Chapter 10

The Surprise

A/N: tiny slash warning :cD

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

It was raining when he woke up. The sound of he rain hammered on the wooden summerhouse roof and the smells of the wet plant life assailed his senses. He was laying on his side and he had the most vile head ache he thought he had ever had. Someone was laying behind him curled into the shape he was laying in. He could smell that deep heady musky smell coming from the bare arms he could see holding him tightly.

Spencer tried to remember what happened – but past walking with Floyd to the summerhouse all was blank. He moved a hand and touched his face. There was a lump – more than one lump…one on the side of his face and one on his forehead. The voice from behind made his skin crawl at the same time as his stomach did an excited flip.

"Hey – you're awake. I was going to call for an ambulance if you were sleeping for much longer."

Spencer rolled over onto his back and looked up at the wooded roof. "What happened?"

"You tripped. How's the head?"

"Tripped?"

"I've been waiting for you to come round again."

The hands which had been wrapped around Spencer were now drawing circles on his skin. "My head – what did I hit my head on?"

Now the hands were moving away and Floyd was leaning on his elbows looking down at Spencer. "The floor."

Spencer looked up into the dark eyes of this man who he seemed to have unwanted feelings for. "Floyd – I think you should take me home." Spencer watched as Floyd dipped his head and kissed him gently on the mouth. He twisted his head to the side. Spencer didn't want this. He didn't want this with a girl and he definitely didn't want this with some strange man.

"But we were just starting to have fun." And Floyd smirked at Reid who stared back at him.

"I'm not having fun though. I don't want this. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to look as though I was interesting in you in that way. I made a mistake. I really think we should go."

Spencer pushed Floyd's hands off him and tired to slide away.

"You need to give it a chance Spencer and believe me – you will enjoy it."

Reid was on his knees now and Floyd was getting to his feet.

"I may well enjoy it, but it's not something I want to try here." He watched as Floyd lit a smoke with a thin silver lighter. "That will kill you."

Floyd grinned. "I didn't realise you cared so much and this shit? This won't kill me. Home rolled herbal stuff. One hundred percent safe to smoke."

Reid coughed as Floyd blew smoke in his face. "It stinks."

"Well yeah it does, but you can't have everything now can you?" Floyd closed the gap between them. "You want some?" Spencer shook his head. "Do you realise how many smoking related deaths there are a year? Almost five million people died from smoking-related diseases across the world in 2000, researchers estimate. A study published in The Lancet found that for the first time, deaths from smoking that year were as high in the developing world as in industrialised countries. Over three-quarters of deaths among smokers worldwide were among men. Researchers from the Harvard School of Public Health in Boston say the only way to stop deaths increasing is to improve education and prevention work. The researchers estimated that there were 4.83m premature deaths from smoking in 2000 - 2.41m in developing countries and 2.4m in industrialised countries." His lecture stopped when Floyd blew smoke in his face again making him cough.

"OK I get the message, but I told you, this is herbal stuff. I make them myself." Another step forwards and he took hold of one of Reid's hands and a placed in the front of his own low cut black trousers. "And tell me you don't want this."

Reid didn't move his hand away. He just stood looking at Floyd who was shorter than himself by a good few inches. He looked at the way that straight dark hair framed his face and the way his mouth was perfect shape. It was a very effeminate face this man had and this made it all the more confusing for Reid as he felt his own arousal and that feeling of both dread and wanting in his mind and stomach…and now other parts of his body too.

"Are you going to continue your denial?"

"It's just that – well I've never."

Floyd shook his head slowly. "Yes you have. You might not have enjoyed the other times, but you definitely have." He ran a thumb over Reid's lips.

"I – erm – don't think I know what you are talking about. I've never been in a relationship with anyone before and definitely not with a man."

"Well let's not spoil the moment now babes…." And fingers were moving over Spencer's stomach and now they were sliding down behind the front of his jeans which were still undone from earlier. One of Spencer's hands moved down and held gently onto Floyd's wrist. The other he moved over to Floyd's waistband and his fingers worked clumsily at the top button.

He leaned down and in slightly and kissed slowly along Floyd's jaw line and down as far as he could get on his neck and throat. Spencer heard the sound of a small groan coming from Floyd as the button suddenly came open and shaking fingers carefully pulled down the zipper. Their mouths joined in a lip crushing kiss as tongues met and teeth had new tongues ran along teeth. Now Spencer's hands were holding tightly onto the back of Floyd's head. His fingers winding through the long dark hair as Floyd pressed himself hard against Reid who was now quite obviously enjoying every lustful moment. Floyd's hands were holding Spencer's hips, pulling him in tighter so he could grind against him and feel how much this bit of perverted filth wanted him. This bit of arse was easier to get than a bit of street scum. Floyd sighed in ecstasy at the thought of how easy this job was going to be.

