Love Is Blynde

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Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

The officer standing beside the vehicles nodded over to Morgan who was running in his direction.

"Where's the car I came in?" he asked.

The cop looked puzzled for a second then said "Oh your partner speed of in it like the demons from hell were after him about ten minutes ago."

Morgan kicked at some invisible thing on the ground and cursed under his breath. "Damn you Reid. What are you playing at?"

He opened his cell and speed dialled Reid. Straight to answer-phone. Something was wrong. He knew, something was very wrong and it was getting worse as the days and nights passed. He re-dialled Hotch this time.

"Reid has taken one of the SUV's and has his cell off. I have an idea where he might be off to."

"I'll come with you." Hotch handed Jack back to Haley. "I need to go and find someone."

She took their son back from him and her eyes drifted down to the floor. "You are chasing after him aren't you? After all this, you are still going to chase Reid"

He put a hand out to his wife. "He is one of my agents Haley, that is all."

She slapped his hand away. "Go then, go find your precious Spencer!"

"Haley, it's not like that."

But she had turned her back to him and was talking to Jack. He walked quickly to where Morgan was standing with Prentiss. JJ was dealing with the press.

"You think you know where he is?" Hotch asked Morgan.

He nodded, and Prentiss sighed and looked at the ground. "To find Flanders."

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He let the pictures drop to the ground and slowly walked up to the front door. Last time he had been here Floyd had been found battered and tied up, what was he going to find this time. Again the front door was open. Again everything felt very wrong. He pulled his gun and slowly entered the main entrance hall of Flanders house. There were stairs sweeping up to his right and high walls covered in art. There was a door to his right and an open arch way directly ahead. The place was in total darkness. Reid pulled out a torch and shone it again over the walls of the house. The light glittered on broken glass at the foot of the stairs. That hadn't been here before. He walked slowly towards it.

"Floyd?" His voice echoed back to him, but drawn to the stairs he started to make his way up them. Paintings were ripped off the walls and smashed to the ground. Reid looked confused over this destruction. These were expensive artworks, why would someone do this to them? Slowly stepping over the broken picture frames he walked up the stairs.

The top of the stairs opened to a dark corridor and a door to his right again, this one was open and torn off its hinges. He shone his torch over the door and pointed his gun towards it.

"Floyd? It's Spence, are you there?" Again nothing.

Slowly and with the tight feeling of panic gripping his stomach he walked through the door. The room was enormous. Probably two rooms converted to one, Reid thought. His torch light flickered around the room with his shaking hands. It looked like a tornado had happened in here. Again things ripped off the walls and bits everywhere.

"Floyd!" a loud whisper the torch light shaking and flying over the walls to the broken window. He stood and looked at the mess then walked over to the smashed window. He looked out and saw a swimming pool. It was lit from under the water and floating on the top two people. One fully dressed the other in a black bikini.

"No." he let out in a breath. Then his eyes caught the thing laying on the patio under window in the glass. "Oh god no." He turned and ran back the way he came.

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They pulled up next to the SUV Reid had arrived in. At least they knew they were in the right place. They entered the building as Reid was hurtling down the stairs. He stopped and looked at them with wide wet eyes. He opened his mouth to say something then ran towards the back of the house. Hotch was clutching the photos, Emily and Morgan followed Reid's mad run down the dark passage ways. Reid suddenly stopped and turned to them.

"We need to get out back. Now!" He was standing in a panic. The wetness of his eyes was now trickling down his face. "We need to help him Derek." And Reid put his back to the wall and slid down until he was sitting sobbing into his knees. Hotch walked around the corner as Morgan and Prentiss continued their search for a way to get out of the back of the house.

"Reid?" Hotch crouched down next to the young agent. "What's going on? These pictures." Reid looked up at Hotch.

"Lila." He took the pictures from Hotch. "I fell in the pool."

Hotch nodded. "I remember."

