want to know where you will be. I need to go and do something and to be honest knowing where you are will be a distraction. Here – tomorrow – around ten. The we can get going properly. Somehow it feels like we need to hurry." He climbed out of the car and turned to watch Emily stand on the driver's side.

"Tomorrow then." She said but didn't look happy about. "And Spencer – please be careful."

Without more than a slight smirk he turned and walked away.

Emily walked over to the car hire place. She had the chance now to just leave. Forget this stupid idea and get back in her car and go home. Let Reid sort it out himself, but something as stopping her. Something deep inside was telling her to get the car sorted and wait. Wait for Spencer. Wait for that little thing inside of Reid which wasn't him anymore. With a sigh she pushed open the doors of the small building and approached the desk.

She felt unseasonably hot and sweaty. She could feel the water running down her legs and between her shoulder blades.

"Can I help you missy?"

A sigh. She hated not being able to flash her badge and get respect from people like this. "I need something for a few days."

A scratch of the head. "What sort of something?"

A frown crossed Emily's brow and then a slight smile. "You have bikes? Or only cars?"

"We have bikes."

Prentiss smiled sweetly at the guy behind the counter and began to do business.

-o-o-o-

Spencer didn't know this city but he could easily tell where to go. It seemed natural the way the place pulled him towards it. He kept his head down and walked as much as he could in the shadows of the shop fronts. Even when someone walked into him with a mumble apology he didn't look up or stop. His mind was set on doing this one thing and he needed to concentrate.

Again as before when he had been with Prentiss these streets slowly began to change. At first the type of shop – and then the boarded up fronts and cheep merchandise and gradually the sex shops and the seedier side of life emerged. Still head down the kept walking towards his destination. The concentration of street walkers became a joke. Every other step someone was attempting to stop him now.

"Hey you want some?"

"Good afternoon sweetheart."

"I've got a room if you have the time darling."

He walked past them without looking up. Dirty street scum. He could smell their dirt. He could smell their disease. He wondered why they thought he would be interested in them.

Still head down and now walking at a quicker pace to escape this area he walked onwards. The hookers made way to beggars and junkies. Again they called out to him offering him goods and asking for change and again he wondered why they thought someone like him would be interested in conversing or dealing with such filth.

Reid couldn't see how dirty his hair was and how it hung in greasy clumps either side of his sick looking face. He couldn't see the grime encrusted into his jeans and the smears of blood and dirt over his once white shirt. He did see how he looked lower down the chain than some of the people here living on the streets and if Reid had looked in a mirror now he wouldn't have recognised his face. He would have seen the diseased ridden junky rent boy that he looked like.

It was a place like all the other places in all the other cities anywhere. A long dark narrow street backing onto bars and clubs dedicating themselves to the gay scene. The clubbing wasn't something that interested him at all, but the backroom games were. This though still wasn't what he was here for. First a drink. He needed a drink and he needed a smoke, and he was in desperate need for something extra. Something to give his mind a boost. Just a little something.

Spencer entered the bar and stood at the counter. It was just past mid morning now and still a bit early to start drinking but he needed this before he felt he could do the rest. However much Floyd was pushing him internally he still could feel enough of himself left to know maybe this was slightly wrong.

He ordered a double whiskey and found a quiet corner where he hoped he would be left alone for a while.

As Emily was pulling up outside a motel on a big Harley – Reid was kneeling on the men's room floor bringing up the drink he had been consuming. His head was spinning and his very empty stomach was in fierce cramps demanding it was emptied immediately. He could feel hot tears running down his cheeks as he dry heaved into the filthy stained toilet as he knelt in the dampness of the dozens of missed shot from previous users of the establishment. The only saving grace he could think of right now was that since his hair cut he could use both hands to hold his shaking body over the vile hole he was barfing into and not get stomach contents stuck to his hair.

Finally he was able to sit back on his heels and rub at this eyes with his fingers. This wasn't going to work. He couldn't do this.

"Floyd – where the hell are you? What do you want of me?"

He slowly stood and made his way to the wash basins. Not only did he smell of his own vomit and bodily fluids but other peoples too. He stared at the unfamiliar face in the mirror and wondered where he had suddenly gone and why Floyd was pulling him back after rejecting him. He wanted just for a second to be inside Floyd's head to try to work out what this was all about. Why was he smelling Floyd on Prentiss, why was Emily smelling Floyd on him? What the hell was his game? Why did he feel the need to do what Floyd was telling him to do.

