Chapter 21

Paper

Probably the toughest time in anyone's life is when you have to murder a loved one because they're the devil: - Emo Philips

A/N: I have had a day full of distractions…I am sorry if this has made the chapter a bit naff….Pb xoxox

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

He looked down at the unconscious man on the bed and came to a decision. There was no way in his hell that he was going to have this treasure taken from him and therefore to avoid that he would have to take him somewhere away from here.

Leaving Reid still tied to the bed and smeared with blood he began to pull items of clothing out of the drawers. A couple of pairs of jeans each and from a plastic carrier bag a blue Tshirt. He held it up and smiled at the printed letters and numbers on the front and stuffed it in a back pack with a few odd pairs of socks and boxers.

He took some bottles of water from Reid's fridge and stuffed them in the bag too. Next the closed all the drapes and made sure there was nothing in the bins which would rot and attract the flies. Floyd started to walk back to the bedroom running his fingers slowly along the wall as he walked. As they met the wood of the bathroom he stopped and pushed the door open. He the took ten minutes to give the bathroom a quick clean. He scrubbed out the shower tray and wiped down the sides of the shower where the water had sat and dried into soapy drips. Then the tub had bleach poured into it and was wiped clean with a cloth. He rinsed it out thoroughly and then wiped the washbasin and cleaned the taps. The toilet was treated with a good scrubbing and a bottle of bleach. Next the went to the cupboard and pulled out a scrubbing brush and floor cleaner. It didn't take long. He was used to being on his knees and quickly gave the floor a clean. Inadvertently he left some of Reid's blood in small smears where it had soaked into the knees of his jeans. Quickly he ran the cloth over the marks until there was no trace. He stood and inspected it. Really he would have liked to have washed the walls down too, but he didn't really have time now. Put the brush away and pulled out another cloth which he used to give the mirror a last wipe down with. Now he was happy. Now he felt he was ready. He stepped back and closed the door.

Glancing across the floor and over to the lounge he could see spots of blood from were he had dragged Reid the earlier. He wanted to clean up. He really wanted to get down and scrub the floor too but then he would have to clean up the broken plate wasted fruit. He closed his eyes against the mess and went back to the bedroom. Another set of clothes was now pulled from the drawer next to Reid's bed. A plain black sleeveless Tshirt and a pair of black jeans were thrown on the bed. Floyd then pulled a white shirt off a hanger and removed the dirty top he was wearing and replaced it with the loose fitting shirt with deep cuffs and no collar. He then put over the top of that a heavy weight black double breasted waistcoat. He still had his boots on and he kept the same grubby black jeans on, but found a chunky belt in place of the one he had on.

Now he turned back to Reid. Carefully he untied the hands and brought them to his side. He grabbed ripped open the sweat and blood covered shirt he had on and threw it into the corner of the room. Pulling Reid up to sit he carefully pulled the Tshirt on over his sweaty head. He climbed up onto the bed and sat astride Reid, still keeping him sitting up and wrapped his arms tightly around him. He wanted him again so much. Floyd could never get enough of this. He could touch and lick and kiss and hold and screw this man all day and still it wouldn't be enough.

For now he just held on tightly and rested Spencer's head on his shoulder as he buried his face into Reid's wavy hair. He smelt delicious. He would just taste

so right fried with garlic and onion. Maybe with a small side salad – which would be just for show – but yes….Reid made his mouth drool. Such a sweet tasting being.

Carefully before he began to eat – he lay Reid down again and began to dress his bottom half.

Now he just stood back and looked down at the most perfect being who ever existed. It made something unfamiliar crawl around in his stomach. He shook his head and made some final arrangements. He had managed to get blood on his hands as he dressed Reid and as he walked back down the hall to the lounge he left bloody smears along the wall.

The decision was which book to take. For a few minutes he stood in front of the book shelves looking at the huge collection. He frowned have read them all himself already nothing jumped out at him as extra special.

A sigh and he returned to Reid who was beginning to awaken.

Floyd wasn't sure what Spencer's attitude was going to be and so he readied himself for a fight. He stood watching Reid as he slowly became aware of his surroundings again. He made a low groan and lifted his hands to his face and then turned his face to look at Floyd. His expression remained blank.

