The Room

Léon: - How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

He slithered through the shadows inhaling the slightly stale air. They were underground, he was sure of it. Why do they always take you underground? What is it with these people? Do they have no imagination? Floyd was sure he would choose somewhere high. Somewhere out of reach by its height rather than depth. Stupid people. Pathetic.

A metal door much like the one he had just escaped his way from. Faint smells but Spencer wasn't here anymore. He had been, but then had been moved. Floyd could still smell the fear.

Quicker move quicker, they will find the bodies soon, not like you tried to hide them, they are laying in an open door way.

He found the wooden door and he put his fingers gently against it. Spencer was the other side of this door.

Shouts from back where he had come from let him know that they had found the bodies.

Crap.

Decision. Quickly. Get Spence and hope they don't catch up or leg it and try to get co-ordinates to the agents. He looked at the door.

Sorry Babes.

And turned and started to run.

Crap!

Again he turned and went back to the door quickly sliding open the locks and entering a pitch black room. He pushed the door shut and putting his hand against the door heard the locks slide back into place.

"Spence. I'm here."

A moan from next to the wall. He moved in quickly and grabbed hold of him.

"It's OK." He muttered as he knelt down next to Reid and put a hand out touching his hair. Floyd recoiled slightly from the cold dampness he felt and put his fingers to his face to smell what this was. A mixture of fluids from various places. He moved his hand back again. "Spencer, can you hear me?"

A moan in reply.

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He lay in darkness. The void was gone and he felt he was back somewhere cold and dark. Terror swept over him as he again felt things crawling over him and now burrowing under skin. He scratched and clawed at the places the things entered his body. There was no energy left to do more than the slight moan or intake of sobbing breath. He could feel again that he had opened his wounds with his long fingernails and could feel blood trickling from his arms and across his chest. They were invading him like an insect would a corpse. They were eating at him. Eating him alive and there was nothing he could do except lay there and scratch and scratch and claw at his skin trying to make it go away. Ultimately his mind went to statistics and attempted to work out how long he had before these creatures took his life but it was impossible to estimate. He didn't know how many or what they were.

His ear was bleeding, and he could feel his eyes bleeding where the creatures insisted on trying to get to. Spencer clawed at his eyes and made himself sick to try to get the things out which had crawled up his nose and into his mouth – but he knew he was only delaying the inevitable and eventually lay still and let the things run through him.

Spencer lay motionless, just moaning occasionally as he felt his flesh being eaten away.

He sensed rather than saw the door open, and a sudden shaft of light cutting through the darkness. If he had opened his eyes he might have felt differently about this situation, but if he opened his eyes the things would land on them and blind him instantly.

Reid felt someone reach out and touch him. A gentle unknown hand and now a voice talking to him.

"Spence – talk to me babes."

"Floyd? What are you doing here?"

"I came to get you, but I don't know that it's going to work. I'll stay with you. It's going to be OK."

Spencer felt Floyd's arms around him and he could feel him lay down on the floor behind him. "These people know us." He could feel hands pulling him closer.

"Not well enough Spence or I wouldn't be with you now."

Slowly the feeling of things crawling over him dissipated and he felt he could breathe without sucking insects down into his lungs. "They knew about the dark."

"Yes, they know a lot, but you don't need to worry. Just relax. I am working on a way to get us both out of here." And he slid the gun out of the back of his waistband and passed it over to Reid's hand. "Just in case OK?" He felt a small nod in return.

Floyd's mind now raced back to the samples they had taken from him. He started to bury his face into back of Spencer's neck and give him some comforting nibbles when he heard the locks on the door slide open.

"Babes stay still. Just don't move. Don't even twitch."

"Floyd?"

"Hush now."

Floyd stayed with his arms tightly around Reid and watched as the light shot across the floor. Felt Reid's breathing getting quicker and he heard the sound of guns being readied. This is exactly what he didn't want to happen. Whatever they had injected into him and given him to smoke was what he was going to blame of his totally failure in judgment here. He should have run. He could have had Hotch on his way by now but his mind had been too firmly fixed on the hunt.

"Get up and move away from him." A stern voice Floyd chose to ignore. He held Reid tighter.

"I will get us out. Don't worry. Just play dead." Whispered into the back of Reid's neck.

