Darling Olivia

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He thought his heart would explode through his chest. He could hear it beating even if he couldn't feel it. He could feel nothing. Even his tongue was numb. He tried to call for help – someone please turn the light back on. Someone tell him what is going on. Where are his friends? Where is he? But all he could do was lay there and listen to the machine breathing for him and his heart beating too fast.

The medication made his head foggy. He tried to do his usual and recite in his head all the production dates for the original Star Trek episodes, but there was nothing. The idea of trying to remember it seemed absurd. All he could remember was pain where it shouldn't be and nothingness where there should be something, and out of the corners of his eyes things creeping in the shadows. He tried to contact Floyd but something was blocking him.

These people knew who he was, and the nurse seemed to know Floyd, but he couldn't put the pieces together. Spencer tried to wiggle his fingers and toes again, but there was nothing. He lay letting the silent tears fall. At least no one would see them.

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Once again Aaron was making his way to the hospital Flanders had been taken to. Morgan had confirmed that Reid was not at the apartment and it didn't look like anyone had been there for a few days. There was dried vomit on the floor and something else which he didn't want to start to think about. Curiously there was also drag marks and more than one set of foot prints and not large. This looked like female feet.

He also was able to confirm that Reid's cell phone was here. There were a lot of missed calls on it. Another slightly worrying thing was that Reid's messenger bag was hanging on a hook with the coats. He never went out without his bag and phone so what ever had happened it had happened suddenly or by force. He called the crime scene people in to have a closer look at the place.

Aaron still in his sling walked down the corridor towards mayhem.

He could hear the shouting and yelling and swearing and he could hear a fainter calming voice. Hotch walked faster to try to see if he could do something before Floyd hurt someone. He walked into the room to see Floyd backed up against the wall and the nurse standing with a hypo in her hand.

"I don't want to have to hurt you missy – but ya's not having my damned blood."

"It won't hurt sir."

"Fuck off!"

Hotch put a hand on the nurses shoulder. "I'll talk to him. Thank you." He flashed his Id at her. She sniffed and walked away.

"We still need a sample."

Floyd tried to push Hotch out of the way to get to the nurse with the offending object but Aaron put his hand on his chest and shook his head.

"You're not getting a sodding 'sample' from me!" Floyd shouted over Hotch's shoulder.

"Calm down. What happened to you?"

Aaron stood back and looked at the blood encrusted shirt and waistcoat.

"Nose bleed. I need to find Spence. Something bad has happened. He's in hospital somewhere."

Aaron opened his phone and called Garcia.

"It's Hotchner. I need you to check out the hospitals local to where Reid lives. I need to now which one he is in."

Snapped the phone shut and looked again at Floyd. "That is more than a nose bleed. You were rushed here by ambulance. This doesn't happen to people with nose bleeds and they told me on the phone that you were bleeding from your ears too. What happened? Did someone attack you?"

Floyd pushed his way by Aaron and looked at his hands. "I was shot. I have a bullet in my head still." Tapping the grubby dressing. "And you are surprised I had a nasty nose bleed? Where the hell is your tech? Why hasn't she found him yet?" He turned to look at Hotch. "They won't tell me anything. Either he's not here or he is dead. I need to know."

Hotch was about to say something when his phone buzzed. "Garcia – I see – ok keep looking."

He looked over at Floyd. "He's not registered at any local hospital."

"Fine." Floyd put his back to the wall and slid to the floor. He wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his head on his knees. "Stay with me Agent Aaron Hotchner. I am going to try something."

Carefully he slid his mind open a crack. All he could hear was a noise like the wailing of banshees. He snapped it shut again and glanced up at Hotch. "I might shout out or scream or piss myself. Just let it happen." Hotch crouched down next to Floyd and watched.

Again he opened up a crack this time trying to ignore the noises and concentrate on something visual.

A couple of deep breaths and his head shot up and snapped back cracking on the wall. Hotch's immediate reaction was to stop him, but if he could find Spence, however odd and creepy this might be, if this was how Floyd collated his thoughts and profiled the situation then he would let him. This man would have made a hell of a profiler if he wasn't insane – and a murderer – oh and a cannibal.

Flanders saw a room. A dark hospital room. He could see someone wired up on the bed and he could see lights flashing and blinking. It was too dark to see exactly who it was but he was guessing that because he had been brought here and as his link was with Reid this was who he was looking at. Another deep breath and his head snapped back again hitting the wall and at the same time blood started flowing from his nose so as his head flew back he sent a spray of fresh ooze across the room. Hotch managed to miss most of it getting only a few speck on his suit sleeve.

Floyd could see someone else now. A nurse. Sharp intake of breath. "No." He put his hands up to his ears and scrunched his eyes up. "NO!"

Aaron was alarmed now. As Floyd's head smacked the wall again he saw a smear of blood. Floyd bared his teeth and let out an ear piercing wail. He watched the nurse touching Spencer. "I will kill her. I will kill the bitch. The son of a bitch whore!" He tore his mind away from what she was doing to Spencer and let his mind leave the room. He needed to know where this hospital was. Aaron saw the expression change from blind fury to a look of puzzlement. He snapped his eyes open and looked up at Hotch.

"That bitch Nurse Olivia has him. It's not a hospital. It's a ware house. Only his room is made up to look right. He is in what looks like ICU."

Aaron nodded and flipped open his phone again. "Garcia. A list please. All the medical equipment sold to independents – well it's a room set up to look like ICU so anything and everything."

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Olivia had the creepy feeling she was being watched but everyone had gone home for the night. "Just the two of us my dear." She didn't her routine first – fluids in and fluids out. Charted and recorded. She was holding an envelope in her hand. "So Sweetpea, I expect you are wondering what is going on here aren't you?" She looked into his huge hazel eyes. "Well your boyfriend he did something bad. Let me show you." She pulled from the envelope some photographs and held one of them up for Reid to see. "You might not be able to tell but that is my leg. Your boyfriend tried to eat me. He bit lumps out of me and swallowed. He sucked my blood from bites he took from me." She flashed another picture. "And I just know he will come looking for you love and when he does I will be ready. I am at the point now where I don't care who it is I take. You, maybe you, or that cannibal friend of yours or that sweetheart Hotchner. I don't care. But you darling are crippled for life. There is no escaping that one. So even if I don't get him, he will have the image of you and your broken sliced useless body in his mind forever and that will suit me fine."

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"There is only one that fits all the pockets sir. A place which was set up a month ago for a disabled guy. I'll send you over the list and address."

"Thank you Garcia."

"It's strange though sir. It's not a house. I checked the address, an old warehouse."

Floyd was running out of the door trailing blood behind him. Aaron followed.