Iolanda

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Mahoney stood and looked at what used to be Spencer Reid and frowned. This time he was going to be ok, but there was something badly wrong and he was going to make some calls.

He called a man he had talked to a lot in the past, and got some phone numbers off him, and made more calls. He pulled the bit of paper from his pocket and called a number.

Hotch and Morgan listened in and felt a small bit of relief from what was being said. Mahoney was calling in favours. Mahoney was doing something Flanders never would have. Mahoney was asking for help.

They watched Reid laying on his bed twitching and moaning and muttering random sentences at no one.

"Hotch we can't do this to him. We need to get him out of there." Morgan was on his feet again

"We need Flanders."

"And if he doesn't turn up and Reid kills himself?" Walking to the door.

"He won't. That wasn't what that was about. That was about control. In a way that was a good sign. He is still thinking." Hotch didn't take his eyes off the monitors.

"I'm not going to let this carry on Hotch, this isn't right." Opening the door.

"Derek, do you think I am enjoying this? Let's see what happens when this doctor arrives. He might have him sectioned anyway."

"How can you stay so calm?!"

"Because if I let this front drop and if I let you see how I am feeling, Derek, then he has won. Flanders has won, and I won't let that happen. He is eating human flesh. He has been feeding it to Reid, and he has to be stopped. If he sees I am not in perfect control he will take advantage. This is why you will sit down and let this scenario take place. We will wait."

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Mahoney opened the back door to a man in a long coat and carrying a doctor's bag. He took him straight upstairs to Reid. He was a middle aged man with thick black hair tied back.

He sat on the bed next to Spencer.

"Hello, I am Dr Iolanda. I have been asked to come and have a chat with you Spencer." He had a soft voice with a slight touch of accent to it.

"I'm fine." Reid rolled over and sat up. The towels still wrapped around his arms and hands.

"Can you show me your hands Spencer?" Slowly he pulled the towels away to show Iolanda the damage. In the scheme of things the damage was minor. It could have been far worse. Deep cuts but nothing deadly. "I am going to clean that up for you and I want you to tell me what made you want to do this to yourself today." He opened his bag and pulled out packs of stuff for cleaning minor wounds.

"I don't really feel like talking about it." Letting the doctor clean the cuts.

"I am sure you don't, but it is that or I take you back with me and you won't be wanting to do that either." Placing dressings over the fresh cuts and then pushing up his sleeves to look at his arms. "You do this regularly?"

"No – well yes – only when I need to." Watching what he doctor was doing.

"And why did you feel the need to do this today?" Looking up at Spencer with deep dark eyes. Familiar eyes.

"He wouldn't serve me. I couldn't do what I needed. I needed to take back control." Pulling his arms away and becoming lost in the doctor's eyes.

"I see. And mutilating yourself gave you control? Explain." Staring back deep down.

"I I I can't. It j j just is." Unable to unlock his eyes from the doctors.

"You are going to make your partner very cross. You do have a partner don't you?" He was writing something down on a pad. "Mr Mahoney show me what he has been given. His medications please Mr Mahoney." Still not taking his eyes off Spencer and now a hand brushing hair off his face. "It is vitally important that you pull yourself back Spencer. I know this is going to be difficult………………………….no Mr Mahoney…..I asked for the medications Spencer is taking." Mahoney shrugged.

"As far as I know that is it."

The doctor rummaged through the box of things and looked at the dosage instructions.

"No wonder he is so ill. How long has be been taking this for?"

"No clue. Only arrived today." Mahoney was looking from Reid to the doctor and back to Reid who was not taking his eyes off Iolanda.

Iolanda wrote some instructions out. "He will be taking this. Those needles; get rid of them. He can't take both, and the Geodon is what he needs to be taking. I will leave you with a script. It will take a few days for his body to get rid of the toxins but after that I am sure he will settle again. Keep an eye on him. I will be back tomorrow to see how he is."

Reid was still staring at the doctor.

"Do I know you?"

The doctor turned to look at Reid. "No no you don't know me." He smiled and left the room.

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Morgan was looking confused. "What the hell was that all about?"

"I'm not sure, but I think we need a word with our Dr Iolanda." Both men grabbed jackets and left the room.

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They caught up with him as he was pulling his cell phone from his pocket.

"Who are you calling Iolanda?" Hotch asked as he stepped out in front of him. The doctor quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

"Who's asking?" Deep dark eyes looking between Morgan and Hotch.

"FBI" Hotch showed him is badge.

Iolanda let out a big sigh. "Can my day get any better?"

"You tell us." Morgan was pulling the cell phone from the doctor's pocket. He didn't resist. "Who were you calling?" Flicking through the names on the doctor's list.

"No one. I was checking for missed calls. May I have my phone back please?" Hand out.

Morgan carried on flicking through the numbers. He reached the end and looked at the name for a while, then handed the phone to Hotch.

"Who is Cousin F?" Morgan enquired.

"Who the devil do you think? My cousin." Looking irritated

"And the F?" asked Hotch.

"Franco. Cousin Franco. Why? Why is my cousin of sudden importance to you?"

"I think you need to come with us for a chat about your cousin Dr Iolanda."

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He watched them peruse Iolanda.

He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and made a call.

"I need to talk to him."

Pause.

"Hello?"

"Spence."

"Where are you?"

"Cant talk really just needed to hear your voice."

"I will come to you. Where are you?"

"No."

"Why not? I need to be with you."

"Mahoney will look after you."

"I don't want him. It's you I need."

"Stand at the window Spence. I want to see you."

Reid dropped Mahoney's phone to the floor and legged it out of the room, down the stairs across the hallway out of the back door and down the passage before Mahoney could register what was going on.

Spencer stood on the cobbles in the dark night and looked around him. He was here. He could sense him. He could smell him. It was intoxicating. It was making his head swim and his body tingle. His breathing was becoming harder and rougher as he looked into the dark shadows. "Where are you?" He walked slowly into the darkness on the other side of the street.

Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him deeper into the thick darkness and down a small side ally. Something was wrong. For a second he thought that it was Floyd, but this was a much bigger person. Taller and thicker set. A hand was planted of Reid's mouth and nose then he was physically picked up and carried down the ally.

Somewhere he could hear his name being called and quick footsteps. But not quick enough, and not in the right direction.

Spencer kicked and clawed with his hands to get the hand off his face. There was no air getting to his lungs and the weird light-headedness was frighteningly familiar. He thrashed and kicked until he was dragged in through a doorway at the back of an old house and thrown to the floor. It was the three suits again.

"What? What do you want?" Scrabbling to get up off the floor.

"We want your boyfriend you little junky freak."

"What?!"

"We know he is in contact with you. We know he is here somewhere. We are going to show him what happens when he leaves you un-accompanied shall we say."

"I don't know where he is." Trying to back away as they put metal dusters on their hands.

"Don't doubt you for one minute freak but he knows where you are and when he sees what we've done to you he will not be able to keep away."

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