25

Rossi of all people was standing in the corridor up on the floor where Sam was plugged in. Floyd stood by the elevators and glared at him until Rossi felt the eyes boring into him and turned to see what was beginning to spook him out. The glare didn't stop just because he'd turned to look… and didn't go as Rossi walked down the wide hospital corridor towards Floyd, who had his arms crossed over his chest. It was a look of deep curiosity that Rossi had on his face. The sort of look he gave many a man when about to ask questions for a new book. Floyd didn't want to be talked to by Rossi. He really was not in the mood for this sort of shit, but he stood there and didn't move. He waited for the big man to come to him. If that's what he wanted.

'You made it, I see.' Rossi said.

'Fuck you.' Floyd replied. 'I don't need your permission to be here.

'I just want you to be prepared.' Rossi informed Floyd.

'Go fuck yourself.' Floyd told Rossi. 'I am prepared. I'm always prepared. You should know that. And if you're not sure, ask Spencer. He's here I imagine? Good… now that's us done and dusted you can piss off and stop assuming I had anything to do with this… which you are assuming, because like your tit buddy Hotchner, you think I'm up to no good. Fuck you and fuck the self righteous attitude you flew in on.' Floyd elbowed Rossi out of the way and started towards the room with a cop standing out side of it.

'Flanders.' Rossi grabbed Floyd's arm and stopped him. 'Sam is not going to survive this.'

Floyd stopped, turned to Rossi and shook his head. 'And you know this because you've read The Book of the Dead or something? You have inside knowledge from a higher power? Well whoever it was you had your fucking séance with was wrong. Sam's going to be just fine.' He paused and stuffed his hands in his pocket. 'I'm here now. The cavalry has arrived.'

'Stay away from Hotchner.' Rossi now warned.

'Tell Hotchner to stay away from me! Is he here? Is he again sticking his unwanted nose in?' There was a small nod from Dave. 'I see.' Floyd carried on. 'So Aaron can interfere but I'm not allowed to have a fucking picnic with a neighbour. That's real nice. Lovely. Just how I would expect it to be. You best run on ahead of me, old man, because if he's in that room with my Sam then he's going to get a broken fucking nose.'

'He cares.' Dave said… almost as though that would explain everything away.

'And I'm not allowed to care for Jack?'

'Your motivations…' Rossi told Floyd, 'are hardly the same.'

Floyd was going to tell Dave to go fuck himself again, but Dave didn't seem to want to. 'You have no idea of my motivations and Dave, you're never going to know my motivations, but if you are for one second implying that I'm a kiddy fiddler then I might have to splatter your brains over the wall. Rethink what you think my motivations are, please. I don't want to end up on death row for killing you, when you are really not worth it. I'll save that… I'll save being a big nasty motherfucker for someone else.' Floyd patted the side of Dave's face. 'Now please tell Aaron to fuck off. I don't need him. Sam certainly doesn't need to kind of help Hotch offers. And…' A conspiratorial tone. 'If Derek Morgan is around, make him disappear. I'll get a coffee. That's how long you have to clear yourself and your friends out of here.'

'Not so fast. We have questions which need to be asked.'

'And I've answered them. Down at the cop shop… now I'm going to get a nasty excuse for coffee and give you a chance to save Aaron's life. Jump to it, old man. Don't just stand there rubbing your chin like you can produce a genie from it. You can't.' Floyd now walked to the vending machine over in the small waiting area.

o-o-o

Sam had slipped away for now. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened to him, but it seemed that one minute he was running across Burger King and the next he was laying on his face on a squashy black floor. Sam knew exactly where he was and that was partly what annoyed him so much. He'd survived all that time alone, struggling to keep himself going along the roads, hitching lifts, getting into situations he'd rather not have been in and as soon, or almost as soon as Spencer was with him he was blasted back to hell. He sat up and looked around. He could see Floyd's luxury tent thing in the distance and with a sigh got up and walked over there. Someone was there. A lamp was glowing. Surely Floyd wasn't here too? That would just be so unlucky that Sam began to feel queasy just thinking about it.

It wasn't Floyd though. No… certainly wasn't Floyd sitting there like he owned the fucking place! That wasn't Floyd, that was the whore boy Az. The only good thing about seeing Az chained to the floor (apart from the simple matter of him being chained to the floor,) was that he cringed back when he saw who it was. He wiggled back on his arse and put his hands over his ugly butt face. They both wanted to know what the other was doing here. As far as Az knew this was Floyd's place. As far as Sam knew… well this was his and Floyd's place and Az had no place in his place.

