Unknown Emotions.

To give vent now and then to his feelings, whether of pleasure or discontent, is a great ease to a man's heart: - Francesco Guicciardini.

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

Aaron stood in the door way of the bedroom. Hoody back on watching Floyd take the comic out of Reid's hands and ripping it into strips. He watched Reid from behind so he couldn't see his expression but it was a smug grin that Flanders had on his face.

Spencer didn't say anything he just stood and walked towards the kitchen area not looking at Hotch not looking at Floyd. He walked slowly, obviously still in pain, to the coffee machine – his greatest treasure Aaron would have thought. He unplugged it, and unscrewed any connections.

Hotch went and stood closer to Floyd but not in touching distance and glanced over at him. Floyd gave him a shrug in return.

Reid picked up the machine and walked over to Floyd. He was about five foot away from him when he hurled the machine at his feet. If the boiling water splashing Floyd's legs burnt him, he didn't show it – he didn't even flinch.

"There." Reid's voice full of the hatred he was feeling. "You have destroyed everything else I ever loved. I saved you the trouble." He turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Hotch looked from Floyd to Reid. His normal self confidence now shattered – unable to react.

Reid hadn't got far when the rough hands grabbed the back of his sarong. "Stop right there Spence and tell me what the fuck is going on."

He didn't turn. "I've had enough – is what is going on. You can't play your games with me anymore. I know what you are doing and it won't work."

"Spence babe – I don't know what you are talking about. I need you – you need me."

"Past tense Floyd – I needed you. I don't now. Let go of me."

The inner smirk had returned as he dropped his hand and watched Reid continue his walk to the kitchen. He took some paces backwards as the inner smirk escaped onto his lips. He watched Reid pick up the smoke and place it between his lips and then pull out a small box of matches from the drawer. Hotch watched Reid light up and inhale deeply. Spencer looked up at the two men watching him.

"I'm going out."

"You are leaving the mess on my floor?" Floyd sounded surprised.

"You don't like the mess Floyd, you clean it up. I've spent enough of my life in your mess. Now you can spend some time in mine." He walked to the bed room and slammed the door behind him throwing the lock as he leaned against the door putting the disgusting home rolled cheroot thing in an ash tray on the side of the chest. He walked to the closet and pulled out Floyd's heavy coat and well worn hat. He then went to the chest of drawers and took some black boot-cut jeans and a white shirt. He walked with the things back to the door and turned leaning his back against it and now allowed himself to slide down and sit on the floor – legs bent looking straight ahead as the tears tumbled. He wiped them angrily from his eyes and then buried his face into Floyd's clothing. Taking in that smell he so loved and needed.

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Floyd started to pick up the bits of broken machine off the floor. "I would offer you a coffee, but seems that the machine's not working."

Aaron crouched down next to Floyd and helped him pick up the bits of glass and broken plastic.

"I've got his Aaron. Go rest on the couch. I need to do this – it's part of my anger management." A little chuckle. "And right now I want to kill that son of a bitch and cook him up for Sunday dinner. Just either go home or keep out of my way."

Hotch moved back and sat on the couch watching the bedroom door. Looking at the shadow showing under the gap at the bottom of the door. Reid was sitting there, unmoving. Aaron sat with his elbows resting on his knees. He too needed to cut him self off the way Spencer had physically and Floyd was now mentally. He listened to the sounds of Floyd sweeping the floor and then the strong smell of bleach assailed his senses. Floyd was washing the floor again. Hotch leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling.

How long he stayed like that he didn't know, but when he opened his eyes again the cleaning had stopped and the light under the bedroom door was gone. Someone had turn out the light. He gave a quick look around for Floyd. Aaron looked again at the door to their bedroom and sighed. He stretched slowly and looked once more at the door to their domain and stood – snatching his keys off the side table. Again a deep sigh as he walked towards the elevator and left – making his way to the parking level. To get his head straight on exactly what was going on he had to get away from this place.

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Reid lay on his back on the bed. His hands were tied to the metal bedframe above his head. Again his lip was split, the bruise above his eye was getting deeper and there were fresh boot prints across his chest and abdomen, finger marks on this throat. The blood from his nose was trickling down the side of his face and partially soaking into the gag he had stuffed in his mouth.

Floyd was sitting in the corner of the room staring at his hands and rocking slightly. The cleaning hadn't helped stop his anger today. Today he thought he had killed Spence. Today was probably the first time – maybe not – but probably the first time he had wanted Spence dead. He had choked him until he stopped struggling and then beaten the unconscious man until his fists hurt. Now he could hear the rattle of the elevator going down. Floyd looked over at Spencer and then at the door and back to Reid. There was nothing to stop him now Hotch had left. He could finish the job. Snap Reid's neck. Put the scum out of his misery. Then it wouldn't matter if he took this abuse a step further than he had. For now he felt that was the only thing he wouldn't do to him and now in Floyd's confused mind he couldn't work out why.

He stood slowly and walked to the closet. He could see Reid watching him.

"You should know better than to touch my things." A snarl from Floyd, but again there was something going on in his head he didn't understand. Unknown emotions flooding his brain. He wasn't saying what he was feeling. Flanders ignored the eyes staring at him and pulled clothes from the closet. "I have cared for you since you were a child. I protected you. I loved you and you just threw it right back at me. All those years Spence. All that time we spent together and it meant nothing to you." An inner snarl was trying to break through and Floyd was holding it back. If he let it go now he would do something he would severely regret as soon as he did it. He had enough control still left to realise that. Keeping Reid gagged for now was the only way he was going to maintain this pretence of hatred, when deep down it was a never ending undying love. Something he wouldn't permit to ever show. A weakness which had slowly crept in without him noticing and now it was too late.

The bag stuffed with essentials he walked over to Reid and untied his hands. He turned and left the room without looking back. If he had he knew he would have to return and make better all he had done wrong.

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Spencer move shaking hands to the gag around his mouth. He had taken beatings from Floyd before, but in the past he had seemed to be enjoying it. This had been different. A uncontrolled rage. He heard the elevator clanking its way up and then the sound of the door being pulled open. He wanted to call out and beg him to come back again but his throat was swollen and sore and no sound came out. He needed to say sorry and now it was too late. The sound of the door being closed and the clattering of the descending elevator and Reid lay and bit on his bottom lip sucking in the blood feeling the hot tears running down the side of his face.

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Hotch stood alone in his big empty house still wearing the hoody and sweat pants. They didn't expect him back at work for a few days so now he had time to try to work out what had happened over the past few days. He walked to the kitchen flicking on lights as he went and found himself standing in front of the coffee machine. He filled it and turned it on and just stood watching it thinking of the things which had happened over the past year or so. He thought of Haley and Jack. He thought of Elle and of Gideon. He thought of Floyd and Reid. He thought how empty his life had suddenly become. Finally he had all he ever really wanted. The BAU without the distractions of a home life or having to see Spencer everyday as he very much doubted that broken young man would be working for the FBI anymore.

Aaron walked back down the passage flicking off the lights again. Haley hated the lights being left on. Spencer hated them being turned off. He found he had walked to the lounge and was standing looking at photos of Jack on the mantle piece. He stood in the darkness his heart thumping in his chest his eyes trying not to betray how he was feeling.

When he knock came at the door he nearly dropped his mug. He looked at the coffee table and put the mug down on a coaster and then walked to the front door. He could see a shadow the other side but the porch light hadn't come on. Aaron unbolted the door and swung it open.

"Floyd?"

Flanders stood in the shadows looking at Aaron in the eyes. "He threw me out. I don't suppose you have a bed I can borrow for the night do you?"

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One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness: - Antoine de Saint.

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