Liar

Now that official Sam had been identified they were going to do other tests on him. They tell me that there is something not right about the boy. Apart from the lack of head and heart I don't know what they mean. Medically he was strange. They want to remove internal organs and inspect them closer. They want really to look at the boy's brain but that's not possible.

I sit and think about it. I know Floyd wouldn't allow strangers to cut into his child but I'm not really in the position to tell them not to.

'His father wouldn't like it.'

I tell them and they ask me if it is for religious reasons and slowly I nod. In a way, yes it is. 'As it is I am unsure how his father is going to react to this. Further damage to his son's body is not going to please him. I imagine he will be claiming the remains to take back home with him for proper arrangements to be made.'

They want to know where his father is then, and that is a question I really would like answered. I am shaking my head now. 'I thought he would be here by now. I don't know what's holding him up.' I push my fingers through my hair and take a long deep breath. He has Spencer. That is what is holding him up.

Rossi's arrival at the hospital is a grateful distraction. We go back to the room I am staying in to collect my few things.

'All we know is that they were making for the forest.' He is telling me about Reid and Flanders. 'Reid, on the one occasion the pair were seen did not seem to be harmed and wasn't being coerced. We have to face it Aaron, this is what Reid wants.' He sits on the big green chair in the corner of my room and I sit on my bed.

'None of it makes any sense Dave. I know Flanders would be here if he could.'

'If he knows.'

I look over at him as he sits leaning forward with his elbows resting on his legs and his chin in his hand.

'He knows.' But how do I know that. 'A gut feeling Dave. Something has gone wrong. I don't know what, but we have to find them both.' I look away from him and start inspecting a spot on the wall. 'We need to pick up on unusual murders. It will lead us directly to them.' I can see out of the corner of my eye that Dave is just watching me. 'He didn't kill Sam.'

'How can you know that?'

I shake my head and look back at him. 'Sam meant something to him. They had a bond of sorts; I know he wouldn't do that.' But I also knew somehow that in the past Floyd had attacked the boy with knife and hammer. 'It wasn't him. Fine.' I nod. 'He might have killed Sam, but not like that. The methodology is completely wrong. He fights bare handed when he can. He doesn't take heads and he will sexually abuse his victims when he kills them. He didn't do that to Sam.'

Now Dave is nodding. 'So to find Flanders we need to search fitting murders and hope Reid isn't amongst them.' He stands.

'He won't be. He wouldn't do that to Reid.' I know. I don't know how I know, but I do.

'I'll take you home to get changed then. I assume you intend coming into the office and talking to Garcia.' It wasn't a question. I slide off the bed and nod again.

'I have a suit at the office I can use. Just take me straight there.' But I can see he is looking at my arm which is strapped up after being hit by the car. 'I have painkillers for this Dave. I will be fine. I've rested. We don't have time to mess around and not be looking for Reid.' I pick up my bag of belongings. 'We need to be looking for Flanders.'

-o-o-o-

I've tried to move and wasn't very successful. I'm stuck here and now things are crawling on me. In a way I want Hotchner to find me. I want them to know it wasn't me. I know they think it was. Who the hell else in this world kills for no reason. Fuck 'em all. Then if they find those others, you know the ones I did take for myself then I am going to be in all kinds of not very nice shit. Though DNA won't be found. They can't catch me that way but they will know. Hotchner will know and I'm screwed. I'm stuck here and they will be here and even if it's not that crowd who find me they will soon find out about me. That blond tart with her computers, she'll have had me tagged a while back. If not, then she's not the brain she seems to be.

Shit.

I can move my fingers.

I can wiggle my toes.

That's gotta be good huh?

That's gotta mean I'm repairing, but I know I'm not. I am thinking I will be here two more day's before they track me from the bodies. Not hard to do. Come on boys.

-o-o-o-

'Sir. I have that list you were after. In the past few days there really isn't that much unusual. The only thing really is a couple and their dog. They never returned from their usual walk. The local police are on it. They found the car up near a place called Shadows Bolt. It's been there for a couple of days.'

I sigh and look up at the techie. 'Thank you Garcia.'

'The contact numbers are here sir.'

And she places a strip of paper in front of me.

'Are you alright sir? You look very grey.'

'I'm going to fine thank you. Good work.' I tell her. She needs to be told these things sometimes.