Floyd glanced up and saw five men pointing guns at him. "Get up and move away."

"Make me." He watched as the guns moved away from him and pointed at Spencer. "OK…that'll do the trick." He moved his hands away. "Keep your eyes closed – just don't watch." Whispered as he pulled slowly away and then to the men in the room "I would like to know the reason you did this."

"Stand!"

Floyd slowly got to his feet. "I know what you want. This is un-necessary."

"You don't decide what is necessary and what isn't Mr Franks."

"FLANDERS! My name is Flanders. Why do you insist on calling me Franks."

He moved slowly. The hunter needed to pick off the weakest of the herd or the one with the biggest gun in this case. He side stepped away from Spencer.

"We call you Franks because according to our records that is your name."

Another small step. Watching the guy with the shot gun.

"Your information is incorrect. My name was changed. You must've tapped into an old database. Fire your techie."

Spencer had remained motionless on the floor. This was good. It meant their attention was on him rather than Spencer. "Our information is correct."

"You still haven't told me what breaking Dr Reid has to do with what you are doing to me." Another step.

"It had nothing to do with you Mr Franks. Why assume that everything has to do with you. Rather conceited don't you think?"

Another step. Nearly close enough now. "Maybe."

And now he was in the perfect position. Shielding Reid and in range of the shotgun.

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Hotch drove a bit too fast. His head was still pounding and Morgan just sat in silence. Aaron could tell this wasn't going to sit well with the tough straight thinking agent. Blinkered maybe…Not ever accepting of concepts he was unfamiliar with. Or maybe just unaccepting of anything to do with Flanders. Hotch thought that more likely.

He pulled up into the drive and Morgan was still staring out of the window.

"Morgan .." Hotch started.

"Let's get in the house shall we. Compare 'notes' or visions – whatever the hell it was."

They slid from the car and entered Hotch's big empty house. Even Derek could sense the deserted feel it had.

"Help yourself to a drink, Morgan, I will stick a pizza in the oven."

Morgan nodded and entered the lounge flicking on the light as he went. A thin layer of dust covered things in here. Morgan resisted the need to write something in the dust and made his way to the bottle of whiskey and the tumblers. Aaron walked back in the lounge and stood behind Morgan. Derek didn't much like too much bodily contact with men. Sure sometimes, but a guy standing too close behind him creeped him out somewhat. He spun around quickly almost dropping the decanter of whiskey.

"Gee man you made me jump. Don't sneak up on a brother like that!"

Hotch gave a small half smile and took the decanter. "I'm sorry Morgan." And a sigh.

Derek didn't know what the hell that had all been about, but Hotch had purposefully invaded his personal space there. Was he testing him? Seeing how he would react? Did he know what happened with Floyd? Hell – what did he know? A big swallow and he went and sat in an arm chair. Thoughts of Flanders had made him feel decidedly uncomfortable. The idea that he was in trouble and had alerted them for help sent a twist through his abdomen.

"Hotch – what the hell is going on? What is Flanders up to? What's with all these visions crap?"

But Hotch didn't answer. He fell first to his knees and then to the floor holding his head and howling in pain. Blood poured from his nose again he was mumbling something incoherent and as Derek moved quickly forwards to help Hotch a buzzing started in his ears, followed by a long drawn out scream from somewhere inside his head.

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Shotgun: Broken neck. Clean and quick. Probably didn't feel a thing.

Hand gun in black shirt: Neck. Sweet tasting. Vegetarian. Hoped it hurt as his throat got torn out.

Hand gun in white Tshirt: (that colour was a mistake my dear) Groin! With hands. Simple. But you need to be fast and not mind what you touch.

Club: Oh please! What was he going to do with that? Tickle him? Bite, bite nibble dead.

He was pulled out of his reverie by a pain in the side of his head. He stopped and turned slowly. He could feel blood trickling down the side of his face.

"Next one goes in Dr Reid."

Hotchner, Morgan. Get here. Fast.

Yellow teeth was standing pointing the gun at Spencer who was still laying motionless on the floor.

"He's dead. Do what you want with him. – but I am going to devour your heart and take your soul back to hell with me."

As Floyd pounced the gun fired.

Pauly:- C'mon, asshole! C'mon faggot. C'mon, gun trick. (Léon)