For a genius this profiler was pretty dumb.

But then dumb was sometimes best…but then a stupid genius was even better.

The dragging off of clothing and the joint moans carried on until the light faded and Spencer suddenly realise that it was getting dark.

"I need to go home." He managed to say between the light kisses he was trailing down Floyd's chest. He could feel hands on the back of his head and he could feel his head spinning as he tired to pull away before it was too late again and his mouth would be otherwise employed.

"Rossi give you a curfew? Or is it because of the dark?" Floyd twisted his fingers a bit tighter in Reid's hair.

"uummm." Was the reply.

-o-o-o-

They were getting seriously concerned now about Reid. They watched him leave his apartment but they had been told not to follow. They also needed to know if someone was entering his place when he was out. Spencer's suspicions had been correct. Rossi was keeping an eye on him.

He had talked over with Hotch to possibilities of bringing him in and keeping him away from this outside influence but as Reid had said - it was personal and as yet it hadn't interfered in his work. Mainly because he was off repairing his mind from the shooting.

They decided to wait and see what the pysch evaluation came up with and go from there.

Rossi talked to Hotch about the chat the two of them had and how he had offered two days to get himself sorted. They left it at that for now. A new case was going to be taking them out of the city and half way across the country for a while and though Hotch hated the idea of that….there was little they could do.

-o-o-o-

When it was dark Floyd pulled Spencer up from the floor and they carefully brushed leaves and dirt off each other's skin and clothing.

"I know you are going to ask to go home now, but I want to show you something first."

Reid peered at Floyd in the darkness "I don't think I will be seeing much of anything."

"Sure you will – catch." Floyd threw over Spencer his Tshirt which he pulled on over his head. He was then lead by the hand out of the summerhouse and down a much used pathway in what used to be a fine lawn. Spencer could see the outlines of the huge house in front of them silhouetted against the dark blue of the sky.

"Where are we going?" Spencer's voice was sounding more than a bit nervous.

"You will have to wait and see; I don't want to spoil the surprise."

Alarm bells rang in Spencer's head and his stomach twisted in excited knots at the same time. It was confusing and wonderful at the same time. He could feel the heat coming from the hand holding tightly onto his. The tightness felt comforting though.

He was lead to what was once a doorway into the big old house. Now it was just an opening surrounded by ivy and other climbing plants.

"You said it was private."

"I know what I said and I also said I had a special understanding with the owner. Come – there is something I want to show you."

He took Reid through the doorway and into the remains of a grand old hall. Floyd stopped and turned to look at Spencer. "Stand there. Don't move." He pulled his lighter out of his pocket and walked slowly away.

"I'm not really enjoying standing here in the dark you know." Spencer muttered – but just as he said it a light appeared from next to Floyd. He had lit a brazier in the middle of the room. The light shone around the derelict room and pushed away the shadows. Slowly Reid walked over to Floyd who was just standing grinning at him.

"This is the surprise?"

"Well in a way it is." He took Spencer's hand again.

"Are you sure the owner won't mind?"

"Spence – I promise that the owner won't mind in the slightest. Trust me – would I lie to you?"

Reid shrugged and walked next to Floyd over the hallway floor towards an opening into another room. "Just through here." Floyd mumbled as he guided Spencer down some dark old stone stairs into yet another huge room.

"Er Floyd – I really don't like his place. Can we go?" Reid was virtually walking backwards trying to look behind him at the light which was disappearing quickly as they walked further away from it.

"I haven't shown you my surprise yet. Don't be such a baby." The grip tightened on his hand again and nails began to dig in slightly.

"Stop!" Reid tugged his hand away. "I wont keep being dragged around by you."

Floyd was in his face in a flash. "You are a nasty spoiled bit of filth – you do know that don't you? I give you everything and you just whine and moan and bitch at me in return. What the fuck is wrong with you? Oh please Spence that wasn't an excuse for you to go off on one of you fact spouting diatribes so shut that stupid damned mouth which only seems good for giving a good blow job and do what I tell you to do for once in your fucking stupid life."

Reid stood with his hands by his sides not really sure what to do next. He looked at the man who was standing so close to him that he could smell his fetid breath and feel the dampness from his mouth – so close that Spencer knew he had to move now or he wouldn't have another chance.

As he turned and as his head began to spin in panic and as his body decided that in this case 'fight or flight' – flight would be the better option – Floyd took hold of his hair. With a yelp Reid was stopped in his tracks. He felt some of his hair being ripped out by the roots as he was pulled back so forcefully backwards that he lost his balance and his footing went out from under him.

