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The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love. - Hubert H. Humphrey

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It was nearly dark again by the time they stumbled their way to the car. Aaron opened the back door and Floyd (wanted the throw him but didn't) laid Reid carefully on the back seat and then tied the restraints around him.

"You want me to sit in the back with him?" Floyd thought it worth asking.

"Sit in the front where I can see you."

A grin spread over Floyd's face. "If that's what you want Aaron."

Hotch hated it when he called him Aaron. "The reason I want to see you is not for the reason you would like. I don't want you hurting him more than you have."

The grin turned into a smirk. "Well can we go then? There is something on television I would like to see." Hotch started the car and drove off towards home – no hang on –home is the other direction. "Where the hell are we going? Home is not this way."

"I'm taking Spencer to the hospital." No room for argument.

"You are joking. You are going to take him to a hospital. They will do rape kit on him. You want him to be questioned about what happened? They will section him Aaron. You can't take him to the hospital."

"He might die. I am taking him to the hospital. If you don't want to come with us say so I will pull over and you can get out."

Floyd moved a hand over onto Hotch's knee. Involuntary tingles shot up Aaron's spine. "Aaron listen to me. Think. You cannot take him to the hospital. They will ask questions. They will take photographs of the damage. The specialists will want to look. He will be prodded and poked and x-rayed and scanned. You can't to that to him. Look at him Aaron, how can to you that to him? He can't even defend himself. It's worse than what happened in the forest; at least there he could scream and call for help. They will rape him again Aaron. Please don't do that to him."

"He could die of those injuries Floyd we can't ignore them and get your hand off my leg."

"Sorry Aaron was that distracting? Anyway – he will heal – I am."

"Yes it was distracting, but not in the way you want. Flanders – I am taking him to the hospital."

"Take me home first then – it's not far out of the way." He moved his hand slowly up from near Hotch's knee to further up his leg. "Please Aaron. Just take us home. We can put him to bed, or give him a bath or shower. It will wake him up and the drugs will make their way out of his system. No police involvement. They will get involved. They will want to know what happened. Do you think they will believe us? 'A big monster raped him gov…wasn't me honest.' It will be in the press. The whole of the FBI will find out. Think about it. It will be the end of his career. Possibly yours."

"I asked you to get your hand off my leg. Floyd remove it." Hotch pulled the car over. "Get in the back and check up on him. If you hurt him or do anything to him Floyd I will take Spencer so far away from you - you will never see him again. Do you understand?"

The hand slid its way up to its final destination. A smirk and Floyd was out of the car and climbing in the back. He pushed Reid's legs out of the way and then lifted his feet on to his lap and massaged them gently. "It's ok babes – it's only me. Aaron is taking us home." And a smirk as he saw Reid's toes curl up.

"I didn't say I was taking you home." The engine started up again.

Floyd frowned. "He just moved his toes Aaron. Come on now, take up home, let us heal in the comfort of our own bed."

Their own bed. Theirs. Hotch didn't like this but maybe Floyd was right. Take them home. Stay there with them. Keep an eye on things. If it gets bad he can call the medics. He took a right at the next intersection and started to go back towards Spencer and Floyd's place.

"On the condition I stay and if I feel the need I will call medics."

Floyd muttered a "Yes ok." But his mind was gone now looking at Reid's feet and slowly stroking them. His hand moving slowly up his leg.

"I can see you in the mirror Floyd. Cant you keep your hands to yourself for five minutes?"

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It took half an hour to get back, parked up, and back up to the apartment. Floyd took Reid straight to the bedroom and stripped him of the dirty clothes he was in and threw them away. Personally it wouldn't have bothered him – in fact Floyd's own black jeans were blood incrusted. It didn't bother him. Back to the kitchen and he set up the coffee machine.

"Take a shower if you want – I will find you something clean to wear." Hotch was standing looking around the apartment properly for the first time. It was a home. There were book shelves with Reid's favourite books, there was a place with all his comics ready to pick up and read. There was a table covered in scraps of leather, a big television, a squishy couch, nothing out of the ordinary. Reid's scruffy leather chair was over by the window. This was a home where two people were living and a pang of jealous scrunched his stomach. Floyd was watching Hotch standing looking around the room. "You want a tour? The place isn't that big really but we like it."

Hotch's attention was pulled back to Floyd who was standing holding a coffee mug in each hand. "Er – yes a shower will be good – but we need to get Reid cleaned up. Maybe a soak or a shower will help him."

The mugs were put down and Floyd nodded. "OK come with me, I will get you something to put on after."

Aaron still hadn't moved. "After what?"

Floyd didn't say anything but walked back to the bedroom. "Aaron – here."

Hotch joined him, looking over at Reid who was laying looking at the ceiling. "I still believe he needs hospital." Floyd chucked sweat pants and a hoodie at Aaron.

"I know you do. I think we need to at least wash the blood off properly and try to wake him. You carry him – I'll get the shower ready."

Floyd grabbed a couple of sarongs from the back of a chair and left the room.

Hotch bent over Reid and looked down at his face. His hair was quite long now and was straggly and dirty, but his face was still beautiful. With a sigh he put one arm under his legs and another under his back and lifted him. He was thin. His hip bones and ribs showing more than they should. He head lolled back. Hotch knew this was wrong they should be in the hospital. Maybe he could just carry him out of this place and take him to the car.

He looked up to see Floyd looking at him. "You coming?" and a snarky look. He turned around and Hotch could hear a snort of laughter.

Floyd had stripped down to his boxers and moved over to Aaron. Hand him over and strip. We will both need to be in the shower with him. Floyd took Spencer and walking backwards stepped into the shower. He held Reid tightly to him "Wake up Spence. I need you to wake up." He didn't look up until he heard Aaron stepping into the shower. Floyd carefully let go of Reid's legs but held him tightly to him so Spencer's back was to Aaron.

"Aaron – soap his back. I will hold him."

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Spencer could feel the hot water running over his tired body. He could feel Floyd holding him tightly and soft hands on his back soaping him. He tried to wake and put weight on his feet and Aaron and Floyd both saw the movement. Floyd smiled (yes not a smirk – must be a new moon) at Hotch and pulled Reid so his face and Reid's were nestling into each others shoulders.

Reid could smell Floyd and he could feel hot water. Floyd rarely washed let alone take a shower in hot water. He was doing this for him. He was doing this because he loved him? He didn't know. He wanted to get his eyes to focus as he felt the kind hands moving over his back and then down over his buttocks and the backs of his legs. So gentle and safe. These hands had never been abusive.

Now he felt the kind arms holding him and the rough calloused ones soaping his chest. (Floyd and soap?) These were the hands which hurt, the fists which punched, the teeth which bite, yet now they were kind and gentle and they weren't abusive. Reid looked into Floyd's eyes and smiled. A tingling in his legs let him practice putting weight on them and now a kind mouth on the back of his neck kissing where it hurt and whispering soft words into his ear.

"I told you a shower would wake him. Shall we get out and dry?" Floyd put his arms around Reid again and pulled in close but Hotch didn't let go yet. The three of them stood under the shower holding tightly to each other until the water ran cold.

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