Dug

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He kept her for a while in the back of a car he had 'borrowed'. He kept her drugged and sleepy and he kept her gagged and tied up. Although this was eventually going to end he may as well drag it out for a little while. But only a little while. He had a lot of work to do, and what he had done so far had not really taken the edge of the grief he was feeling.

The car was parked in the woods. It didn't matter if he couldn't get the car out again. That wasn't really important. What was important was the depth of the hole he was going to stick the lovely Haley Hotchner in. It didn't matter if she was found. Actually it would be rather delicious if she was. So much pain for Agent Aaron Hotchner to feel imagining her last moments – unable to comfort her as he was unable to comfort his Spence. The anger boiled inside him again. The pain tore through any remains of logical thinking as he dug the grave he was going to put Haley in.

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Reid made a call to Garcia. "Come over as soon as you can." He was whispering. "I need you to remove this thing from my ankle"

"What are you whispering for?" Whispering her reply to him. "I cant remove it Sweetcheeks. I will get in bad trouble for that."

He chewed on his bottom lip "They are listening to me. Can't talk on here. Just get over here and remove it."

Garcia pulled a worried face at the phone. "I can't take it off. I will come over, but I can't remove it love."

"Fine." Still whispering. "Bring me something to cut it off with then."

"I can't!"

"You can, or I will tell them what you told me." Hissing at Pen.

"I don't take kindly to your threats. I can't remove it. I will come over and chat – I won't remove it."

"Pen – bring tin foil with you please; a couple of rolls and some masking tape." Whispering – whispering – be careful Spencer.

"I can hardly hear you – what's going on?"

But Reid put the receiver down and turned around to see Gideon standing there.

"What's going on Spencer?"

"Nothing. Pen is coming over." Looking at the floor.

"I think she is going to be a bit busy for a while. A nasty case. She won't be available to entertain you for a while."

"I need to talk to her. She will come." Reid started to walk away.

"What's with the newspaper over your windows?"

Spencer turned back to Jason. The darkness around his eyes was bad today and Jason noted how Reid's hands were shaking worse than they had been for a long time. He was worried. Something was going on, and he could see Spencer ending up back in the hospital. The last place he wanted this young man to be.

"You have been in my room? I have no privacy. You lie to me and – and – and you watch and listen to me!"

"I haven't lied to you. What do you think I have lied about?" And very nasty feeling ran through Gideon's mind. He knew – he knew Floyd was alive, but how much did he know, and should one falsehood cover another?

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He dug a three foot deep trench and stood back smiling. He went to the boot of the car and opened it. Haley stared back at him with terrified eyes. Good. Hopefully when they find her they will see that fear. They will feel the pain he needed them to feel. He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her out of the trunk.

"I have been busy. See that?"

She looked at the hole in the ground and tried to beg him not to do this, but Floyd didn't listen to whores.

"At least I didn't make you dig it yourself. You will be able to think of that while you die." He watched her wiggle on the ground. He feet tied together and her hands behind her back and the gag in place.

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The crime scene unit were quick. They were able to confirm quite quickly that the blood was not from Haley or Jack. It was human blood however and they were human remains in the kitchen. They just needed to try to work out who it was. It was for show. I was to scare. It worked. It worked well. Hotch was scared. It was confirmed that no fingerprints were found that shouldn't have been. The only lead they had were tooth marks in some of the lumps of flesh found in the fridge. The lab might be able to find saliva on it. They would try. They would do all they could to get Hotch's family back. To return his loved ones.

The team tried to figure out who would do something like this to Hotch and they just kept coming up with the same name.

JJ contacted the British officials to see if their nagging suspicions could be correct. But surely if he had escaped again they would let them know, wouldn't they. Apparently not. He had been missing for over a week. How were they going to tell Hotch that they thought Flanders had taken his family?

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He dragged Haley to the edge of the pit then kicked her in. It would have been lovely to have heard her screams but he didn't want to risk someone hearing her. She tried to kick, she squirmed she cried and her eyes were huge with fear.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked her. He wanted to make sure she knew why this was happening.

She nodded slowly.

"Do you know why I am doing this to you?"

This time she shook her head.

"Do you feel pain for the loss of your child?"

And she squirmed and wiggled and cried.

"Imagine how Aaron will feel. Imagine how much loss he will feel."

She was nodding her head wildly.

"Now multiply that by whatever number comes into your head, and it won't even begin to describe the loss I am feeling for Spence."

And now she looked puzzled.

"What's wrong, you think I don't mourn my loss too?"

She nodded slowly but still looked puzzled.

"You think Aaron will miss you more than Spence?"

And she was shaking her head.

"What's wrong Haley? Does Aaron cry for Spence. Was his heart broken?"

And vigorous head shaking again.

He stood and looked down at her. Something was wrong. He needed to clear his head a bit. Where the hell was that stuff he got for the kid? Should he bury the bitch first or clear his head. Floyd walked back to the car and lay down on the back seat. He pulled a small pack from his pocket and took a pinch of the powder and put it on his thumb nail and inhaled.

He dreamed of Spence. He saw him in a room with newspapers on the windows. He saw him looking angry and sad. He wanted to hold him and make him better, but the scene changed and he was back at the furniture store holding him and all he could see was the blood spreading over his chest and the life leaving his eyes.

SPENCE!

And he cried in his drugged state at the memories of a reply

FLOYD!

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When he opened his eyes it was raining. The sound of the rain hammered on the roof of the car. He lay and thought for while. Where the hell was he? His head was thumping as he sat up and looked out of the steamed up car windows. Slowly he opened the door and walked over to the edge of the pit he had thrown Haley in. The rain and likely her mad scrabbling had caused the sides to cave in. He could just about see the top of her head and part of her shoulder under the thick mud.

"Bugger I missed the fun."

He walked back over to the car and collected his things together and then walked out the way he had come in.

"Now Agent Aaron Hotchner can start to feel the pain I am feeling."

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