In Hell Nobody Can Hear You Scream

Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love: - Richard Bach

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. Floyd Flanders Franks is.

The stood around the microscopes and test tubes and bubbling vats of things and frowned. There were only four people left alive including he who seemed to be the boss of this disastrous operation into the minds and bodies of Dr Spencer Reid and Floyd Franks (middle name dropped for the sole purpose of annoying said Mr Franks and getting him to react.) Right now though thanks to the ever resourceful Dr Reid, Franks was incapacitated and restrained properly and he him self was suffering from hallucinations which would most likely completely kill off what was left of his fragile sanity. He really wasn't reacting well to what they had put in his water. Their only slight worry was that it was be fatal, but they were not overly concerned about Dr Reid. He was after all just an after thought. Something they could mess with Franks with and if he died, well they would have to do without him and just carry on watching his odd person who was so insistent on being called Flanders.

Again they looked in the microscope and frowned. They all took turns and they scratched heads and gave each other wondering looks and then returned to the microscope again. Someone made notes on paper, to ensure that Franks couldn't mess with anything and also entered data onto the computer.

He should have been dead.

Probably they should both be dead. Maybe Dr Reid had previously had a taste of what they gave him. This was interesting. Though they were very sure that the young ex-agent (drug abuse and a fragile mind got him kicked from the FBI) had never had a dose this high in one blast.

Now they sat and watched the monitors and smiled rather smugly to themselves. Franks failed rescue attempt. They still were unsure why he didn't run. They were trying to figure out what made him stay behind and try to protect something he had been abusing for so long.

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Finally Hotch and Morgan had something concrete to go on. They ambulance they thought most likely to have left with Reid aboard had been caught on speed cameras heading north. It had been flagged four times as speeding but with no emergency lights. At least they now had a general direction it had gone in, which was one hundred percent more than they had before.

"Thank you baby girl." Morgan said just before snapping his phone shut again. "We need a map."

Hotch got up from the couch where he had been getting a little too comfortable and put his empty glass on the table. Morgan gave him a quizzical look but said nothing. This was so unlike Hotch. There was more going on in his mind that he was willing to divulge right now. Derek would get to the bottom of this eventually. He was sure it had something to do with Flanders, maybe those messages. 'Derek there were no messages. Get a grip. It was some kind of group hallucination brought on by – something else you can't explain. It was not a message from Flanders.'

Aaron pulled out a map from the book shelves and unfolding it placed it on the table. Together they marked where the hospital was and then the freeway were the ambulance had been spotted by the cameras.

"Probably some old deserted building." Hotch said running his finger north and looking out for industrial estates and the such.

"Why deserted? It could be anywhere. We have no idea where they are or even for that matter if they are together."

Aaron looked up at Derek. "He said underground. Old building."

"Hotch man, listen to yourself! You are trusting the word of a dream, or whatever it was?" Morgan began pacing. "I am going to take a shower if that is OK. I don't want to appear to be out of line here Hotch, but some strong coffee might be what you need." Derek waited for a nod and walked out of the room. He knew where the bathroom was so he was able to just leave Aaron kneeling at the coffee table looking at the map. 'Reid would have been useful right now. He's the one who's good with maps.'

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They hastily installed cameras in Spencers cell so that they could accuratley record what was happening to the young Doctor and watched Spencer lay staring into space. They had thus far recorded six seizures. They had amongst their reams of information that Reid had suffered from seizures in the past. This could be another reason that Strauss had insisted on him leaving. He was twitching slightly and breathing in small short shallow breaths. Occasionally he would move or roll over onto his back or side making small whimpering moaning sounds. It seemed to the people watching on the monitors that Dr Reid had been very easy to damage and now their interest was in how he would recover from this. If he did.