Reid moved his hands up and over the ones holding his hair and dug in his nails and pulled at the fingers. "Let go….!"

He heard a door squeak open and another almighty pull of his hair swung him around and sent him flying into nothing.

Floyd stood at the top of the cellar stairs and looked down into the darkness. He could hear a slight moaning sound from down in the darkness for a few breaths and then there was nothing.

-o-o-o-

He awoke in darkness. There was a sticky pool of something which he suspected was his own blood under his head. One hand was twisted back in a strange position. Very slowly he tried to push himself up to sit. His head span and the room would probably be spinning too if he could see anything. There was nothing. Just complete darkness. Gingerly he felt his sore left wrist. He could feel where bones hand snapped in his wrist and feeling down his leg to his ankle let him know that he had either broken that too or it as badly sprained. For now he stayed sitting and tried to figure out what to do.

Noises over in the corner of the room which may have been tiny mice or monsters for all it mattered – Spencer was not going to stay here longer than he needed to. A slow crawl across the floor was now his objective. He needed to find the wall so he could eventually make his way to the stairs he had been thrown down.

Moving carefully and not putting weight on his left arm he made his way on his knees across the room. The scuttling noises moved as Spencer moved and he stopped trying to work out where they came from, but acoustics was weird here – or he was surrounded by furry creatures and monsters. The thought made a sweat of ear break out on his forehead as he moved forwards again. The wall. He needed the wall.

He reached out with his fingers feeling for things on the floor. It was damn and slimy and occasionally he could feel lumps of something which had died. Moving slowly again with his eyes wide but seeing nothing he crawled forwards. Tears of frustration running down his face and biting down on his bottom lip until he could taste blood. He could feel wetness trickling down the side of his face. Spencer stopped his slow crawl to put fingers carefully to the side of his head to feel the damage. As his fingers touched the ripped flesh his stomach twisted and he had to put his hand back down on the floor to help stop the dizzy sickness which suddenly came over him.

Again he moved and this time his fingers touched a wall. A cold wet brick wall but it was solid. He shuffled around and put his back against the wall and pulled his knees up close. Now that he had something to lean on he placed his damaged hand on his lap and the other he moved back up to the side of his head.

He let out a small cry and then slid sideways into a puddle.

-o-o-o-

Hotch rang Spencer's apartment. He was aware that for now it was best to physically stay away from him but he felt very protective towards Spencer. Especially now that Gideon had abandoned him too. He had no one to turn to when things were rough or confusing. No one except his counsellor and sometimes it was a friend you need to spill your soul out to and not some clinical nameless face.

When he didn't answer Hotch assumed he was sleeping or in the tub. Nothing short of a bomb would get Spencer out of the tub.

For now he let it go. But he made a mental note to try again first thing in the morning. Spencer was never one to sleep in.

-o-o-o-

When he woke up this time he was shivering and cold. The thing which woke him was still crawling over his face. At first he thought it might have been a mouse but when he raised his hand to push it out of the way he could tell it wasn't fury in the rodent kind of way but more in the huge mother of a spider kind of way. Reid screamed and made a frantic move to get away. There were things in his hair and something had crawled up the leg of his jeans. He slapped at things and felt them explode and squish and pop under his fingers.

He opened his mouth to scream and something with eight legs slipped over his lips.

Spencer stood and ran in a limping stagger away from the things trying to eat him alive. He could still feel them in his hair and moving across this scalp as he tore at his hair with his good hand and put this damaged one out in front of him looking for something he could grab hold of and use to protect himself with.

He found the stairs with his shins which sent him forward with a yelp and then a howl of pain as he put his left hand down to stop the forwards motion. The tears were now frustration pain and fear as he pulled himself up the stairs and towards safety.

Spencer's fingers brushed against the wood of the door at the top and his breath was coming quick and shallow making his thoughts become muddled in his panic and when the light shone suddenly under the door he had a flash of relief. It didn't last long.

The door opened.

-o-o-o-

Floyd stood the other side of the door with his forehead resting on the wood. He could hear the panic Spencer was in and it forced a smirk across his face as it forced other parts of his body to react to the sounds of pain and fear.

He could hear the mad scrabbling of Spencer making his way up the stairs.

Floyd turned on a torch and held it in his hand pointing at the floor.

He waited.

He held his breath.

The excitement was almost unbearable.

As he sensed Spencer was on the other side of the door he pulled it open.

He looked down at the wet terrified eyes.

And kicked him back where he had just crawled from.