Psychopathy

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

They swarmed the station, but they were long gone. They looked at security footage and saw Reid with the woman. They saw Reid with Flanders and they saw them walking together. They saw Reid was not being forced by Flanders to do anything. They saw him go willingly with the man who was killing and skinning local prostitutes – or maybe skinning then killing.

They didn't see a psychopath and his victim. They saw a psychopath and his willing partner.

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He woke up shaking in a sweat and a panic.

"What's wrong Spence?"

"I need a drink."

"You shouldn't drink when you are on those Geodon crap stuff."

"It's not crap stuff. It helps."

"Then don't drink."

"I need one."

Raises and eyebrow.

"You drink too much."

"I have a headache."

"I can give you something for that."

"Erm – thanks for the offer but I don't want your drugs."

"I wasn't talking about drugs."

"Oh right will still a no then, I have a headache. Where is your flask?"

"Get your own damned flask."

Reid needed a drink, and he needed one now. He looked around the weird room they were in and hobbled to a small table with assorted bottles full of different coloured liquids.

"Which ones are drinkable?" He looked back over at Floyd who was laying watching.

"They all are. What are you needing?"

"Pain killer. Something numbing. Something. Don't look at me like that." He picked up one of the bottles and opened it.

Floyd was frowning. "Looking at you like what Spence."

"Like you just wiped me off the bottom of your shoe." He sniffed the contents of the bottle. "What is this?"

"Poppy extract. I wasn't looking at you like that Spence. I am just wondering why you need a drink. Don't drink that from the bottle babes – you need to add it to water." Floyd got up and walked over to where Spencer was standing.

"Don't call me Babes. It's really stupid and annoying." He put the bottle lid back on and turned to Floyd. "Which one then? I need one which won't kill me or paralyze me. Do you have such a thing?"

"Spence – what's wrong?" Floyd put a hand out to Reid's shoulder but he flinched back away from him.

"My name is Spencer – not Spence – not Babes – not those other things you call me. It's Spencer. Which bottle?"

Floyd picked up a small bottle with a clear liquid. "This one." He handed it to Spencer with a frown. "Mild pain killer."

"I need stronger – my feet are in agony. Someone got my ankle smashed then burnt me." He pushed the bottle back at Floyd.

"Fine have it your way. The black pack has powders. Inhale a pinch." He walked away.

"I need a liquid, not your cocaine substitute!" And his arm swept across the table sending the bottles flying and smashing against the wall and floor.

Floyd turned and looked at Spencer standing shaking with – anger – fear – withdrawal? "What hell did you do that for? Have you any idea how long that stuff takes to prepare?"

"Do I look like I care?" He spun on Floyd. "Give me something for his pain!" He was shouting now.

For just a small while Floyd was stunned into doing nothing but staring. Then he took a step forwards and grabbed Reid by his wrist. It didn't take much to over power someone who hadn't eaten for days and was shaking so much to could hardly stand. Spencer was on the floor on his back before he could blink.

"Don't you shout at me boy." A hiss in Reid's ear. "You have forgotten who I am – who – you – are. Filth. You need to remember." A hand in Reid's hair pulling him across the floor.

"Get your stinking hands of me! You are insane!"

"I am going to get you something for your pain boy." Pulling Reid to his feet. "Get up."

"I told you to get your hands off me."

"I don't take orders from you Spence. Turn around and face the wall. I think it's time I took your mind off the pain in your feet."

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The flyers were being handed out across the railway stations in London. They were displayed on the posters on the elevators down to the underground and on notice boards.

Armed and dangerous. Do not approach. Contact – and a number give. Picture of Reid and Flanders taken from when they were at Waterloo station from the security cameras.

Gideon was having a 'talk' with the detective again. He had been rescued from his room about half an hour after the boys left by room service.

"Reid isn't dangerous."

"That is your opinion Mr Gideon. He is willingly accompanying a serial killer."

"He is a victim. He needs to be removed from the situation."

"I know what I saw on the cameras. He took someone's mobile phone and then used it to contact a murderer. He didn't use it to call for help. He didn't ask Miss Williams for help. He then left with the man. He called him and they left together."

"I know what it looks like. He was a member of my team. He has been drugged and brainwashed. We need to remove him. He is a victim."

"Mr Gideon – from the information I have received from the FBI it appears you let this Flanders person get away a number of times. You permitted your 'man' Reid to go with him. You Mr Gideon and your team as such, are a large way to blame on this 'situation'."

"I realise that is what it looks like, but it isn't that simple. If you would permit me to assist you."

"No thank you Mr. Gideon, I think we have this well in hand."

"You are fully aware of how dangerous he is aren't you?"

"Mr. Gideon, we are aware. We do have armed men looking for them. They will not get away."

Gideon opened his mouth to defend Reid again.

"I am sorry he was your friend. I am sorry he has mental health issues. I really am sorry, but this does not change the situation. My best advice if for you to return to America and let us do our job."

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Reid slid to the floor in a sweaty heap.

"You bastard." He muttered.

"Do your feet still hurt Babes?"

"I hate you. Don't talk to me."

"You didn't hate me a few minutes ago."

"Leave me alone."

"Still need a drink?"

"And a smoke."

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A gentle tap on the door and Flanders went to see answer it with a sigh. His first boy was standing there with a bit of paper in his hand. "sorry to disturb you. I thought you should see this." And he handed the wanted poster to Flanders. He glanced down at it. "Thank you. I need you to get some boys in here to tidy up."

He went back into the room and look at Spencer pulling some clothes on over his too thin body. "You need to eat Spence."

"Stop nagging me. I really am not hungry." He passed the flyer to Reid. Who held it in shaking hands. "What – what – is this?"

"This is your fault."

"What?"

"You stupid drunk son of a bitch. They saw us at Waterloo."

"NO! You took us there. I wasn't drunk – you drugged me."

"But I was walking and talking like a sane person – not knocking myself out on the stairs because I was too drunk to walk. Not Thieving cell phones. Not walking around like a homeless junky." He stood watching Reid's hands shaking so much he could hardly hold the flyer. "When the hell did you last eat anyway?"

"I I wasn't. I don't know. I'm not – not hungry Floyd. I wasn't drunk."

The boys entered the room to clean up the mess Reid had made earlier. Floyd turned to them. "Boys before you do that – hold this scum down for me."

They dragged him to the floor and sat on his arms and legs and touched him and stroked him as he writhed and struggled.

"Floyd stop it: whatever it is you have planned."

Flanders had a long tube and a flask of something in one hand and weird metal contraption in the other. "Hold his head still. Spence, this will hurt."

The boys were grinning and one of them pushed Reid's chin up while a couple more forced his jaw open. Flanders put the metal thing in his mouth and cranked it open. It held Spencer's jaw open whilst compressing his tongue down. Reid would have screamed if just then the tube was forced down his throat. He tried to get his hands out and pull the thing from him. He had had a nightmare about this. But even then it hadn't hurt like this. He could feel the tube going down, as his gag reflex tried to get rid of the offending object.

"Spence, this is what happens to druggies and alcoholics who refuse to eat. Remember this next time." Floyd poured the cold gloop down the tube into Reid. Once all the stuff was down, Flanders removed the tube with a sucking splatting noise. "Keep hold of him." He ordered his boys, and then removed the thing from Reid's mouth. "Feeling better?" – no reply.

As Reid lay on the floor he could feel whatever had been forced down him starting its journey back up again as Flanders put tape over his mouth. "Don't want you to be sick Babes."

Floyd stood and watched Reid choking on his own vomit.

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