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He tried to open his eyes, but this was death. He was sure of it now. This was it for eternity. This was his punishment for being a failure. For sending his mum away, for all the trouble he had caused over such a short period of time. This was his punishment for nearly taking Floyd's head off with that gun. An eternity here in a blood smeared room with no food or water or stimulation of any kind. He still couldn't breathe. His lungs he thought just didn't need to work anymore. There was no need when you are in some kind of hell. Not that he had any belief in that sort of thing, but how else do you explain being dead and yet still being able to think and move.

Spencer rolled over again. Maybe if he thought hard enough this will change. He would be taken somewhere else. Somewhere where the memory of what he had done wasn't there staring at him in the face.

Maybe if he apologised enough, maybe if he begged forgiveness. With no breath he was unable to make words form. He was stuck.

Reid could see his fingers twitching and so for a while lay and concentrated on them and thought over and over.

Floyd I am sorry.

Floyd I am sorry.

Aaron please find him.

Aaron I am so sorry.

Maybe, just maybe whilst dreaming someone would hear him and he will be forgiven.

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Floyd lay motionless. He was awake but there was no point or need in trying to move again. He had to heal. He had to heal this mess quickly and so far he wasn't being very successful. He was straightjacketed again, and now his feet were bound with flexicuffs. Blood had soaked into the front of the jacket making it uncomfortable and now that the warmth had gone it was cold.

'Back where you started you fool. You should have left Spence and got out. They have no reason to kill him. He would have been alright.' He tried to move his toes. He wanted to curl and uncurl them. It was a strange form of comfort for him, but right now he couldn't move so he lay still. He had the horrible thought that his neck was broken. If this was the case then healing was going to take a long long time and rescue would take longer and so for now he just lay in the mess his body secreted and tried to think of a way to tell Agent Aaron Hotchner where he was, or maybe that Morgan. Maybe it was he who needed the blast of information. It could be him who was preventing the grand rescue. The cavalry racing over the hilltop in their black SUV's and shades.

'You know full well why you didn't run Floyd. Why do you try to pretend there is nothing there? Why do you constantly forgive that bit of filth you hang out with? Could it be something to do with that uncomfortable twist in your stomach when you think of him in danger? Could it have something to do with your needs overriding your common sense? Primal instinct is your answer there.'

Again he tried to move but all he could manage was a slightly resigned smirk, so he rebooted their system and sent out a message.

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Agent Derek Morgan was standing under the hot water enjoying the feel of the powerful spray over his body. Again he got that strange buzzing in his head. He shook his head trying to get rid of it and noticed a spray of blood hitting the shower door. His nose was bleeding again and the buzzing got more insistent. When the words finally formed in Derek's stubborn mind they screamed at him.

Morgan!

Listen to Aaron.

Spencer needs you.

Help him.

Help them both.

The blast of words knocked Derek to his knees and he hit his head with a smack on the wall. "What the hell?!" Slowly he stood up and rubbed his head where he had just hurt it. He stood for a while thinking. The thoughts racing through his mind were not ones he would normally be thinking. It had only in his life happened once before and that was with….

He leapt from the shower and started to dry himself. His clothes he pulled over damp skin and after turning off the water he raced down the stairs to where Aaron was sitting looking at the drips of blood coming from his nose and hitting the map.

"Hotch. OK. Lets look at the map and think like Reid." As soon as he said those words a grin spread over his face. Now there's a frightening thought if there ever was one!

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As the next seizure took hold the men watching the monitors looked at each other.

"Maybe something to stop that happening? Go give him something Culver." The man in the lab coat over the top of his suit got up and went to a cabinet. He selected a syringe and needle and a small phial. Sucking into the syringe and calculated amount he left the room.

They watched on as he entered the room with Reid. The seizure had subsided now and he was just laying on his side with his hands and feet twitching. His toes curling and uncurling. They watched Culver turn him onto his back and with a look of immense spite and pleasure on his face adjusted Reid's hospital style pyjamas and injected the liquid into Reid's groin. He stood and smiled as the pathetic creature pulled his legs up close to his body and let out a pitiful cry.

The Criminologist: - Emotion: Agitation or disturbance of mind; vehement or excited mental state: It is also a powerful and irrational master.