Brain Surgery

Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I'm afraid that they're going to leave: - Marilyn Manson

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

He lay on the floor groaning softly.

He managed to roll over onto his back with difficulty. The hands tied behind his back felt numb and his arms ached from the position he had been laying in for an unknown time. Aaron could feel the blood drying on the side of his face making it feel stiff. The blood had run sideways across his face and puddled in his eye socket and welded it shut. He managed to get into a sitting position.

With the eye he could open he tried to see who his attackers were.

"What do you want?" He tried to keep his voice steady. "I have no money in the house. If you want……"

Again his words were cut short as someone yanked on his hair from behind. "Shut your mouth FBI."

"Can I have a drink? I need some water."

"I told you to shut up. One more word and we will order your little friend hurt."

Aaron tried to wipe off the blood from his eye on his shoulder. His little friend? Did they have Reid as well?

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Aaron heard a small noise from behind him and then someone talking on the phone.

"He needs to know we are serious. Can we have some sound effects please while I put this on speaker."

Hotch listened. His face paling.

No no please don't do that. A howl of pain.

Now soft whimpering noises and the sound of someone or something being dragged.

What? – What are you? – no – please – I didn't do anything wrong!

Why are you…………More howls of pain and the sound of hammering.

"Stop it!" Aaron hadn't wanted to antagonise them by talking again, but he couldn't just stay silent and listen to this.

"Are you going to stop talking now?"

Screams of pain.

A nod from Aaron.

-o-o-o-

Reid was only slightly aware of what was going on but when he felt the hand on the knife still embedded in his chest he suddenly became fully awake. He tired to push the hand away.

"No no please don't do that." He felt the blade sliding out of his chest. The pain was not as bad as the horror of what this person had just done. He put a hand on the place the knife had just slid its way out of and cried out in shock as the blood began to well up between his fingers.

His hands were snatched away from where he was trying to stem the blood flow and he was being dragged across the carpet. They dragged him to the wall and pulled him around to a sitting position. Someone threw him a pillow and another took his right hand and placed it against the wall. Reid put the pillow against his chest and pressed hard. He looked up at the men with his big brown eyes. One of them bloodied and swollen. "What? – what are you?" He saw the knife being wiped clean on the UnSubs pants. "No please – I didn't do anything wrong!"

The knife point was placed on the scab left from where Floyd had impaled his hand and now he could see a hard backed bible. "Why are you………." Trying to engage them to befriend them – to understand them. They used the bible to hammer the knife through his hand and into the wall behind him. Again he cried out in pain. Not only in pain but in abject terror.

-o-o-o-

Floyd looked over at Rosa and then down at what he had dropped on the floor. "Get dressed. We need to leave."

"Where we going?"

"I don't know yet. We need to get out of the house." He paused and looked at Rosa's big eyes. "No no…forget that. Just get dressed. I will make a phone call. Move it…and don't touch anything."

Floyd pulled on the clothes Reid had left out for him and smiled at the odd collection he had chosen. The velvet ribbon he looked at for a while and then tied his hair back with it.

"Hurry sweetheart. I can't have you out of my sight." He watched his little daughter pull on the grubby dress she had arrived in. He really needed to go and get her some new things to wear. Once she was ready he passed her Reid's hair brush and half dragged her to the lounge. Laying on the floor near the front door was Spencer's sweater vest he had been wearing that morning and Hotch's bunny slippers. Both items were covered in blood. Floyd crouched on the floor and put his head in his hands. He rocked slowly back and forth.

"Daddy – don't – you're scaring me." Rosa stood next to her virtually immortal strong bastard murdering father and put a worried hand on his shoulder.

"It's OK Rosa love. I just need to think. I can't think straight." He could feel the wetness dripping out of his nose again.

He stood up again swaying slightly. He put his hands to his head and pressed the heel of his hands hard into his temples. "What do you need? I will get it for you."

"Sweety – yes – in the workshop. On the counter. An electric drill. Bring that for me sweetheart. I need to make a phone call. Quickly and be careful."

He took a few steps then fell to his knees. The blood was coming out in huge clots now – thick dark and slime filled lumps. He sneezed. Half crawling he made it to the phone and pulled the receiver down. He punched in a known number.

'Morgan.'

"Flanders. Quickly Morgan. They have Spencer and Aaron again. Come to the house." He hung up the phone just as Rosa came back with the drill.

"What do you want this for daddy?" She put it in his shaking hands.

"I need to fix something."

Floyd held the drill in one hand and used the wall to balance himself with the other. Rosa followed behind him.