"You OK babes?"

He put his bandaged hand to the side of his face and gave a slow nod.

Reid remembered every moment. He remembered the pain of nails digging under his skin, and he remembered having something thrown on lips. He remembered responding to Floyd in a way he didn't want to but was unable to stop.

Reid nodded slowly. "Thirsty." He muttered between lips which felt like they had been skinned. He ran his tongue slowly over them and saw the smile creeping over Floyd's face. He needed to get out of here. He had to contact Rossi. He seemed to be the only person who was thinking straight. Slowly he put his legs over the side of the bed and sat up.

"What's this?" He ran his long fingers of his good hand over the front of his Tshirt.

"It looks good on you. I can see all your muscles."

Spencer frowned. "I don't really have any."

"I know you don't. That's what turns me on though Spence. Hurry up…get a drink – we are going out."

He really didn't want to be going anywhere with Floyd. The pain shooting through him made him wonder what actual damage he had let this monster do to him. And enjoyed. He bit down on his bottom lip as he stood up. Taking a couple of deep breaths he readied himself. He had a plan. Probably not a brilliant one, but when locked in an apartment with a violent rapist the options are slim.

"Kitchen." Spencer muttered and walked very slowly and carefully across the bedroom floor. Floyd stood back and just watched. A predatory look in his eyes. Plan one. Lock self in bathroom for as long as reasonable in the hopes Hotch will turn up. Not much of a plan but the only one he could think of. He knew he didn't smell to good and so a shower would be good. He walked the short distance to the bathroom door with one hand on the wall. How the hell had he got himself into this situation? He reached out for he bathroom door handle with his good hand.

"That's not the kitchen." Spencer could feel the hot breath on the back of his neck. "I've cleaned in there. Piss in the sink if you have to. Hurry up – we need to go."

"Go where?" He dropped his hand from the door and tried to think of plan number two.

"You don't need to know yet. Kitchen is down there on the right. In case you forgot."

Reid turned his head to look at Floyd and wished he hadn't. The eyes looking back weren't those of someone he wanted to be in the same room with – definitely not in the same bed. The memory of what he had allowed Floyd to do to him made his head spin and his knees feel like they didn't want to support him anymore. He leaned back on the bathroom door and swallowed hard.

"Kitchen." He slurred out and turned slowly to walk to the small hardly used room.

He was feeling a bit steadier now, but still leaned heavily onto the wall for support. The kitchen was next to the door. If he could get to the door he had a chance. There was no way he was going to just walk out of here and let Floyd whisk him off to some unknown location. He kept his head down looking at the floor. He didn't want Floyd to know what he was planning.

Had he looked he might have changed his plan. As he reached the kitchen he half turned to go through the door, then turned back and in two quick steps was at his front door. He pulled on the latch and pressed down on the lock to open it, but nothing happened. He looked up and saw that Floyd had pushed the top bolt across. With a gasp of distress he reached up and slid the bolt back. Again he tried the door. The unbandaged hand was sweaty and slipping on the latch. Looking down he saw the lower bolt was across too. He lifted his foot and kicked back the bolt back out of its housing and now he reached up with shaking fingers to take the chain off. Reid could fell his heart thumping so hard in his chest that he wondered if it would kill him. Floyd hadn't reacted to what he was doing and so must have moved back to the lounge. The chain finally fell and his fingers moved back to the door latch.

"And once you are outside – then what?"

The voice was directly behind him. Spencer froze for a second and then carried on pulling the latch down.

"You not talking to me?"

Reid ignored him and finally got his fingers to obey his brain and he was trying to pull the door open – but still he couldn't open it. Reid looked down. Floyd had his boot against the door.

"Let me out." Reid hissed at him.

"I will. We will leave together."

A hand was gently stroking the back of Reid's hair. He wanted to scream in frustration as again his body started to react in a way he didn't want it to.

"I will leave on my own thank you. Remove your foot."

