Arrest

It's bad idea to hunt on your own doorstep: - Unknown

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

Marty worked the night shift. That was not a problem. He was used to it now. The guys he shared with were cool with it too. They worked all day while he slept. It didn't happen often that he would get annoyed with them. They were great mates. They had fun together – in a very manly non sexual way you must understand. Not the huggy touchy feely types at all. None of them. Which is why they were all so repulsed by the freak they kept finding on the bean bag. He lived with the guy who had the funny smell and the odd way of dressing. The two of them – freaks.

The apartment Marty shared with his friends was on the ground floor. He didn't have to take an elevator to his door.

He stood and frowned. All the lights were out. Surely they hadn't all gone out. Marty McColl put the key in the door and was surprised to find the door off the latch. He pushed it open slowly and reached around the corner for the light switch

Marty opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. He had never seen so much blood. It was dripping off the ceiling and there was bits stuck to the walls. He took a step back away from the door and with trembling hands made a 911 call.

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The Crime Scene Unit arrived and did what they could. They found bloodied fingerprint swirls on the walls. On the floor. On the ceiling. They found foot prints. Barefoot, trainers, booted. They found smashed bone and they found bit of human tissue but they couldn't find anything which looked like it might have once been a human. The most worrying thing they found was the teeth marks evident on some of the bits they found. The place was taped off with yellow Crime Scene tape and a small tent thing erected over the doorway so that they could get the bits out in buckets without having to worry about Mrs Jones dog Fiddler running in to grab an early lunch.

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Aaron left early. He had to go home before he could go to work and get some clean things on. He had thought briefly – but only briefly – if he should leave some stuff at Spencer's place. That would feel wrong though. He had his own home and it wasn't the thing to do go pushing yourself into the fold like that. Or was it more a matter of not permitting himself to be pulled right in yet.

He saw flashing police lights down the street in the direction he needed to go but the last thing he wanted to do now was be seen here in the early hours so he turned the car in the other direction and did a slightly longer route home.

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Floyd had enjoyed his night. He had kept Spencer doped up for most of it. For one thing the lad was in dreadful pain from the beating and he also liked him compliant like this. Hotch was different, with him he was still testing the waters to see how far he could go. Yes it had been a satisfying evening. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the sleeping Spence laying on his side with his back to him. He ran a finger down his bruised spine and grinned. He then got up and went to the kitchen to them both a hot chocolate and to get stuff out of the fridge to cook up for dinner later.

Once the drinks were made he took them back to the bedroom and sat them down on the night stand. "Hey Spence, wakey wakey, I got you a nice warm drink." Reid muttered something and sighed. He knew he had to pull himself out of this hazy place and respond but his head was swimming and pounding and Floyd's smell today was strange.

He rolled over and pushed himself up on one elbow. "What's going on?" He reached out and picked up a mug. His eyes followed Floyd from his head down wards. He had a lot of blood on him. The front of his shirt was encrusted and Reid could see where in places his hair was stiff and crusty. A frown and he put the mug down. "Was Aaron here?"

Floyd nodded. "He left early again to get ready for work. I was going to suggest he leaves some things but wanted to see how you felt about it first."

Looking from the mug to Floyd then wrapping his arms tightly around himself. "Where did all that blood come from? And since when did my opinion on anything matter?"

"Well the blood you don't need to worry about, it's not Aarons. As for your opinions babe, they always matter, I just ignore them usually."

"I do need to worry about the blood. It came from somewhere. Your shirt – take it off and throw it away. It smells funny."

"It's a smell of freedom babe. It means they can't hurt you anymore. Now drink up and stop worrying about me. I can look after myself."

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As Aaron was making his way to the office, the test results were making their way from the crime lab. They had matched the teeth marks and fingerprints. Finger prints belonged to various victims. Teeth marks had been recorded before and belonged to Floyd Flanders Franks. As the results winged their way to the correct department SWAT was alerted.

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Spencer and Floyd stood at the big window over looking the city. It was going to be a glorious morning. The sun was rising above the tops of the buildings in a beautiful orange glow. Reid was happy. Yes bruised and worried about why Floyd had arterial spray on his shirt, but something was stopping him from reacting the way he should. Right now he didn't care. He was with Floyd and his hands were rested on his back and he was holding him gently and with that thing Reid would call love and Floyd would call 'confusing sensations.'

The first they realised something was wrong was when the window they were looking out of smashed. Reid let out a yelp of shock and jumped back. Floyd turned slowly and looked at Reid. There was a small trickle of blood running down between his eyes. He went down to his knees then slumped sideways as something else hit his head.

Reid started to scream. He threw him self at Floyd and shielded him from further damage but he could feel that Floyd had stopped moving.

SWAT burst through the fire doors and through the elevator door. Spencer lashed out at them as they ran forwards pointing guns at him. Pressing a hand gun to the back of his head.

"What happened?" A small choking voice.

"He ate your neighbours. Now get up out of the way or you will join him."

Reid held on tightly to Floyd and when he started again to lash out at them they cracked him around the face with a rifle butt and sent him flying backwards to lay in the shattered glass on Floyd's lovely clean floor.

He watched from clouded eyes as they pulled Flanders hands behind his back and used flexi cuffs on him. They cuffed his feet together and then dragged him from the room by his feet to a van waiting outside. They had been warned to keep him guarded at all times, to only use flexi cuffs on him and to keep replacing them, and they had been warned that a bullet to his brain would probably not kill him. Yet.

Now they came to Reid. Again a gun pointed at his head and he was rolled over onto his back. His chest, hands, arms, face and some of this lower body was smeared in the blood transferred from Floyd's clothing. He knew. He must have know. Reid had normal cuffs slapped across his wrists and was pulled to his feet.

CSU now arrived. They took samples of everything. Including the food Floyd had got out for dinner.

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Aaron got a phone call.

"At last we have that bastard Flanders." It was from a senior SWAT officer Aaron knew well.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Two slugs, one in the forehead, and one behind the ear. His little boyfriend was taken too. Wasn't he once an agent of yours?" And now Hotch could hear the laugher.

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