Is This What You Wanted?

!!A/N: I support the 2007 WGA STRIKE!!

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. Floyd is.

Hotch was sitting with Morgan and Prentiss looking over maps and names and dates when his phone bleeped. He flipped it open.

"Hotchner." A long pause. Derek saw the expression change on Hotch's face. Emily saw the blood drain and the knuckles whiten. "Yes thank you for keeping me informed." And he closed the phone and looked over at his two team members.

"Satellite pictures of a plane down." He started to stand up but his legs wouldn't hold him so he just sat again. "In the mountains in Canada." He looked confused. "It broke up on impact."

Morgan stood. "They are looking for survivors?" He put a hand on Emily's shoulder. The words felt like he had just written a death sentence.

"There has been a huge explosion. They are about to set out now, but….Well we still don't know if it is R – the jet. It's in totally the wrong area, but so was Atlanta, so I don't know what to think."

"It broke up on impact and then exploded?" Emily put her hand to her mouth.

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He felt around in the dark. The sky was lit up orange from the explosion from the jet. Now surely someone will see that. It will show up on some monitor somewhere. It will and they will come and get them. But for now Reid had to worry about the snow which had started again and this Flanders person who was laying on the ground groaning. Reid crawled over to him.

"Floyd? Are you alright?" he moved a tentative hand out and touched the man on he back.

"Well Spence, what the hell do you think?"

"That's why I was asking." Reid could see something sticky and red on the side of Flanders face. "You're bleeding."

"Full of words of wisdom today aren't you?"

Reid sat next to Floyd and shivered. "They will be here soon. It's going to be alright." His teeth were chattering together and the snow fell harder.

"They won't come out in a storm Spence. They can't. They won't risk it." He rolled over to look at Reid's face. He was looking up at the snow falling heavier and heavier.

"It's n n n not a st st st storm y y y yet."

"So Dr Reid, do you fancy trying some heat conservation again? You look like you are going to die there. Come closer and I can wrap my coat around us both."

They lay together in pain in the snow looking up at the orange sky. Floyd wrapped his coat around them both and pulled Spencer in close. His back was in screaming agony. God only knows what he had done to it, but he wasn't going to show a weakness. Reid turned so he was facing Flanders who was still laying on his back. "We are going to die."

"Looks that way."

"Why are you so calm about this? I can't figure you out."

Floyd could feel Spencer's hot breath on his neck. "I have no regrets Spence. If this is it, that's fine but don't even begin to try to profile me Spencer. It's not worth the effort you will have to put into it."

"Where are you from? Your accent is slightly European."

"Well you have me figured." He could feel Spencer's hand moving across his chest. "You know you shouldn't be doing that."

"I might have regrets." A whisper of a voice.

"Spence, you need to keep your back warm. You are facing the wrong way."

"Oh ok sorry."

Floyd felt the hand move away from him and could feel the movement as Reid turned away from him. Slowly and carefully Floyd turned to face Spencer's back. One arm around Reid's shoulder and the other hand moving across Spencer's stomach.

"Can't have you die with regrets on your soul Spencer."

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"There is a storm." Hotch called the team together. "They can't do search and rescue in a storm."

"Oh." Said Emily. "Do they have any more information on if it is the jet or not?"

Hotch nodded. "It seems that the emergency beacon turned on for about fifteen seconds before going off again. They can't explain it. All they can tell us right now is that it was definitely the jet; it broke up on impact and a while later exploded. The emergency beacon flicked on and off about twenty minutes or so before the explosion. They are assuming electrical fault, but we will know no more until they get up to the mountains and have a look." Hotch looked over at Morgan who looked to be set to explode. "They are at this point assuming no survivors. If by any chance anyone made it out of the jet alive – well the temperature up there is extreme."

"Hotch, you are giving up on him? On them?" Morgan looked horrified at the picture this crash painted.

"Never Derek. No I am not giving up on them. Flanders especially has an enormous amount of survival training. If there is a chance, if they are not too badly injured Flanders will get them through it. There are four men up on that mountain, and I am not going to give up on any of them."

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The storm howled on for hours. The two of them lay still Flanders held Reid close trying to make sure if nothing else his back stayed out of the bitter cold. The sky was black again now that the fire had died down. The only good thing about this situation was that that they were partially sheltered from the awful weather. It didn't however stop the snow from falling on them. It didn't stop the horrendous bitter cold. It didn't change the fact that Reid thought he was going to die. It didn't change the fact that Flanders could now reap all the benefits from this experience.

"Spence try to stay awake." Gently running hands over him.

"I I I c c cant."

"Come on Spence, don't give up now. When the storm drops they will come."

"I I I can't stop shaking. Floyd I am g g going f for a w w w walk." He started to pull away from Floyd who pulled him back and held on tighter.

"You can't go for a walk. There is a storm. Lay still. Preserve the heat."

"They w w wont s s see us!" He was trying to pull away again.

"Spence, don't make me hurt you. Just stay still. No one will come for us in the storm. They can't reach us. You are getting hypothermic Spence."

"My core temperature is erm – will – I need to sleep."

"Let me warm you up some more. Would you like that?"

A strange whimper was the reply. And hour after hour passed

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"They are going in. The storm has died down enough."

They sat and looked at Hotch.

"How long will it take them to get there?" JJ's voice was shaking.

"The helicopters are on their way. They will let me know as soon as there is anything to say. We need to get back to the case. I appreciate that this is hard, but there are people missing still and we can't give up on them either."

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It was carnage. The wreck was a smouldering lump. The explosion seemed to have blasted and destroyed everything around it. The rescue guys stood and looked. Not a chance in hell anyone survived that.

Floyd heard the choppers and saw the lights. He needed to go and let them know they were here. Right now they were half buried. Spence was not responding anymore. He didn't want to unwrap himself from him. He didn't want to leave him here alone in the cold. He tried to shake him awake.

"Spence – they are here, you need to wake up now." A quiet mumble. "Come on wake up. We need to let them know we are here. I can't leave you here." Another noise only just audible.

Reid could hear Floyd talking to him, but his brain just wouldn't make sense of it. He wanted to cry. This was entirely his fault. He was drinking on duty, though he couldn't remember doing it. He managed to get knocked out and disarmed. An innocent man died because of him. No – three innocent men. Let us not forget the pilot and co-pilot. All because he had trouble sleeping. All because he was scared of the dark and imagined things touching him so he ran. He will probably get Floyd killed too now and he never got to explain everything to Hotch and Flanders was saying something to him and moving away and all he could do was cry.

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Flanders frowned and stood up. "Hey over here!" he shouted.