Chapter 11

The Movies

A/N: SMALL AMOUNT OF MILD SLASH WARNING!!

Whom computers would destroy, they must first drive mad: - anon

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

The room was almost square. The longer

edges of the room had a bunk against each. There was approximately three foot separating them and enough room at the end of the room for partition wall and a chemical toilet the other side of it. There was also a plumbed in washbasin. There was no window, but there was the continual whirring sound of an air vent. The room was pale green. The bedding was old and stained and worn but it was clean.

They carried Reid in and dropped him face down on the bunk that didn't have someone sitting on it. The other person was handed a tube of cream and a cloth.

"Antiseptic cream."

A nod from the guy with long hair tied back.

"I don't want him getting scarred. Look after him."

"Does he have a name?"

A shrug and the door was closed again.

A sigh and he got up and walked the washbasin. He wet the cloth and took it back to where they had dumped the new boy. He assumed was a new boy. They had given him his inaugural whipping and it didn't look very nice. Ardal sat next to Reid and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey are you awake?" No reply and no movement except the slow and steady rise and fall of his back as he breathed. He placed the cloth on Reid's back and slowly started to wipe away the blood so he could see where to put the cream. Why they did this to the new ones he never really understood.

"They should have been more gentle mate….sorry about this." Slowly he cleaned the mess off Spencer's back and then made his way down to his lower regions. Careful not to touch or make it seem in any way sexual he cleaned Reid as much as he could. "One damned tube of cream to cover this mess? They are kidding me I hope."

He was as gentle as he could be. The poor guy was obviously in a state of shock or had been whipped unconscious – either way Ardal didn't want him to suddenly start to freak out. The room was too small for him to be able to fight off a mad naked newbie. Once he had sorted that out he pulled a robe down off a peg on the wall and lay it over him.

"Talk to you later then whoever you are. Nearly time for me to go to work." He stood by the door and wiped his hand over the back of his mouth and waited for them to come and get him.

-o-o-o-

Hotchner looked around the depleted bull pen and sighed. The only thing going on right now was Garcia working on the tapes and videos. Morgan was helping her. Rossi was busy trying to track down an old 'friend' who had 'connections' which might help. JJ was in her office.

A light tap on the door and Hotch walked in. "Busy?" He asked JJ who was looking very tired.

She did a slow nod. "Same as always."

"Take a break. I want you to go and check up on Prentiss – she called in and said she had an accident and hurt her head. Just go over there and make sure she's going to be alright. She's far more likely to tell you than me."

JJ nodded. She knew it was Hotch's way to get her from out behind the desk for a while. He worried about her. He didn't like working with a pregnant woman. It just didn't feel right. It felt unsafe. On the other hand he didn't want to patronise her and as they weren't doing anything that JJ could help with right now this was the best option – as Hotch could see it. He did want someone to make sure Emily was alright. She seemed to have been acting strangely lately.

They had all been acting strangely lately. He wondered if he should call Reid and then changed his mind and found himself walking back to his office.

-o-o-o-

Garcia sat back and took a break sipping at her coffee. "Thanks for the drink." She said to Derek still a long way off from her normal bubbly self. She took her glasses off again and leaned back. "You know what I could go for right now?"

"What's that babygirl?" Morgan's eyes felt sore from watching the videos with Pen. He had no idea how she could do this all day…it would kill his sight. Then he looked at her glasses on the desk and smiled to himself.

"A shoulder rub."

As her computer pinged to let her know there was a new stream for them to look at Morgan got up. Garcia pressed the button on the keyboard and a new lot of images appeared for them. All Garcia could see was a dark smudge without her glasses on and Morgan's attention was all on the lovely shoulders of Penelope. They didn't see the new subject being whipped until the blood ran down his back. They didn't see the way he stood still for them and let them touch and manhandle him in any way they pleased. They didn't see the slightly familiar flop of his hair as his body did an involuntary buck of pleasure. They actually didn't look up again until the recording stopped and her screen went back to its standard blue with the logo in the middle.

