We Had A Quarrel

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

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine: Floyd is so don't get distracted by the fakes.

The helicopter blades made a loud whump whump sound and the wind howled at impossible decibels. It was not possible to be heard, words ripped from mouths and throw into the winds.

Flanders shouted. He could hear the sounds from the copters, and the screams from the wind.

The rescue team stood and looked. They had a quick poke around what was left of the wreckage. Not much. Some of the wreck had plummeted into deep crevices and would probably be there forever. There were burning lumps of what might have been human flesh, which they made a collection of and nothing else. Nothing had survived this. Nothing could have, and if they had they were surely dead now. The wind was picking up again so with the black box hauled from its housing they decided to leave. It was just a relief that it had been a small jet and not a huge passenger plane, at least only four families would have to be told that there is nothing left of their loved ones to identify.

They walked briskly back to the choppers, glancing back once at the scene.

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Floyd screamed until he had no voice left. He stood and begged them to turn back and find them but his head hurt too much and he was too cold and he was still mentally exhausted from everything else. He could hear the whumping of the choppers pick up again, and he heard them leave. He turned and looked at Spencer laying dying in the snow and up at the sky.

"You stupid sons of bitches you just killed a federal agent!" he shouted at the sky.

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Hotch was sitting with the team again eating nibbles when the call finally came through.

"Hotchner." A long pause. "Yes I understand and thank you – No that is good of you but we can do that. Yes thank you I will pass on the message. I would appreciate an accident report, I need to know how this happened. Yes I know, and thank you." He flipped the phone shut and stared at Morgan.

"What?" He was beginning to rise from his chair.

"Sit down Derek. Search and rescue have just reported in." How could he tell them that Spencer was dead? How can he make this easy? "There were no survivors."

JJ stood up. "That's wrong, of course there was, we can't loose Spence like that! Tell them to go back! Hotch it can't be like that!" She ran from the room with Prentiss hot on her heals.

"Derek I would like you to tell Garcia, she is going to hear about this pretty soon. I think you should be the one to tell her, I know she and Reid were close."

"Hotch, are they sure? One hundred percent sure. Did they search properly?"

"They searched as far as they could. There was nothing left Derek. Nothing even for dental records." A big sigh "Some remains were found and are going to the lab. Derek, I'm sorry." Hotch got up on shaking legs and put a hand on Morgan's shoulder. "Would you rather I told Garcia?"

"No no I will call her now."

"Thank you – I will make sure the other families are informed."

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Flanders looked down at Spencer. He quickly took off his coat and manoeuvred Spencer into it. "Spence wake up a bit – we have to move." All he got was murmurings and muttering. "Shit. This isn't going to plan."

He lifted Spencer out of the snow and started walking to the side of the pit they had fallen into. There had to be a way of getting out. He rubbed Spencer's fingers and blew warm air onto them. He dropped Spencer back down into the snow and pulled off the sweater he was wearing and pulled it over Reid's head and stuffed his hands up inside. He then looked down at his feet. "Bugger this. Spence – when we get out of this you owe me big time." He bent down and removed his shoes and socks, then pulled off Reid's shoes and put a second pair of socks on him. "Lucky for you I don't feel the cold." Then he replaced shoes.

Reid mumbled something but Flanders didn't hear what it was. "Right listen to me. Spence try to listen. I am going to climb my sorry arse out of this pit and go get something to help me get you out. Don't you go anywhere."

He looked up at the lip of the pit and frowned. Slowly he climbed. One hand over the other, one foot then the next. He could do this, actually he could probably do this with Spencer on his back. He jumped back down and shook Reid. "Wake up! I am getting pissed off with you Spence. Wake up so I can rescue you damnit."

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Hotch was sitting in the bar when Morgan found him.

"Need someone to talk to Hotch? Cos I sure do."

Aaron looked over at Derek. He had been crying. They both had.

"How's Garcia?"

"A wreck. Look Hotch I know they did a search and all but you know, this feels crazy wrong. It cant have happened. Reid couldn't have died like that."

Hotch took a drink from his tumbler. "I sent him home. I sent Flanders to keep an eye on him. I accused him of drinking on the job and refused to listen to his side of the story. I sent him away when I should have been listening and helping."

"This is not your fault Hotch."

"Then why do I feel it is? I know, Morgan, I know he wouldn't drink on the job like that. I know he doesn't drink heavily. I know he has nightmares and I know he hasn't been sleeping. Why was I not listening to him?"

"If you listened or not, the crash was not your fault. They will find out what happened."

"Derek right now I don't care what happened, I just care that someone I – someone I cared for is dead. That Reid is dead."

"We all cared for him Hotch. This is going to hit JJ, I should go and find her."

Hotch's face twitched slightly. "Yes go and comfort JJ good idea."

Morgan turned back to Hotch, "What's going on here man? Something you not telling me?"

"Morgan, this doesn't feel right. I am going to ask for them to research the area. I don't believe they would have been careless enough to stay close to the wreck. They are out there somewhere; I don't feel they are dead."

Hotch jumped up. "I am going to tell them to go and look again. If they saw rescue choppers they would go back and look for them. We need another search."

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He carried Reid on his back up the slope on the side of the pit they had both fallen into. The wind had picked up again and the snow was blinding.

Reid could feel the movement but everything seemed so confusing. Floyd kept shouting at him but his mind wouldn't let him work out what he was meant to be doing. He felt himself hit the snow with a thump then hands around his ankles and being dragged. But somehow it was beginning to clear. It felt like he was slowly defrosting.

The wreck was still smouldering. Floyd found something warm to sit near to and let go or Spencer's ankles. He sat down next to him and pulled him onto his lap. Floyd rubbed the skin of Reid's face to try to warm him up a bit. "You are too skinny Spence. He bent forwards over him and kissed Reid's cold lips.

"Mind if I warm you up a bit?"

"No – I don't mind." And Spencer lifted his arms and slid his fingers into Floyd's hair.

Floyd raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected him to be so willing; so easily. This was good. Yes this was very good!

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