-o-o-o-

I don't protest. I let him do what he wants. I take my mind off it by looking at the child he dragged in with him. She has on a pair of denim shorts and a pink Tshirt. Both are filthy and smeared with things I don't even want to begin thinking about. She stares are me with huge dark eyes and wraps her skinny arms around herself. I want to talk to her. I want to tell her it will be alright and that I will sort it, but it wont and I cant and so I smile at her and keep my eyes locked onto her skinny frame and as Taki forces his way into me again and I feel him tearing his way inside me I look at her and she looks back. There are tears in her eyes and I'm not sure if they are for me or not but I need to offer her some comfort.

'It's OK.' I say. I say it really quietly. Not much over a whisper, but he still hears me.

'I didn't tell you to talk.' He snaps at me and moves away. I prepare myself for the beating I know I'll get and my whole body is tense ready. I look down at the drain and wait but my head snaps up again when I hear the girl scream. He is holding her with one hand around the neck. His other fist he is bringing back and smacking her hard in the face. I watch her head go back and crack against the wall. I watch her little girl struggles stop and she hangs limply from Taki's hand. 'You want her dead? Is that your plan Reid?' I don't say anything but slowly I shake my head and look back down again. 'Next time Reid, next time it is her I fuck and you who gets to watch. You want that? You want to see me take this little girl?' I stay quiet. 'Good – good boy – you are learning.' I hear the thump as she falls to the floor and I hear the slight groanings as he kicks her little body. I want to tell him to stop it, but I'm afraid if I say anything he will carry on. I move as best I can. A bit forward and slightly around. I try to get my body between her and Taki but there isn't enough room. He just kicks me back to the drain and while the child is curled up sobbing he urinates on me. Over my face and across my shoulders where it eventually drips down the drain. 'I've not started on you yet Reid. Remember that. You and I are just getting to know each other.'

I don't look up.

I don't talk.

I curl up on the floor with the liquid stinging my eyes and other places where I have cuts and abrasions and I listen to it drip drip drip down the drain I am attached to.

The girl is dragged from the room by her hair, but now I am not trying to look at her. I don't want to cause her pain. I would like to cry, but I have nothing left to give now. My soul feels empty apart from that thing…that thing in side me.

-o-o-o-

The damage done to the couple was so extensive that it was not possible at first glance to tell which was the guy and which was his girlfriend. The local PD seemed more than happy when we contacted them and said that the MO fitted something we were investigating and so now here we are looking at something so extreme I didn't think even Flanders would go this far. I made me wonder if we were wrong, but my doubt didn't last long. All three have been sexually attacked.

'Three?' I can see the look on Emily's face. She is looking for the third. 'I thought..' I put my hand out and touch her arm.

'There is a dog.' I say trying not to show her the revulsion in my voice but I'm sure it shook a little there.

'Oh god.' Is her response.

We are shown how he has removed parts and placed them in different places. The hearts – the three of them – are together on a big green wavy leaves. Each has been, so they tell us, squeezed and chewed on. The livers are also carefully removed and placed together.

'He is very organised.' Emily's voice is not much more than a whisper. 'He took what he was after, and then what? Just tore them apart?'

We stand back and watch as bits are collected and placed in bags to take back to the lab. I ask a question though I am sure I already know the answer. 'Do they all have their heads?' And the answer is positive. I am then told that the face was the least damaged of the victims. The all three had broken necks but the head was still very much attached. I look at Emily who is tucking her hair behind her ears and looking around at the mess.

'One person did all of this?' I can see that her mind is still trying to take it all in. 'Why? Was Reid with him? Was Reid a part of this?' I want to tell her not to be stupid. Of course Reid had nothing to do with this, but we don't know. I don't know. I am just assuming that this is all Flanders doing, and he will be punished for it.

The yapping of dogs in the distance drags my eyes away from the gore and over towards the sound. The rangers have arrived with their dogs and some news.

He puts his hand out for me to shake and I take it and give him a hard look. 'Ranger Oust.' I am told. 'We had been trying to contact one of our men. He's been missing for a few days. This recent development has rung alarm bells for us all. He was in the area.' He is trying not to look at the mess. 'The dogs can track who did this.' He tells me and I nod as Derek comes over to join us with a flak jacket for my self and Emily. He is already wearing his.

So we move off. The ranger with his dog and we are following. There is a total of eight of us. The three of us, two rangers and three local police officers. The blood trail doesn't last long though. Visually we are blind. We have to rely on the dogs which seem to not be having any problem keeping the scent of Flanders and following it. A couple of times we all stop. The dogs sit and wait and we take a breather. It is impossible to tell if we are getting closer.