Morgan sat down and Pen sat and finished her coffee. "I really need a break from this. I'm going out for a long lunch." She slipped her glasses back on and smiled. "Thank you. I do feel a lot better for that."

-o-o-o-

JJ had a feeling that she wasn't going to get an answer from Emily. Her car wasn't in the parking bay and she wasn't answering her cell or home phone. Something was wrong. She still tired though. She pressed the buzzer to Emily's apartment but wasn't surprised when there was no answer. She pulled out her phone and speed dialled Hotch.

"She's not here. Her car's not here. She's not answering the door."

Hotch told her to come straight back again and on the way by Rossi's office popped in. "I think we have a problem." He then carried on to Garcia's bunker. She was just putting her shoes on and having a little joke with Morgan when Hotch walked in. He looked at her shoes and at Morgan and then back at Garcia. "Something going on here?"

"OH! Oh! No no…my feet were sore. Can I help you sir?"

"I need a trace on Prentiss car as soon as possible." He slid his hands into his trouser pockets.

"Emily? Is there something wrong? Yes – yes or you wouldn't be asking me. Right on it sir. Uh Morgan I am fine now. Thank you." She did however hand him her now empty mug for a fresh brew.

She sat down and clicked away from the videos they had been watching and pulled up all the information she needed to get a trace on Emily's car. It didn't take long. It was in a large town a few hours drive to the north. She gave Hotch the information and sat back down again. The thought of going out and having a big lunch was gone from her mind now…She was worried about Prentiss. Everyone was acting so crazy lately. She accepted the coffee from Derek with a thank you.

"I'm off for a while Princess. You take care."

She smiled at Derek and clicked back to the videos. The next one had arrived to watch and so she clicked onto it to watch. A blond guy curled up in a ball being kicked. Not her idea of fun….but it was making someone a lot of money.

-o-o-o-

They pulled him into a shed and left him laying on the hard packed floor. Then one of them picked up a length of twine and rolled him onto his front. His hands he took and tied tightly behind his back.

"What you doing that for? He's not gonna get up and walk away. He aint go no brains."

Bo gave him a sideways look. "Doesn't stop you now does it? Just leave him. See if he bleeds again tomorrow."

"Might've been seepage."

"Yeah. Might have been."

They covered him with a tarpaulin and locked the door behind them.

Blessed peace at last. He wanted – needed to heal but now he knew Reid needed it. He was going to have to just try to stay like this for as long as possible. What the hell sort of trouble had Spencer got him self into anyway. Cos on one hand Floyd could feel his pain and the other – well it was making him really wish he had the use of at least one hand.

-o-o-o-

She eventually stopped crying. She felt a mess…she was sweaty and sticky and she was covered in bits of hair. Emily ran her hand over what was left of her hair and then looked at the small alarm clock. She should eat and have a drink – and she definitely should shower..

Again she was standing in the bathroom. She ignored the hair in the washbasin and stripped off. She shook her clothes out wildly trying to get rid of the nasty itchy bits and then placed them on the shelf where the towels where. She then turned on the shower and stepped in under the water. The dressing on her head came loose but she didn't care. She let it come out and then washed all the much from her hair with the motel shampoo. It stung like hell but it felt good. It felt good to be able to feel it. To be able to feel something.

She soaped and rinsed all over and listened to her grumbling stomach. This time when she got out of the shower she was more careful. She held tightly onto the wall and dried herself quickly then got dressed back in the slightly grubby shorts and vest she had been in for what felt like forever. She looked at her self in the mirror and laughed.

"Emily Prentiss – what do you look like!" She left the bathroom with a smile on her face to find the sandwich and drink she had got from the machine. Egg mayo was not her favourite filling and after eating half of it she threw the rest away. The drink of coke went down a treat though. It felt like her whole body screamed a giant 'thank you' as it hit her system.

She felt revitalised and ready to go and see if Reid had been looking for her.

The small reception area had a rack of baseball caps. Emily picked one up and placed it on the counter. A nice black hat to cover her massacred hair.