"What are you going to do? Daddy what are you doing with the drill? Where are you going?"

"Just give me a while ok?" He stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Rosa heard the door lock.

"Daddy! What are you doing? Let me in! Don't leave me out here on my own. Daddy let me in! Don't! I know what you are doing. Please daddy stop – daddy don't please don't do that!" She was screaming and hammering on the door when a sudden sound stopped her. Someone was at the front door.

"Flanders!" A voice was shouting.

-o-o-o-

Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi stood on the Flanders porch. Morgan knocked. No answer. No cars in the driveway. A dark house – it was the noise which made the hair stand up on the back of Rossi's neck. A child calling for her daddy.

"Flanders!" Rossi shouted out.

The shouting from the child was replaced by a short silence and then a howl.

"Daddy NO! Don't to that! Please daddy don't…"

It was all that was needed. The images of what that man Flanders was doing to the child shot through all their minds at once. Ultimately all coming up with the same one. They pulled weapons and Morgan pushed open the unlocked door.

"FBI!" Morgan shouted as he waved his gun around the room. Each of the agents stepped into the room. The bloodied items laying on the floor didn't go un- noticed and the noise coming from around the corner wasn't missed either. Again each of the agents moved to cover each other and to see what was going on around the corner of the lounge.

A child was standing at a door. Her head leaning on the door and her mouth muttering something. The sound of a drill could be heard from the other side of the door. Prentiss lowered her gun and walked quickly to Rosa.

"Hey Rosa. Remember me? Of course you do." She put a hand on Rosa's arm. "Can you tell me where you daddy is sweety?"

Rosa glanced over at the men and then to Prentiss and then to the bathroom door. "He's in there."

"Did he hurt you?" Rossi's question.

"No – but he wont come out. Kick the door in and make him come out."

Morgan moved to the door and looked down at the girl. He could hear the drilling sounds and moans of pain. "What is he doing?"

"Drilling his head I think."

"Drilling his?"

"His head- to stop the headaches – please stop him." She then looked down the passage to the bedroom door. "Someone came in last night and left those pictures. Daddy did a mental and then started drilling his head. Please stop him."

Rossi went to look at the pictures which had been dropped whilst Morgan put his shoulder to the door. It popped open easily enough. At first it looked like Floyd was kneeling on the floor in front on the toilet being sick but the spray of blood up the wall and the puddle forming around his knees sort of gave out a different reason he was kneeling there. The drill was still clutched in his hand and Morgan could see the slow rise and fall of Floyd's back as he was breathing.

"Floyd man, what the hell?" He walked slowly towards him. not wanting to alarm a serial killing cannibal with a drill in this hand. "Floyd!"

"Oh god." Prentiss' voice from behind him. "Come on sweets; let me take you out side." Quietly to the small girl gripping her hand so tightly that the little finger nails were breaking the skin.

Morgan gently touched Floyd on the back. "Floyd – I'm going to move you OK?"

He thought maybe there was a small noise as a response but wasn't sure. He turned to look at the child standing in the door way. Emily was still trying to get her to move and then turned back to Floyd and pulled him away from the toilet bowl and onto the floor of the otherwise sparkly white bathroom. He fell sideways with a soft moan. Morgan rolled him over onto his back and saw the hole drilled just below his hairline above his right eye. "Sonofabitch."

"He needs to be on his side." Rosa was pulling away from Emily to get into the room. "It needs to drain now."

Rossi was standing at the doorway again looking in at the scene. He wasn't as familiar with this Floyd business as the rest of them. He turned to Emily. "You seem to get on with him alright. Morgan we have something else we need to go and look at. Now. Emily stay here. Is an ambulance going to be needed?" He looked at Morgan.

"No sir no. This is so far beyond that - I don't know what to think. People don't dill holes in their heads. This is just not right." He got up and changed places with Emily. "Be careful and keep that kid close."

-o-o-o-

A noise brought Aaron's attention back to the UnSubs. Someone was talking on a phone. It was a quick call. Followed by a reminder to keep his mouth shut.

"We are taking you to your little friend. The rules don't change. You keep your mouth shut or your friend will be in a whole new dimension of pain."

They dragged Aaron to his feet and directed him out of the door which led ultimately out to the garage. His head hurt from the crack he had taken around his head but he wasn't going to let these people know the pain it had caused. He would have found it much easier to walk in a straight line if he had something to help him balance but again he refused to show them a weakness. The hold they had over him via Spencer was more then enough. Nagging at the back of his mind again was the incident with the stoning. Would Reid do the same sort of thing again? Would he be able to watch Reid being tortured to save someone else? If that was what all this was about. He knew this was Iolanda again. He knew that this was about Floyd and Rosa again. What he didn't know was where Reid's loyalty lay.

