(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or its characters)

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND MENTIONS OF DRUGS.

This was part of a story but it doesn't fit in with the storyline anymore so I thought I'd post it as a one shot and see if you guys would like a full story from it.

Let me know what you think in the reviews.

Enjoy.

Spencer patiently stood against a damp wall. He'd found the alley easy enough, now was the hard part: the deal.

He stood a little straighter when a short man strode around the corner. He made up for his height in muscles and a hard set jaw that suggested a strong bite.

Spencer swallowed thickly when he saw a second man, bigger than the first, enter the alley and then another.

"Um..." he mumbled, stepping back a little as the men approached.

"You 187?" the leader asked, flexing his neck. Spencer nodded and pulled his messenger bag closer to his side.

"I-I'm meant to just be me-meeting Jake," Spencer managed to stammer and the leader smiled.

"He sent us. Vernon." He turned to the big man behind him with the dark skin that was speckled on his face from various scars. The large man opened his large fist and Spencer sighed with relief when he saw two bottles in his hand.

"Money," the blonde guy next to the leader hissed and Spencer nodded.

"250."

Spencer paused with the opening of his bag,

"T-that's not the price that was decided."

"Rates gone up"

"I-I don't have that," Spencer lied.

The men didn't like the sound of that. The darker man cracked his big knuckles menacingly and his pale counter part, on the leader's other side, flashed a smirk.

"You tryna waste our time?" the leader growled and Spencer shook his head quickly. He fumbled with his bag strap.

"J-Jake and I ag-agreed to 130," Spencer said, his voice verging on desperate. Vernon, or so Spencer believed him to be, snorted and shook his head.

"Jake's an idiot. We don't deliver this shit for free."

Spencer realised then that he didn't want this, he didn't want to be in this situation and he didn't want the drugs.

"I-I'll have to... have to," Spencer started but he stopped when Vernon took a step closer.

"I think he's tryin' ta waste our time, Nick," he sneered as Spencer cowered away. The middle guy nodded.

Spencer turned to run when a thick hand grabbed his shoulder and jerked him back causing his thin body to collide with the hard floor and knock the breath from him.

"Please!" Spencer cried suddenly, covering his already bruised body.

"You pathetic little junkie!" Nick, the leader punctuated each word with a brutal kick to Spencer's stomach. Spencer curled in on himself and gasped.

"S-stop!" he pleaded when Vernon started on him. He grabbed Spencer by the collar of his shirt, ripping it as he lifted Spencer up.

"Grab his gay purse, Lance," Nick spat.

The blonde with fewer teeth than a toddler did as his leader asked, he unhinged a flipup knife and sliced through the bag's strap while Spencer could only sob in terror. The bag was stolen from him and Spencer had no power to grab it back.

Vernon released one hand and formed a fist with it before pulling it back and driving it into Spencer's face with a savage sounding 'whack'.

Spencer screamed but he was silenced by another punch and then another.

"Hold up!"

Spencer sucked in a huge breath and released it in a half sob. Vernon still had his bloodied hands in Spencer's shirt as he looked over at Lance who was holding two wads of dollars. One had the agreed 130 the other was an extra 200 which was Spencer's emergency fund; he always had it neatly tucked away in the lining of his beloved bag.

"What's this then?" Lance hissed, holding both rolls in front of Spencer who was spitting blood and tonguing his badly split lip.

"Looks like someone was lying."

"N-n-ooooo," Spencer whined.

He felt Vernon grip on him get tighter.

"And we hate fucking liars!" Lance snarled in a low, dark voice.

Vernon yanked Spencer to his feet and released him but within a few seconds Spencer was staggering backwards from another blow to his face.

"Grab him. I wanna break something."

Spencer was snatched up before he could fall to the floor. Lance pulled his arms behind his back while Vernon pulled him into a headlock. Spencer could feel Nick's fingers upon his own, wrapping around his pinky before yanking it backwards and to the side. Spencer yelled when a snap echoed from that finger.

"Please, s-stop, Please!"

"This is for lying to us!" Nick took the next finger and snapped it, this one so violent that it broke through the skin. Spencer rasped and leaned forward, held up only by Vernon.

"This is for wasting my fuckin' time."

Nick pressed his hand on Spencer's elbow while he shoved the arm in the wrong direction.

"Ahhh! Oh god!" Spencer screamed, panting heavily as he felt the bone break.

Lance released his arms and Spencer wrenched himself away from Vernon, his arm sagging at his side.

He felt the cold brick wall against his back as he whimpered.

A fist connected with his chest and a breath spewed past his lips. He tried to slide to the floor but the punches were coming thick and fast and they held him up.

Nick pushed Vernon away after letting him whale on the skinny man and he grabbed Spencer's face between his yellow-ended fingers. "You're pathetic," he said before spitting right in Spencer's face. Spencer screwed his face up as saliva swirled with his fresh blood and trickled down his nose. Nick took hold of Spencer's hair and pressed his cheek into the wall. He pulled, forcing Spencer's head back before slamming it into the brickwork. Spencer was stunned. He felt his skin tear and blood cascade from his hairline. His head instantly throbbing angrily and when Nick let his hair go he fell forwards.

He pressed his uninjured hand into the wall and breathed in deeply.

They seemed to lay off him as he slumped into the chill of the bricks. He watched as they sorted through his bag and threw it to the side. Pocketing the money and Spencer's promised drugs.

Spencer moved forward, hoping they'd be too distracted to notice him slip away but Lance was on him in a second.

"Get a-away," Spencer stuttered, hitting Lance and trying to shove past him. Lance growled and they collided, chest to chest, Spencer digging his nails in the man's biceps.

Suddenly, a sharp pain forced his arms to slacken.

"Lance..."

Nick, the almighty leader's voice was distant to Spencer, a soft buzzing thumped in his ear drums.

Lance looked at Spencer and then down and Spencer followed his gaze. His shirt was sticky and there was a hole. Spencer sucked in a hitched breath. There was a knife sticking into his flesh.

Lance yanked the knife out and Spencer coughed and stumbled back into the wall for probably the final time that evening and the still conscious, thinking part of Spencer's mind knew that he may not get up from there again.

"Let's get outta here," Vernon whispered, looking left and right.

"Shit, shit." Lance wiped his knife on his jeans.

"I ain't goin down for murder."

"He's just a fuckin' junkie, there won't be nothin to come out of it."

"I still don' like it. Let's go."

Spencer watched with heavy eyelids as the three men collected their treasures and like rats, they scuttled from the alley.

Spencer stared even after they were gone. His hand rested against his stomach and he felt his insides lurch when the sensitive wound was touched and when his broken pinky brushed against his shirt.

He leaned his head back and let out a pitiful sob.

This was not how he wanted to go. He didn't want the pain. He had been there to try and stop the pain and it seemed a cruel twist of fate that he ended up in the worst agony he'd ever faced.

Spencer wondered where his phone was. He wanted to call Aaron, explain everything that led to him being in the alley.

But instead Spencer only has the strength to stare at his torn bag as he bled heavily onto the dingy street.

Thanks for reading.

I have some ideas for if you want me to continue. It will be a Hotch/Reid if I do follow on.

See you soon. Happy new year!