Sam tried to ignore the creature sitting whimpering and went to locate some small bottles of things which would make him feel better. There was a growing ache in his chest and back and one of his legs was shaking horribly. He decided that he reason for this must be that he'd been cruelly gunned down… taken out in his prime, by a pimply oaf in Burger King. He swigged back from one bottle and then walked over towards Az, to see him cringe back more than a need to actually talk to him.

'What the fuck are you doing here?' Sam kicked out at Az who was now at the furthest reach of his chain.

'I was requested to be here.' Az whispered.

'By Floyd?'

'By Isgar. He requested that I was brought here.'

Sam crouched down in front of Az and gave him a long careful look. 'And he'd been here and he's screwed you?'

Az gave a slow nod and Sam raised his eyebrow. 'He beats me. Does the most foul things to me… then leaves me to heal.'

That sounded about right. Sam didn't disbelieve that in the slightest. What he didn't understand was why Floyd would need Az to beat up and fuck when he had Spencer. 'Does Spencer come here too?' Sam sat with his legs crossed and a small bottle resting on his leg. He saw Az shake his head and Sam was at least happy about that. He asked Az if Floyd had given a reason that he came here and Az shook his head. 'So he comes here, beats up on you, fucks you and leaves?'

'He gives me something to help me heal quickly and he directs something to come and leave food. I don't know if I should eat it.'

Sam shook his head. 'I wouldn't if I was you. All the time you're here don't eat or drink a thing unless… well no… not unless anything I suppose… just don't eat or drink.' Sam smiled a gracious smile. 'You got me out of The Pit and they sent you here?'

'Isgar requested it.'

'Since when has Isgar got what he asked for?' Sam then looked down at himself and grinned. 'Well excluding me obviously. What else did Isgar ask for? Do you know? Has he talked to you? Has he told you what the deal was?'

There was a very careful shake of the head this time. If Floyd had told him anything, Az wasn't going to repeat it. Sam got up and moved back a bit. He would have liked a bit of Az arse too… it seemed like forever since he'd had something nice… something other than a quicky in a toilet or in a car or truck. He would have liked to have curled up with Az and been hammered, but that pain in his chest was increasing and the darkness seemed to be slipping away again.

'I'm going again I think. Back later. Remember not to eat or drink. Best to die rather than be poisoned.' The last sentence was a bubbly babble of fading words… and the tent and the glow from the lamp was replaced by the bleep, bleep, bleep of hospital machinery.

o-o-o

'How is he still alive?' Spencer asked Floyd as he pulled over a chair and sat down next to him. Floyd reached out and grabbed Spencer's hand and gave it a squeeze.

'We leech off each other. One of us goes down, the other two use energy to keep that one going. It's useful. Gives me a sore head after a while but it's one of the advantages of being bonded.'

Spencer squeezed the hand back and smiled. 'I was trying to help. I ran in there and tried to get him out… I was too late. He only went in for some burgers, Floyd. How can this happen just getting a burger?'

Floyd shook his head. 'The fates allowed you to survive the air travel. I guess it had some catching up to do. I tell you over and over that air travel is dangerous. Do you now believe me?'

There was a puzzled look on Spencer's face now. 'How is this connected? We weren't even at the airport. This has nothing to do with flying.' Spencer used a soothing voice but it still sounded harsh against the quiet of the room.

'Because as I said, you survived the flight. You, by rights, should have crashed. All flights do eventually… in one form or another. By risking your life on a flight you put your life in peril. If you survive then something else will try to get you. It's sod's law.'

'You know that's rubbish don't you?' Spencer smiled.

Floyd shook his head. 'Absolutely not rubbish. It's the damned finest excuse never to fly that I've ever heard. Maybe you'll listen to me next time.' He slid sideways in his chair and looked closer at Spencer. 'Hotchner was here. Did he have anything interesting to say, to touch… to molest or interfere with? Did he harass you about you giving in your notice? Did he touch Sam?' Some of these questions he already knew the answer to but it was nice to see the deep discomfort of Spencer's face. He loved to see his boy squirm like that. Spencer tried to pull his hand away but Floyd kept it tightly in place. Almost tight enough to crack bones.