-o-o-o-

Spencer was sitting curled up as tightly as he could on the floor. His hand still stuck to the wall, the pillow held tightly in front of him and his knees pulled up close. The room was in virtual darkness, but somehow now this was almost comforting to him. He knew the monsters where there and he knew they were going to let him sit here and bleed out. He would rather not have to look at their faces as it happened. When the door to the room opened and a shaft of light spread over the carpet he looked up to see who had arrived. He was expecting Iolanda. It was a look of shame though which Reid gave to the new arrival. He knew that the reason Hotch was here and beaten and bleeding was partly his fault.

Aaron gave him hardly a glance as he stumbled into the room but that glance was all Hotch needed to have to know that these people had no intention of letting Reid go, and thus probably no intention of letting him go either.

"Hotch – I – I….."

"Dr Reid." A voice out of the shadows. "Unless you want your head nailed to the wall with a round from my pistol you will shut your mouth."

Spencer looked over into the shadows towards the voice and then over to Aaron who was being forced down onto his knees facing the wall opposite him.

"I don't know what you want from us, but doing this will get you nothing. We won't give you what you want." Spencer could see movement from the shadows and the glint from a weapon. "Torturing me will not force me to tell you what you want to hear. You have already killed me by pulling that knife out of my chest. Your threats don't scare me anymore. I won't be your leverage. You can threaten me all…………."

Hotch was listening to Reid's words and was about to tell him to shut up when the gunshot rang out cutting off Reid's words. He turned slowly to see what had happened. They let him look at Reid slowly slide sideways. The weight of his body pulling on the hand stuck in the wall – ripping through the flesh as he slumped into a heap leaving a big red smear on the wall behind him. Hotch's first thought was. 'That was not a head shot – there is still hope' He closed his eyes against the scene and looked back at the wall again. Making a fuss now wasn't going to help either of them. However there was no reason not to talk now.

"Let me go to him." He tried not to let the pain show in his voice but he really needed to get to Reid as soon as he could. Someone took off the restraints on his wrists and then pulled him to his feet.

"Go on then. Let's have a floor show."

Aaron chose to ignore the vile comment and walked on wobbly legs to where Reid was laying. He collapsed into a kneeling position and carefully touched the side of his neck. There was a weak pulse. As he rolled Spencer over onto his back he could see that the bullet had taken him in the shoulder. He touched the wound carefully with shaking fingers. "Spencer – it's going to be alright. Just stay with us OK? Open your eyes for me Spencer." He looked down at the pillow he had been clutching to his chest and moved it away to inspect the damage underneath. The front of his shirt was soaked but it looked as though the bleeding had stopped. For now.

-o-o-o-

Rossi knew that the photos of Aaron had been taken in his home. They rushed a team of people over there but they had left already. The mess which had been left behind though was not good. There seemed to be blood smeared everywhere. Up the walls, up the side of the stairs, and on the corner of the door there was black hair stuck in place by blood. There was no Aaron though.

"Somebody must have seen something. Knock on doors. Start asking questions. We need a CSU down here now."

Morgan wanted to kick things and shout but he held tightly onto the stress ball Garcia had given him and held back the cries of frustration.

-o-o-o-

Emily sat on the floor next to Floyd. There was something strangely compelling about this man. She watched the blood dripping from the hole in his skull and wondered how many men were capable of doing such a thing and surviving. Rosa sat on the edge of the bath watching.

"Do you like my daddy?" She suddenly asked.

Emily realised that she had her hand resting on Floyds arm. "Yes - Rosa I think I do." Though she had no idea why.

"It's not real. Those feelings – they aren't real." She got down off the side of the bath and sat next to her dad. "It's – erm – survival tactics. Make someone like you so they won't hurt you. It's what Iolanda did to me. I thought I liked him. I thought I hated daddy but it was false."

"I see but I won't hurt your daddy Rosa. He is already hurting enough."

"You're not real cross with him for all of this?"

"No – I don't understand it but that doesn't mean I will dislike someone for it."

They sat in a small huddle on the bathroom floor. Emily was hoping Floyd would not wake up properly until someone else came back. She seemed to only like him when he was incapacitated. It didn't stop her kissing the tips of her fingers and placing them on Floyd's cheek though.

"Well well if it isn't the bitches in heat." Emily's hand went for her gun. Rosa leapt away and threw her self into the bath tub.

The sound of gunfire echoed around the small white tiled room.

A/N Thank you all readers and reviewers.