He moved from the basins and staggered from the men's room and straight out into the now dim late afternoon light. He could start now. Start doing what Floyd needed. He staggered through the doors and then back down towards the street he had come across earlier. It actually backed onto the bar he had just been in. With one hand brushing along the wall of the building to keep his walking as straight as he could he rounded the corner into hell.

-o-o-o-

Emily had a long shower and this time seemed to be left alone in her own thoughts without someone else's encroaching and touching. She soaped herself thoroughly and then washed the dirt out of her hair. She wished Spencer would do the same. It hadn't been that long since either of them had had the chance to shower but it felt like a lifetime of dirt she was washing off. As her thoughts drifted to what she had done and how Reid had touched and pushed against her she turned the water on a bit hotter. She needed to get the feeling of Spencer's mouth on her skin away and she was seriously worried about how this was going to effect their work. That was if they still had jobs after this.

She picked up a nail brush and scrubbed at her hands and then her shoulders. She cleaned her nails and then just stood under the water washing over her tanned skin wondering what the hell she was playing at. She needed to call Hotch. To call Rossi. To call anyone. She had to tell someone where she was and what she had planned.

Quickly she washed the soap out of her hair and stepped out of the shower. She pulled a white towel around her and started to walk to the small bedroom.

It really did feel as though someone had pushed her. She would have sworn in court that is what happened. She clearly felt the hand between her shoulder blades on her bare wet skin. She could remember feeling the force of the sudden shove and her feet sliding out from under her. Emily put her hands out to catch her fall and almost managed it. Her body didn't land too hard on the white tiled floor but her head still caught the door frame. She lay for a second or two wondering who would have done that to her. She tried to turn her head to look but all she could see now were shadows and all she could hear was a slight whisper and the feel of a kiss on the back of her neck.

-o-o-o-

He took himself deep down into the shadows and leaned on the wall next to a big commercial bin. The smell from the refuse around him was covered up by the smell of blood from his own nose. He pinched his nose and tipped his head back against the wall feeling the blood sliding down the back of his throat. It didn't work for him the same as it would have for Floyd. Spencer just started gagging and choking leaning forward spitting into the litter surrounding him. he wiped his nose on the arm of his sleeve and leaned forward until the bleeding stopped. He then rolled his sleeves up to disguise the mess and pushed his hair away from his face.

Spencer didn't have to wait long. Any time of the day there would be someone up to wanting a bit of fun. This guy was a bit taller than Spencer and looked like he spent most of his days in the gym.

The communication was light.

A nod.

A nod as a reply.

A gesture away from the area.

A frown.

"I have a room."

A nod from Spencer as he pushed away from the shadows and followed this tall strong stranger out of the place he had been hiding and down deeper into the filth of the area.

As Emily lay bleeding on the bathroom floor Reid followed the fair haired guy through a door way in what looked like to be an abandoned building. The place was infested with roaches and there were obvious signs of rats. Needles and other bits littered the floor and in the corners and along the walls young and old alike lay and muttered and mumbled in various drug induced stages of life. Spencer ignored all of this and kept his eyes on the back of this new guy he was following. Another door way which was unlocked with a key. The face turned to Reid.

"My place."

Not much for conversation Reid just followed him in.

The room held a bed. That was the only actual real furnishing. There were chains on the wall and hanging from the ceiling. Around the bed on the walls at different heights and placements were large metal rings. As Spencer stood and took in his surroundings he heard the door behind him being locked at the same time he realised that there were no windows. The room was lit by a single bulb hanging from the middle of the room.

Spencer had a very nasty feeling that he had taken on a hell of a lot more than he could handle. A quick blow in a side street was a long long way from what he seemed to be facing now.

"I – uh."

"No talking. Strip."

Reid's eyes flickered again around the room and to the door and back to the guy and slowly shook his head. "There's been a mistake." Whatever bravado Floyd had given him to do this in the first place was very quickly slipping away. He tried to pull up information on how to deal with this but there was nothing. He did the only thing he could think of doing right now and walked to the door.

"I'm sorry." He took the door handle in his hand and twisted and pulled and of course he knew it was locked – and he knew he wouldn't be walking out of this room yet but he needed to at least show this person that he was not a willing participant in these games.

A large hand rested on his shoulder.

"Boy – I am paying you for this so just do what I want. Strip."

A small shake of the head as he turned to face the guy he had willingly come here with.

"I make a mistake. I don't do this." He gestured around the room.