-o-o-o-

Hotch tried Reid's home phone and he got no reply. The cell phone went straight to voice mail. He sat and looked at the telephone for a while and pushed his fingers through his hair. Carefully he pushed himself up from his desk. He shouldn't be at work. He knew deep down the shouldn't be here but if not here he would be at home doing the same thing, worrying about Reid. Slowly he left his office and walked the short distance to Dave's. Rossi looked up when Aaron walked in.

"You need to be at home. We can handle what is going on."

Hotch nodded. "I know. Reid's not picking up his phone. I need – want – someone to go over there and check it out."

"You don't think he's done something silly do you?" Rossi was getting up out of his chair.

"No – I am more concerned that Flanders has."

"Go home Hotch. Prentiss and I will go and check on Reid. I will let you know what happens. Go home – take some pain killers and sleep."

Hotch rubbed gently at his eyes with this finger tips. "You are right. I will get Morgan to drop me off."

-o-o-o-

They stood outside Reid's apartment door. Hotch had given them a pass key to get through the doors at the front, and now Rossi was standing holding the apartment door key in his hand. Prentiss lifted her hand and tapped heavily on the wooden door. She took a deep breath and waited. Counted to ten and knocked again. They stood and listened for any sound of movement…a cry for help…anything.

"Sir – if he's not here…."

"Shall we have a look?" Rossi moved to the door and placed the key in the lock. It clicked open and there was silence. They each pulled out their sidearms and walked into Reid's apartment. Rossi waited for Emily to be in the hallway and he closed the door. They stood in darkness and pulled out their flashlights and peered around. They took a couple of steps forwards before Emily's light caught something on the wall.

"Sir…" she walked over and shone the light along the smears of blood on the wall. As she turned back to look at Rossi her light lit up the door they had just walked through. "Oh god – this doesn't look good." There was blood at head height. A big splodge of blood and smears like hands had been placed against the wood of the door. There were blood spots on the floor and more smears up the wall.

"Prentiss call in the CSU – I'm going to see if I can find him. The kitchen was tidy and empty but the door frame had blood on it in a couple of places. As though a bloody had had rested there. The bathroom…. Rossi didn't go in – he could see there was no Reid and he could tell this is where the smell of bleach was coming from. He closed the door again once more noting the blood on the door and passage way wall. The next door was open and led to the bed room. Again Rossi didn't enter, but he shone the flashlight around. He could see a pile of dirty clothes in the corner and the crumple bed linen covered in blood. Rossi stepped back and glanced over at Emily.

"They are on the way sir – Anything?"

He shook his head. "Blood. Someone was injured."

Prentiss wanted to go and see exactly what Rossi was still standing looking at.

A thousand thoughts were rushing through Rossi's head – trying to profile what had happened here. "Prentiss – Tell me what you see here." He stepped back a bit to give room for Emily to shine her torch around. He heard her intake of breath.

"Someone on the bed was attacked. It looks like there is bloodied clothing on the floor. Blood on the walls and door frames…so someone was walking still…but bleeding, or someone with blood on them from another source. She looked back into the bedroom. Rossi was shining the flashlight around the lounge now.

"And here – what do you see?"

She moved up to stand next to Rossi. "More blood, but not great amounts, more like transference. A smashed plate and fruit. There are blood spots on Reid's chair." A deep sigh. "So it started here. An argument – then went to the bedroom. Marks on the floor….someone was dragged. The bedroom…and then the front door – I need to check that there is nothing the other side of the door – we weren't really looking…if he left he would have left a blood trail." She swallowed hard. "There was no blood trail Sir. Whatever happened stopped at the door."

Rossi then walked to the bathroom. "What about here?"

She stood and looked at the bright white bathroom. Nothing out of place. Not a speck of dust or a smear of anything. The room was gleaming. Emily put her hands to her face and sighed again. "A cleanup. But why here and not the rest?"

"Maybe this is where the bulk of the mess was."

She looked into the bathroom at the gleaming tub and scrubbed floors. Reid was a tidy person but this room seemed to have been bleached top to bottom. The blood trail ended at the door.

"So.." Prentiss started. "There was an argument." Flanders first incapacitated Reid and then dragged him to the bedroom…Reid made it to the door and was attacked again and taken back to the bedroom. All that blood. And then stripped off and taken to the bathroom?"

