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"Get out."

"Floyd.

"Spence get out."

"I can't move."

"Shit. Let me help you."

"You're bleeding!" Reid.

"I'm doing great here babes. Let me help you."

"Get out. Go and get help."

"I'm not leaving you here. You get yourself in trouble whenever I leave you."

"Please, just get out." A sigh.

Floyd stated to scrabble out of the smashed windshield to make his way around the other side of the truck.

His mind concentrating so hard on getting help for Spence he didn't notice there were people on the scene until he felt the cold metal on the back of his head.

"Not another inch Flanders." Morgan, he would know that voice anywhere.

He stopped moving his body and started to move his mouth. "Great kill me here, but I haven't done anything. I am just trying to get help for Spence in there and I am sure that when you splatter my brains over this here Mojave wasteland Spence will understand. Now get the sodding gun off my head and let me help him before he bleeds out and we have a funeral to arrange. If that is ok with Agent Brains in his Arse?"

Floyd didn't feel the pressure from the gun barrel even waver.

"Shut your mouth Flanders and put your hands behind your back. If nothing else I have you for dangerous driving."

"The hell I will Agent Derek Morgan! I haven't done anything. I was trying to get Spence to hospital! I am so sorry I was driving erratically but he was distracting me with his blood squirting around the cab." He turned his head to watch the EMT's half crawl into the cab to help Reid. "Let me go to him." Floyd moved his hand around to where the gun was still pressing into his scalp. "Get the godamned gun offa my head and let me go to him!" He pushed at the hand holding the weapon in place as he felt the pressure of another join it.

"Hands behind your back." The sweet voice of Emily Prentiss.

Floyd was getting cross. He had risked his life for Spence and they were treating him like a dog. Still he kept his hands out slightly in front of him. If they wanted him to move them they would have a fight on their hands. He knew damned well they wouldn't shoot an unarmed man. Just another stupid bluff.

"Now Flanders."

"Shut your mouth whore. I don't listen to bitches." He was trying to see what Hotch was doing. He needed to be there. He needed to see what they were doing to Spence. When he saw Morgan's hand touch his, his rage boiled over.

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The paramedics shone a light into Spencer's eyes. They were worried about the blood coming out of his ear. They were worried about the blood dripping from him knee. They didn't like the colour of his skin. Carefully one of the medics climbed into the cab. Hotch crawled towards the broken windshield and tried to see what they were doing. A brace around his neck. Pressure to his leg. It was going to be fine. He watched as they carefully rolled the unmoving form over onto his side and check his back. His bare back was covered in little shards of glass and blobs of blood. They ran careful fingers down his spine but couldn't find anything obvious. It was the blood loss they were now worried about.

A spinal board was brought over and they oh so carefully manipulated Spencer and lifted him carefully from the wreckage.

By now Floyd was on his back trying to kill Morgan. One hand was around this throat and another trying to gouge out eyes. His best weapon though was the blood he was spitting at him. "Suck that up you whore!" Floyd bellowed as a film of spittle and blood splattered across Morgan's mouth and chin.

"Stop that you dirty son of a bitch!" and a fist going for the already bloodied mouth "How did you find Reid?" His fist was blocked.

Floyd caught the flying hand in his and started to twist. "How the hell do you think I did?" The hand came off his throat and fingers jabbed for Morgan's dark eyes.

Derek pulled his hand away and grabbed for Floyd's long hair. "Answer me Flanders or so help me god I will get them to shoot you here and now."

"I micro chipped him!" and suddenly Floyd let go. "Now let me go, I need to see if he is ok."

Morgan sat astride Flanders and looked down at the mess his face was in. "You did what?"

"Get off me and I will explain."

Slowly the hands released and Morgan stood up. Flanders followed suit and stood staring at Derek. Spencer forgotten for now. Emily was next to him still pointing her gun.

"Tell your bitch to back off." No response. "Fine, end of chat until she's gone; I won't talk in front of her." He spat blood down at Emily's feet then started to turn.

"Just stand still Flanders and explain what you did to Reid." Morgan was sounding calmer now, but his voice still made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

"I wrote program. I implanted a chip. I can locate him anywhere on the planet. Sat Nav is wonderful."

"I don't believe you have the intelligence to do that." Emily's voice was grating on him as well now, and he knew he wouldn't get away with hitting a girly. Even – no especially – as she was an agent.

"Believe what you want little lady, but sticking a bullet in me wont do a thing to help Spencer, so put your sodding little gun away and go do the dishes or something."

She slowly lowered her gun and stood looking at Flanders. "I am going to check on Reid." Prentiss took a few steps back watching Floyd, dark eyes watching dark eyes.

His attention was drawn back to the cab now and the paramedics lifting Spencer away. Floyd's stomach turned as he watched Aaron walking next to him clutching his hand. "Can I go now?" Head spinning. "I don't feel too good."

Morgan nodded. "You need to get yourself checked out." Derek indicated for medics. "Then you will tell me exactly what has been going on and tell me why you are in a truck belonging to Velasco."

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They travelled separately to the hospital.

Reid could feel someone holding his hand. He wanted to open his eyes to see who it was but the effort was becoming too much. It felt like Aaron and that would be good, so he let his mind believe that is who it was.

At the hospital he was taken straight down to surgery where they inspected what was left of his knee. They agreed that someone had done a good job of removing foreign bodies from the wound, and cleaning it up. What they couldn't quite understand was why there seemed to be human teeth marks on the ripped flesh when this was a gun shot wound. They made note of it. They would talk to his family about this later, and maybe the person who treated this needed to be talked to.

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Floyd was put in detox. They had no idea what it was he had taken, but when they finally got bloods from him they noted he had more un-natural chemicals floating in his blood than he did red blood cells. However they couldn't find where they had been. They didn't know where the had got Velasco's truck from and there seemed to be no sign of Joel Velasco anywhere.

Reid wasn't pressing any charges. Morgan went to pay Spencer a visit. He needed to know what to do about this Flanders person. He needed to know what had happened. Aaron was spending a lot of time with Reid. Often staying the night.

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"Hey." Morgan stood behind the chair Reid was sitting in. His leg still in a big brace and kept straight out in front of him.

Spencer looked up and smiled. "Morgan."

"I need to ask you some questions kid." He moved around and crouched down in front of him. "About Flanders."

Reid hadn't seen him since the accident. They were keeping them apart. "Go on." He sucked in his bottom lip.

"Did he kill Joel Velasco?" Straight and to the point.

Spencer shook his head. "I really don't know. I suspect he had something to do with it, but I have no proof."

"How did he find you?"

"I don't know that either. I keep meaning to ask him, but you wont let me see him."

Derek nodded. "It hasn't been the right time yet. He is in detox. He was quite ill. Do you know what he took?"

Again a shake of the head. "He makes his own. It's all natural. Nothing illegal."

"He hit me."

Reid just looked at him.

"I can have charges pressed. I can charge him with attacking as federal agent."

Spencer's eyes went big.

"You would rather I didn't. I realise he was under a lot of strain and concussed from a nasty RTA but if you want rid of him, I can get him charged."

Derek felt a hand on his shoulder. "He was helping me Derek. Please don't."

A nod."You going home soon?"

Spencer smiled. "Thank goodness. Tomorrow."

"Need help?" Derek was looking at the contraption Reid had encompassing his knee and leg.

"I need to manage on my own but thank you."

"And Floyd?" Derek looked into Reid's hazel eyes. "Will you keep in contact with him?"

"I would imagine so." A sigh and a pause. "I hope so. I missed him."

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