'He is not trying to hide his tracks and he was moving quickly.' We are told. 'But there is definitely only one of them.' I watch Morgan slip some gum into his mouth and then offer some to Prentiss. She nods a Thank you and takes some but I decline. We are on the move again. A deep breath and we are on our way.

-o-o-o-

I can hear the dogs.

Shit.

I need a story.

Tell the truth?

That almost makes me laugh. I can hear them come from the depth of the forest. A thought occurs to me and I want to dismiss it but it's there nagging at me and the longer I lie here for thinking about it the more reasonable it becomes. Lay the blame on someone else. Well 'tis obvious more than one person was involved. I hardly did this to myself.

I try to take in the scent to work out who is there but the smell of the blood I am lying in is somewhat over powering, so there is not much I can do about it.

I wait. I hear someone call out something like. 'Over here!' and now people are running and now, yes now I can smell him. I can smell Agent Derek Morgan first. His stench carries over the others. The sweet delicious Emily and Hotchner. There are others too but I don't know who they are.

'Oh god.' It is Emily's voice and I can see Emily's feet and I reach out for one and make her scream when I touch her foot. 'My god! He's alive.' And the rangers are moving in and that bastard Morgan is watching.

'What happened?' It is Hotchner's voice but not his hands one me. Someone is rolling me to my back. They are touching me. Feeling my pulse. Straightening my legs and looking at my face. I glance back at them and lick my lips. 'Who did this to you?' Hotchner asks again.

'A guy with swords.' I manage to say but it brings on a coughing fit which in turn causing my wounds to start bleeding again.

'I don't know how he is still alive.' One of the rangers says.

'Where is Spencer?' Hotchner is kneeling in the leaves next to me. Prentiss is the other side of me and I can feel her fingers on the back of my hand. Hardly touching me, but still there.

I look over at Morgan who is pacing. 'Taki took him. They left together.' I mutter. 'I tried to stop him. I don't know what's going on with the boy. He's gone loco.' A half lie. Much better than the full truth. For me. Not for him, but he's not here. 'He killed some people.' And I cough again and spit blood and Emily's hands rest on me and roll me to my side where I can happily spit up and vomit for a while. 'He killed Sam. Taki killed Sam.'

'We need to know where he's taken Reid.' Hotchner is standing up now next to Morgan, but Emily is still next to me. She moves around and takes my hand again. I want to see her face but she is passing silent messages to Hotchner and I don't know what she is saying to him.

'I don't know where they are.' And I cough and again and Emily has a hand on my back and is rubbing and squeezing my hand and she wants me so bad…and I would do her, if the other's weren't here. I'd do Emily Prentiss.

Hotchner is asking me about other murders. Barbie and Ken and I look puzzled and then I manage to move onto my back again. And it's good. It's real good. I manage to get a single tear out. It bursts from my eye and trickles outlandishly down my face. 'That wasn't me. I tried to stop him.' I mutter. 'I did try to stop him.' Spit blood. Get nose bleed. Win an Oscar for my performance. 'He beat the ranger with a sock full of stones. I didn't know he had it in him. I'm sorry. I wasn't there when he did it.' Ah hallelujah another tear. So simple it is. So simple and singular that I think Emily is going to join me in my deep heart felt sorry. Her hand grips tighter. I shoot off my smell for her and my god I can feel her body shuddering.

'You are trying to tell me that it was Reid who killed the couple with their dog?' Morgan's voice.

I let my eyes rest on him. 'Yes.' And the sweet thing is that they would have found his blood soaked clothes. They just needed me to confirm what they feared. 'But Taki did this to me.' I tell them. I don't need them to be under the illusion that Reid was able to take me down. 'Reid however went with him. He let him fuck him then they left together. Help me to sit.' I might not have convinced them totally but still I'm not in cuffs….yet.

-o-o-o-

He comes to me again and kicks me onto my back. I want to tell him to stop but then he is looking at me. Directly at me, and my hands are pulled up above my head still held onto the grating.

The man takes me again but this time he prepares me. He uses lube. He probes with his fingers and he touches me with his hands and then with his mouth. It is rape. It is a sexual assault of a vile nature but yet I don't ask him to stop.

He calls me a whore and a slut. He tells me I am filth and scum. When he has finished with me he gives me some food. 'Your payment.' He tells me. 'You want food and water, then you earn it. You want the little girl to be safe, then you whore for her too.'

I am left with a small paper bowl of rice and a cup of water. He then releases my hands.

'You earned it. Well done Spencer. You are learning.'