"The CSU will tell us."

The door swung open and a group of CSI's walked in.

"We have blood and a missing Agent." Rossi announced. "I need to know what happened."

-o-o-o-

He pulled the car up into a lay by and looked over onto the back seat. Big hazel eyes stared back at him from a face which was far to pale.

"How's it back there babes."

There was no answer.

"Well we are here now." Floyd got out of the drivers side of the car and pulled out the back pack he had readied earlier. "Get out. We are walking from here."

Spencer wanted nothing more than to curl up and never move again, but he knew this wasn't going to help him now. He pushed to sit up and the pain ripped through him again. Floyd had the pain killers and wasn't going to let him have any unless he did as Floyd demanded. He opened the car door and got out. Standing wasn't easy so how he was going to walk he didn't know. He thought when Floyd had rammed his face into the door that he had broken his nose but it was just swollen and bloodied. One of his eyes was hardly open and there was a gash through his eyebrow. The arm he had cut – had damaged himself – was stinging and the dressing was stiff with blood. The dressing on the other hand was coming off and was sodden and dirty. On top of that he was sure that the damage done earlier was still causing him to bleed. His head spun and his knees wobbled as he held onto the side of the car.

"Get away from the car Spence." Floyd was grabbing him and pulling him back. As his knees gave way supporting hands under his arms helped him over to a tree stump at the edge of the woodland. "Sit. Don't go anywhere." Floyd put the backpack down next to Spencer and then went back to the car. He closed all but one door and climbed half into the car. Reid watched Floyd push the vehicle off the lay by and down into the undergrowth at the side of the road. The then pulled branches and bits to cover what wasn't already hidden. He scuffed his feet in the soil to get rid of the most obvious signs. It wont keep them off their tails for long….but long enough.

Reid's only hope now was that they would find the car sooner than Floyd wanted them too. Either way – he couldn't get away with this, and Spencer was sure now that Floyd didn't want him dead. He had other plans for him and they were plans he didn't think he was going to enjoy too much. He looked down at the shoes he was wearing kicked at the grass growing at his feet. A plan – he needed a plan. Not that the others had worked at all.

He let out a long resigned sigh as another pair of feet came into view.

"Can you walk?"

Reid looked up at him. "Not far. No I don't think so."

Floyd rummaged in the back pack and pulled out a pack of pills. "You need to take two of these three times a day." He popped two out and gave them to Reid. He then pulled out a bottle of water. "Go easy with it…We don't have much." Another short rummage and he was bringing out another pack of pills. "One to be taken four times a day. The first lot antibiotics. These are painkillers." He placed one in Reid's uninjured hand and waited for him to swallow it back with the water. He then took the bottle back and screwed the lid on tight. "Let me help you up."

The sudden change in Floyd confused Reid. It was almost as though all the damage Floyd had done wasn't his fault. Wasn't done by his hands, and other body parts. This caring nice Floyd was more worrying than the swearing spitting one. This one let you drop your guard. Floyd stood look at Spencer for a moment and then smiled.

"I'm going to have a smoke and then we really have to go." He pulled out a cheroot and a slim silver lighter. He lit up and let the smoke drift heavily over Spencer.

"Do you have to do that?"

No answer to the question. "I have this. Want it?"

Reid looked up and saw Floyd holding out a small square of yellow paper. He blinked at it. He needed that bit of paper. That actual bit of paper would make this all better. That bit of paper would stop the pain and ….Well it didn't matter what else. He just needed it.

"Yes." Was his answer and his reached up and took it from the hard calloused hands. "Thank you." Floyd grabbed Spencer's hand.

"Not that easy babes. You need to earn it."

"Earn it?" he watched Floyd slip the paper back into his pocket out of Reid's sight and then slowly start to undo the front of his trousers.

"Yes babes. Earn it."

-o-o-o-

It was about an hour later and they walked together through the woods. Reid had a strange blank expression on his face and a bit of yellow paper in one hand and a bit of blue in the other.

Floyd whistled a tune and had a satisfied smirk on his face.