Reid chewed on his bottom lip. "The photographer. His pictures were destroyed. Where did these come from?" A pause. "This makes no sense Hotch. Why is someone doing this to me? To my friends." A shuddering sob travelled through him and his fingers let go of the pictures. "Out in Flanders pool. I am sorry. I am so sorry. This is all my fault, I just don't know how to make it stop."

Emily came running back from where the kitchen is. "I have called the EMT's and crime scene unit. Two victims in the pool. Flanders is awake and lucid. He is very lucky his head didn't hit the patio but ended up in the flowerbed. Reid, he will be OK. Go see him."

"I I can't. I can't." But slowly he stood up and walked back to the kitchen with Emily.

Morgan was bent down over Flanders and they were talking quietly. Reid heard him say. "He's here now. Just don't move until they have checked you out."

Reid knelt on the broken glass and smiled down at Flanders. There was a small trickle of blood coming from his nose and a small tear leaking from the corner of his eye. Morgan stood up and squeezed Reid's shoulder. Then left them to comfort each other whilst he checked out the pool.

The two victims were both in their twenties and both looked like they had died of multiple gun shot wounds. Morgan knew Reid wasn't going to like this but the primary suspect was going to be Flanders. He stood and scratched his head then walked back to where Hotch and Prentiss were standing.

"The photos are not of this scene. The pool is different and obviously that isn't Reid and Lila. This makes no sense at all. How is this person managing to get to so many places so quickly and not be seen." Hotch turned to look at Flanders. "Unless the unsub was seen this time." Hotch moved over to Reid and put a hand on his arm. "I need to talk to you. Inside now."

Reid looked up at the hard face of his boss. "Hotch." Big pleading eyes.

"Now Reid."

Spencer nodded and ran a careful hand over Floyd's. "The EMT's will be here soon."

"Reid!" Hotch was pissed at him. With a sigh he got up and walked into Flanders' kitchen.

"I understand that this is stressful Spencer, but you are a Federal Agent, and I need you to start acting like one. I have left my wife and son to come running after you."

"Aaron- I had to know he was alright."

He held out a bit of paper to Reid. "Haley was sent this. Does it mean anything to you?"

Reid took it and glanced at it. "Chaucer - Parlement of Fowles. This is the same source that Garner used." He looked at the handwriting. "This isn't written by the same person. This person is left handed. The first messages we received were all written by someone right handed. This is different. The way the letters slant, this is cursive the other notes were printed carefully."

He stood and looked at the paramedics roll Floyd onto a board again and he sighed deeply. "Hotch."

"No Spencer. You are staying with Morgan. We all need to sleep. I need to get back to Haley." He looked over at the medics and walked over quickly. "I need him checked for GSR. Don't clean him up."

The medic turned and looked at the hard faced Agent. "I am sorry sir but this man has fallen a long distance from a window. If I need to clean him up to get to his wounds then I will."

Aaron grabbed the medic by her arm and pulled her away from Floyd. "He is a suspect in a double murder. You will do as I request. Actually you will leave him until the CSU have arrived and checked him out for me."

"Sir!" The medic tried to pull away.

"He is not going to die, and I need to either prove it is him, or prove it isn't, you will not be helping by getting in the way and so I am asking you to step away from him until we have checked his hands and clothes for GSR."

"Sir really – He needs to go to hospital now."

Reid walked slowly back over to Floyd and bent down to hold his hand. "What happened? Did you see what happened in the pool?"

"Spence. I was drugged. I took something to help me – help me sleep. I was hallucinating. I don't know what I saw now."

"I'm sorry about all this. I am so sorry."

"It's not your fault Spence."

Hotch stood and watch the exchange between Reid and Flanders, and wanted to stop it. He wanted to go and comfort Reid, but Morgan was going to have that pleasure tonight. Really he needed to go back and see if Haley was alright. To save his marriage and keep his son close. He had to let go of Reid, but this was going to be hard, and he knew he would have to slowly wean himself off him.

And looking from the upstairs spare bedroom a pair of dark red eyes looked down at the scene and a mouth with too many sharp teeth smiled.

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