The guy grinned. "You do now. You are new – I haven't seen you before. The new ones are always the more fun." And the fingers of this man were starting to undo Reid's shirt.

Spencer reached a slightly shaking hand up and placed it over the one touching his shirt. "Stop."

Obviously this wasn't a word that dear Gert was used to hearing – and if he did he chose to ignore it. Reid wasn't quite sure how it happened but one second he was standing facing this mountain of a man and the next he was on his knees with his hands being held behind his back. He tried to get up and move away to get as far away as he could but the coldness of the metal was already being clipped into place around his wrists. Spencer let out an alarmed yelp as memories of being held by Taki came racing back into this mind.

He stopped moving. Every muscle in his body locked him into place kneeling on the stranger's floor. He sat back on his heels and looked that the floor. He had no real idea what this man was going to do to him but he could take a blind guess and be quite accurate and this he could blame on no one but his own stupid half drunk self. He could hear movement behind him. The sounds of clothes being removed. The thump of shoes being thrown across the room and all Reid could do was kneel. The fear of what would happen if he tried to move was over riding the fear of what would happen if he didn't.

He now grabbed Spencer by his hair and moving to the side of him pulled him so he was leaning forward. Reid did what he was asked and stayed once again where he had been positioned. Now hands were touching his jeans and unbuttoning his waist band.

"Please don't. I don't want this." But his words were so quiet he wondered if he had actually said them. He felt the big strong hands pulling the jeans down as far as his knees and then he was being manoeuvred again so that his chest was against the side of the bed.

"Lighten up boy. You'll enjoy it."

He pulled against the cuffs holding his hands now he could feel the man touching his bare skin and every tiny bit of whatever it was Floyd had given him was gone and all he had left was the fact that he was in a room with a locked door and no windows and chains and god only knew what else and he had his hands cuffed behind his back kneeling on a dirty floor with something very cold behind taken from a small tube and used on him – which was a very small comfort as that was the only preparation he did provide.

With one hand holding the back of Spencer's head and the other gripping his shoulder he used Reid like you would any common whore.

All Reid could do now was let this person take him like the dirt he obviously was for being here in the first place. He would love to lay the blame on someone else, but this had all been because he thought it was what Floyd wanted from him. This however he knew was not what Floyd wanted. This was what Taki wanted.

The tears and the snot and the licking of the lips was from pain and frustration not from any cell in his body enjoying this experience.

He turned his mind off from the hammering his body was getting. He tried to ignore the moans and groans from behind him and he wanted desperately to pretend that the hand in his hair twisting and pulling his head back and the one with the fingers digging into his shoulder weren't there, but this was something he was finding very hard to phase out. Small involuntary noises from the back of his throat and from where he was being forced hard against the side of the bed seemed to fuel the big guy even more.

It was probably all over much quicker than the eternity it felt like. As Reid was released and let to flop his head forwards and rest on the dirty mattress the voice spoke.

"You need to learn to relax. I'll give you five minutes." He felt fingers touch his arm and the cuffs were removed. "Get cleaned up." A box of tissues was thrown on the bed next to him.

Spencer sunk back down so that he was sitting on his heels again and pulled tissues out to wipe at his face. He felt stupid. He had never felt so low and disgusting.

As Prentiss began to awaken Reid was being dragged by his hair across the floor to kneel about central to the room. Again the tried to cut out what was going on around him but as his wrists were grabbed again Spencer started to defend. Still half undressed it wasn't the easiest thing to do. He attempted to stand and stop whatever this person was going to do with him next.

"Keep still. Don't move."

The words had an immediate effect on him. His hands went to the floor and he tipped his head down. Every nerve in his body was screaming for him to move to get away but something in his head was keeping him firmly on the spot.

"Good – you learn quickly." A hand was pulling his head up now so their eyes met. Spencer blinked away the self loathing he was feeling inside as the man stood and let the hair go again. "You've got a pretty face. You could do better than be a common rent boy you know."

He stayed silent. Telling this man that he was a Fed was probably not the right thing to do. He wanted to – his brain was telling him to correct him but he managed not to. He took in a deep breath and concentrated on what Gert was doing behind him this time. Again his arms were pulled behind his back and his wrists secured. Reid's only thoughts now were that if he did good – if he did what this guy wanted then maybe he wouldn't hurt him. Maybe he would just use him and let him go. A small almost laugh tried to escape when he thought of how much money he was earning here tonight.