'He was here. He didn't touch me, but I've not told him officially that I'm handing in my notice. I've got to do that via Strauss and that will have to wait until the beginning of the week and then I'll have to work my notice. I can't just stop going in… not unless there's a very good reason and I don't want a very good reason. I want it to be my choice and not them who tell me I can't come back. He told me that he'd seen you in the park, that you spoke to Jack and he wants me to ask you to stay away from him. He's a kid Floyd. Leave the poor child alone. He spoke to Sam, but got no reaction. I don't know why he assumed that he would. The doctors are saying…'

Floyd cut Spencer off at this point. 'I don't need to know what the doctors are saying. They're wrong. Do you want the absolute real reason that I'm fucking with Jack… metaphorically speaking obviously – I want to mess with Hotchner's head.'

'There are better ways than contacting Jack. If you have to mess with Hotch's head, but why do you feel the need to?'

Floyd now let go of Spencer's hand and turned to look at Sam. 'Because I feel that underneath that boring exterior that he is an actual threat. He's a clever old sod. I don't want him constantly in my life. I don't trust him. I don't want him near you. He's seen enough of you as it is. He's seen you in a way I never want another man to see you. He knows you too well. And I'm maybe jealous of the friendship. Now whilst on the subject of your work comrades, I went to see Derek.' Floyd sensed that Spencer had tensed. 'But don't worry… don't worry. I just spoke to him. I warned him. Now if he touches you again I will know. Don't even begin to think of going to him again. I will kill him if he does. Make no mistake. I will tear him apart. For some reason, and I guess it's because I'm trying to prove to them that I'm not the monster they think I am – even if they're right and I am actually exactly the monster they think I am – and to do that I need to stay calm and be the nice guy. How's your face by the way?'

'I need my own friends.' Spencer muttered. 'I need my own life.'

'No… you don't. You have me. You have Sam. You need nothing else. You will hand in your notice on Monday. You will inform them that you're ill and can't work and that you'll not be back. If you do not do what I tell you, Spencer, even though I worship the ground you walk on, I'll tell them what a ho and a junky you are. I'll tell Dave and Aaron about your party times with Derek. I'll let poor JJ know that you… hang on… JJ is back, what the fuck is that whore doing back. I thought she'd gone for good. I thought that slapper Seaver was working on your team now.'

Spencer sighed. 'Really Floyd I need interests in life…'

'Told you. You've got me. You've got Sam. You don't need anything else. We can go away, get a shop…'

'I don't want to work in a shop.' Spencer snapped.

'You'd love it!'

'You'd control me and not let me talk to the customers.' Spencer sighed. 'You'd keep me drugged and drunk.'

Floyd shrugged. 'You're such a fucking kill joy sometimes. You don't need to talk to customers; you can work in the stock room or fiddling on the computer getting in new stuff. It's going to be great fun! A small town, with nothing much going on except in the summer when the tourists arrive. Something on a lake… by a lake… forests around us… the smell of the wilds… and in the summer… well the shop. More of a hobby. A shop with a wooden boardwalk in the front… one which creaks and shit. A rocking chair outside so you… no so I can whittle and Sam can go fishing on the lake and be the biggest fag in town and the most beautiful… apart from you of course, but don't tell Sam that.' Floyd now stood. The decision in his mind had been made. They would get a shop! It would sell all sorts of dark magical stuff and it will be awesome. Everyone would avoid them, which would be even better… and fresh fish caught by Sam. That was assuming that Sam didn't die. 'I'm going to sort out Sammy boy now. Do you fancy walking down to Starbucks and getting some real coffee and tell those doctors not to come in for a while. I'll be erm… making a Floydian Transfer with Sam.'

'You want me to go get a coffee whilst you have sex with Sam?'

'Nail on the head! Yes! Thanks Babes. Give me…' Floyd glanced at Sam and then at Spencer, '…I was going to ask you to give me ten minutes, but do you want to join in?' A raised eyebrow. I can fix your face while I'm doing Sam.'

'Coffee. Great. I'll go. As for keeping doctors out, I don't know and what you have planned with Sam is illegal. At least in this state it is. So for the love of… for goodness sake, be careful. Maybe wait until I'm back.' Spencer realised what he was saying. It made his stomach tie it self in tight knots and not because of what Floyd was doing, but because he could let himself be there when it happened.

And he desperately,

… desperately…

… wanted to be.

Spencer walked to the door, stood with his hand on the door handle and turned around again. 'They will arrest you for having underage anal sex with someone in a coma. It will be classed as rape whatever why you want to put it and what ever excuses you have. Can't you… Erm… take him somewhere? You know? Pull him back with you and do it where no one can see you? In the dark?'

Floyd looked over at Spencer and grinned. 'And there you go showing me what a genius you are. I'll still want you to keep guard. Don't want them trying to wake me.'

a/n: short I know… had a very busy day… tomorrow maybe I'll have more time :D xox