Hotch..
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. Flanders is.
"How I comfort Reid?" Aaron looked at the wavy floppy hair and the slightly open mouth and wondered just what it was this creature was after. "You called me here to ask what sort of boss I am?"
"No. You know I didn't. I called you to me to ask for the details. Tell me about it Aaron. How do you comfort your youngest when he is in need?"
Hotch sat on the arm of the couch and stared at the monster in front of him. "I think I know what lines you are going along here Flanders and I am afraid that your sick mind is very much mistaken. Reid is one of my agents. I am married and you know that, so why did you call me here and why is Reid drugged if he wanted to be here. Where are the owners of this place?"
"Tell me about Mahoney. Tell me what happened."
Hotch's hand twitched near to his gun. Enough for Flanders to see he was armed. Not enough to threaten him.
"Tell – me – what – Mahoney – did!" shouting at Hotch.
"I have no idea what you are talking about Flanders." And Aarons eyes flicked to the open shirt buttons and the shoes jumbled on the floor. "What did you do to Reid?"
"Me? What did I do?! Why do you people always throw this back at me? He is safe. He is fed. I looked after him and you say what did I do?"
"Flanders I realise you are upset, but shouting at me is not going to solve the problem we seem to be facing here. His shirt buttons did not undo themselves. Where is his tie? I ask you again what have you done to him, because you will not even begin to comprehend the pain you will feel if you have damaged Reid in anyway or form."
"God you go on don't you? Why would I be upset? I have everything I want. I have Spence. I have you. I need nothing else. I know you won't use your guns against me because you know that will upset Spencer." Floyd moved to the small fire and placed herbs on the logs then turned to watch Hotch. He hadn't pulled his gun. He knew he wouldn't. He needed to know what the thing was they had between them. There was something or he wouldn't have been able to call Hotch to him so easily.
These people were forgetting something very important and he wasn't about to remind them. He – Floyd Flanders was part Reid and although Spence had mostly rejected the experiment there was still part of him in Reid. They had a joining. It couldn't be broken. No matter how much Hotch will try and talk Reid around. They couldn't be separated now. Bonded for life. Bonded for death.
"Just you" pointing at Hotch with his cheroot. "You have done something. There is something behind your eyes. I want to know what it is. I need to know why I lured you so easily. Mahoney too, what the hell happened with Mahoney?"
Confusion on Hotch's face. He was beginning to feel a bit dizzy and light headed. "Mahoney assisted Reid through a nightmare. That is all." More confusion. He needed to sit somewhere else before he fell off the arm of the couch. "What have you done?" and he slid down to sit next to Spencer.
Flanders knew what 'comfort' and 'assisting' meant….he did it enough himself. He wanted someone to comfort him though. He looked over to Hotch who was slowly sliding into a comfortable position on the couch. He had himself comforted Reid after a nightmare. Mahoney will pay. He just needed to work out to get to him. He looked back to the woozy Aaron.
"Let me take your jacket and tie." A smile
"Nurah." And his eyes closed.
Flanders stood and looked at his two guests. Both very different. One would stay, he no doubts on that score now. He would just have to keep him sedated when his brain started to resist. That wasn't a problem. He could do that easily. But now he had Hotch here too. How would Spence react to seeing that, and how long before they were found? They couldn't stay here. Someone will miss the family. He quickly took Aarons two weapons and put them in a drawer.
Floyd pulled a bunch of leaves out of his pocket and with a sigh bent down over Reid and rubbed them, allowing the scent to be breathed in gently as he slept.
"Wake up sleepy head." Floyd said with a whisper in Spencer's ear. Slowly his eyes began to flutter and he took in a couple of sharp breaths. "It's OK Spence. You fell asleep." And he brushed his hair out of his eyes for him.
Reid licked his lips and began to pull himself up to sit. Hotch. Hotch?
"HOTCH!" He jumped up from the couch nearly falling over on his still drugged legs. "What the hell have you done now?! Flanders!"
"You pleased to see him?"
"Floyd – NO! Get him out of here. What have you done to him? NO!" And Spencer started to walk in panicky circles."
"Thought you might be missing him."
"Yes - What? No! What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind? They will hunt us down. Has he got a tracking devise on him?"
"Calm down."
"No I won't! Why do you have to make everything so complicated?" Angry face.
"And why do you have to moan and complain about everything. I have killed for you. At least show some gratitude."
Reid slapped Flanders hard across the face. "I never asked you to do that." He hissed at him
"You asked me with your eyes. With your body. The way you pressed against me on the train. The way your arm would brush mine. You begged me for it!"
"What are you talking about?" Reid just looked totally confused now.
"You!" and he grabbed Reid hard under the chin "You and your strange manners. Luring me in and I have a memory of telling you not to talk to me like that." And he squeezed harder, his thumb pressing into Reid's neck.
"You're hurting me!" Big frightened eyes.
"And you hurt me Spencer. These men." And he spat at Hotch. "I thought they would be fun. I thought you would enjoy them. Stop struggling! Dirty little freak."
Reid tried to pull away as he felt Flanders other hand coming up to wrap itself around his neck. "NO! Floyd stop." Unarmed combat failing miserably as he started to hyperventilate and his legs turning to jelly under him.
He let go of Spencer with a push backwards which sent him out onto the kitchen floor and sliding until his head hit the cabinet on the wall.
"What's got into you Floyd? What did I do wrong?" Were they tears he could feel burning behind his eyes? He rubbed at them angrily. "I am sorry OK? But I don't know what Hotch has to do with you and I?" Slowly trying to get up and feel his neck already bruised from a few days back.
"You were abused." Floyd stated.
"What? No." shaking his head.
"Yes – yes you were."
"Are you still talking about Hotch here? If you are Floyd you have really misunderstood something."
"You let him?"
"Stop it – just stop." Looking concerned. Reid moved forward and put a hand on Floyds shoulder. "I am not a victim. You really shouldn't have brought Hotch here. We will have to leave. Now. We have to leave now."
Flanders was looking manic. He was looking set to explode. He was looking like he was going to kill someone. Soon. Very soon. Reid had seen that look pass over Flanders eyes many times. Usually when he was looking at him. He grabbed his arm "NOW – we go now" He didn't want this rage taken out on Aaron.
Aaron.
"I am so sorry Hotch."
"You are such a selfish little bastard Spencer. Let me get rid of Hotchner."
"No." Talking softly, trying to calm. "No, he is fine there. We must go."
"I can see into your soul Spencer. We are part of each other. I will let you off this time. I know Aaron means a lot to you, but don't lie to me. You know what I will do to you if you do."
"I know."
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