Three Way Split.

Why is there so much controversy about drug testing? I know plenty of guys who would be willing to test any drug they could come up with: - George Carlin

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

A.N: Due to crap happening at home this chapter might seem disjointed and/or very rubbish…sorry. :c(

Floyd first realised that something was not right when he got the kick to the back of his head and then the shouting started.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

Crap – Spence the little angel had woken up. Now a hand in his hair pulling him back away from Aaron.

"Get your damned hands off me freak!" Floyd reached back and took hold of Reid's hand.

Aaron woke with a start and rolled over to see what was going on.

"You drugged me you bastard!" Spencer was shouting, his voice cold and almost spiteful.

Hotch didn't think he had ever heard Reid used language like this. He had definitely never seen him this angry.

As Floyd bent Reid's hand back to force him to let go he got another kick, this time to the face. Floyd felt the immediate gush of blood as Reid let go of his hair.

"You little shit!" And now Floyd was on his feet and his fist made contact with the side of Reid's head. Spencer took a step to the side almost tripping over Aaron who was getting to his feet. "Don't" another fist, this one on his left cheek bone. "Ever." And now to the right of his head "Raise." A kick now to the groin of Reid who was staggering back – now gasping and bending over. "Your" knee in the mouth. "fists." The eye. "to me" A slap this time as Floyd could see Reid losing his balance and falling backwards. "Again!" A boot on the side of Reid's face. Not stamping down but pressing.

It was only know that he could hear Aaron, and only now he realised Aaron was trying to pull him back. "Stop it Flanders – You are going to kill him. Back off."

He moved his foot away from Reid and spun to look at Hotch. "Always the bloody same with you two. He started the attack and I am the one getting chastised. This is worse than bullies in the school yard. You and your little BAU clan. Bastards both of you."

Reid was groaning and trying to get to his feet. Hotch was there crouched down next to him. "You OK Spencer?"

"Leave me alone." A low growl from Reid. "Just go away and leave me alone." He wiped the fresh blood off his face and watched Floyd picking his things up off the ground. What few things he had left.

"You all go rot for all I care. I do all this for you Spence and this is what I get back?"

"Do what for me?!" Feeling light headed and dizzy but getting up without the help of Aaron. Hotchner – now he knew where loyalties lay. "Take from me the few things I had. No not just take them – rip them away from me and destroy them. That's all you ever did for me." He turned and started to walk off in a wobbly line towards where they needed to go.

Hotch watched him and then looked at Floyd and then looked back at Reid.

Floyd looked at Hotch. He didn't take his eyes off him. If all went according to plan Aaron would stay here and let Spencer go.

"You didn't have to attack him like that." Hotch finally said and turned to look at Floyd.

"He kicked me in the head when I was sleeping. You want me to just say 'carry on lad tis no bother to me.?'" With his few things he started to follow Spencer.

Aaron snatched up his bits and then looked down at Reid's discarded shirt. He picked it up with a sigh and stuffed it back in the roll of his blanket.

"Did you drug him?" Hotch was following Flanders now.

"You ate the same as he did. You tell me. Did I drug you?"

"Why did you come to me last night?" Hotch was trying to keep up.

Floyd stopped and looked at Aaron. Slightly sweaty, his short dark hair messed up and dirt on his chin. Flanders smiled at him. "Why do you think I came to you last night? We have a history Aaron. I wanted to catch up a bit." He put his fingers on Aaron's chin and wiped the dirt away.

Hotch slapped his hand away. "We have no history Flanders. You just wish we did. There is nothing."

Not the reaction he had expected. 'Get home – get set up again – all will be fine. Don't let his set back bother you.'

"Fine if that's what you want to believe." He moved off again in the general direction Reid had gone in, though he was now out of sight of them.

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Spencer didn't understand what was going on and now he had a stinking headache to put up with too and for some strange reason he was gagging for one of Floyd's smokes. It would have to wait. He looked down at his hands and saw he was shaking. He stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a few pills. He only had eight left now. They needed to last until he got home. Home with Floyd. Now that was going to be interesting. One small apartment and they not wanting to even be in the same room as each other.

Maybe he could go back with Aaron. No stupid idea, he was now comforting Floyd. In one fell swoop Floyd had taken everything. He wouldn't be able to face the guys at work after this. He would never be able to talk to Aaron again and he wanted nothing at all to do with Flanders. He had twisted and manipulated him for the last time.

His head was still not feeling right and after a small climb up a hill he wanted to just lie down and sleep again. He was bleeding again. Now would be a good time to just lay down and sleep. Maybe when he awoke he would feel better.

Reid pulled some pills out of his pocket and looked at them in his hand. Clutching them tightly he walked over to a tree and leaned against it. Tipping his head back and resting it on the trunk behind him. He tried to work out what had happened and what had gone wrong. Slowly he slid down the trunk as his head seemed to not belong to his body anymore. His nose had started to bleed again and his ear where the cockroaches had damaged him was dripping blood. He could feel it trickling down his neck.

Spencer wrapped his arms around his knees and looked at the pills again – his vision was becoming cloudy and strangely disjointed.

He had all eight nestled there in his hand. That would surely take this pain away. As he put the first one in his mouth his breaths came out as sobbing gasp. With the second one came a strange buzzing in his ears. With the third his hands started shaking. The fourth seemed not to do much – yet. The fifth one wanted him to lie on his back. The final three went in together – and they demanded he lay and look at all he had done and not done and realise this was all his fault.

The seizure didn't last long.

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About half an hour after Reid had been here Floyd arrived at the bottom of the small incline. He could see where Reid had climbed – leaving marks in the wet earth with his toes. He smiled at the vision he had in his mind – but the smile didn't last long.

Something was wrong.

Hotchner was just coming up level with his and about to pass when Floyd put a hand out. "Stop – wait a minute."

Flanders crouched down as Aaron had seen him do so many times on this trip and touch the ground with his fingers. It was very much like the way he would touch an unknown door before going through it. Feeling for warmth, or cold, or vibrations. He stood and watched Floyd and frowned. "What's wrong?"

He turned his face up to Aaron's. "I'm not sure. I can smell something." Hotch could see Flanders taking in the scent from around them. "Spencer. Something is wrong with Spence." A quick look of alarm dashed across Floyd's face, so fast you probably wouldn't have seen it if you weren't a profiler and the team leader of an elite unit. Hotch saw it and for Floyd to be worried about Reid meant something was very wrong.

Floyd virtually flew up the slope. Hotch had not seen him move like that since – well ever – though he had that sensation of movement back in the cave. Hotch followed at the quickest run he could manage with his ribs and other pains which seemed to have diminished quite a lot during the night.

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Flanders stopped at the top of the hill and looked around him. He had been expecting to see or at least hear Spence from here but there was nothing. He looked back at Hotch and frowned. He thought he was past feeling for Spence and moved onto Hotch, but maybe he just needed both. But where the hell was Spence?

"Spence babe, where are you?" He was calling when Hotch reached the top. Again he took in the scent and began to run off the trail to the side.

He found Spence.

Hotch and Flanders stood and looked down at him.

"Spencer?" Aaron

"Oh shit." Floyd.

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