"Hey." The guy behind the counter smiled at her. "What happened to your hair?"

She smiled. "I fancied a change. Has anyone been looking for me?"

Emily frowned when she got a shake of the head. "Sorry Miss no one."

She stuck the hat on her head and tried a smile. "Please tell me I don't look completely stupid."

The guy smiled back. "You look like a darling. I will take any messages I get for you. Room ten?"

She nodded and left and had not a clue what to do now. Should she assume he carried on without her? Or did something go wrong with whatever it was he was doing and for the first time in her life she was gasping for a cigarette. Prentiss eventually walked a bit down the road and found a small bar. She could wait here – have a drink – of coke – and then some junk in a bag….and then go back and see if he had arrived yet. She looked over at the cigarette machine and with a puzzled expression walked over to it. "Fine fine I will have a smoke for you – anything else you require?" She muttered to herself.

-o-o-o-

Spencer woke up again not knowing where he was. His back felt stiff and uncomfortable but it didn't hurt. He turned so he could see the room he was in. He was on a bed and there was one just a short way off which was empty, but the bedding was disturbed as though someone had been sitting there. A bath robe type thing had been laid over him and so he slipped his arms in and pushed himself up to sit. It was at this point that the door opened and someone walked in.

Spencer saw a stunningly good looking guy a bit shorter than himself. His hair was tied back but bits had fallen out in wavy ringlets around his face. He had what looked from where Spencer was to have very green eyes and a big smile.

"Hey – you're awake now."

Reid just stared at him. Then looked away as his roomie walked to use the toilet.

"I'm Ardal. You have a name?"

Reid slowly shook his head, not sure what to say and wondering why his mind had gone completely blank.

Not completely – there was one thought still there and it wasn't one he would normally be having.

"You don't have a name or you don't want to tell me?"

"Spencer."

A nod. "You could have made something up you know. Spencer – nice to meet you. You are new here?"

"Y yes. What is this place?"

"It's a bit like a commune. But our payment for the job is that we get to fuck. Pretty good huh?"

"Oh." Reid's hands were twisting in his lap and his eyes suddenly went huge as once again the Floyd part of him wanted to take over. He quickly lay back down again and rolled onto his side.

'Come on babes help me out here.'

Spencer forced his hands away from his groin area and wrapped them tightly around him. "I think I need to sleep."

"Well make the most of it. A pretty boy like you will get lots of work."

Ardal looked at the back of his new roomie and sighed. He too was worn out from his games he just had to play and he flopped down on his bed and pulled covers up over himself. "Night then Spencer."

And the lights slowly dimmed.

"Night." He mumbled back.

It was screaming that woke Ardal up. He turned to look at the person on the other bed who was curled up tightly facing the wall and howling out names of people.

"Spencer?" He sat up and watched for a short while before deciding that Reid was having a nightmare or a really bad trip….either way he couldn't lay there and watch. He pushed his covers off and got out of bed. He placed a hand on the shoulder of the shaking shouting person. His gown thing was drenched with sweat and just with that one hand on him he could feel the way his heart was racing in a panicked nightmare. "Hey Spencer wake up." A small shake of the shoulder, but it got him no results. He sat down on the bed and ran a slow hand down Reid's knobbly spine. "Spencer." This time his voice was low. He wasn't sure if he wanted to wake him up or not now. Carefully he lay down behind Reid and put an arm around him. "It's OK Spencer." He whispered.

Reid felt the hot breath on the back of his neck…He thought maybe that he had been having a bad dream or something. He awoke suddenly to feel an arm around him and yes – the hot breath on the back of his neck.

The Spencer part of him wanted to pull away and tell this stranger to leave him alone. However the Floyd in him was shouting and hollering over that. 'take him Spencer….give me something back.'

Slowly Reid uncurled from the way he had been laying. The hand which was resting on his chest started to move and the fingers drew circles around his nipples. The hot breath returned as Ardal spoke again. "Hey – are you OK?"

He didn't answer but he rolled over onto his back and looked up at the dim ceiling.

"Be careful of your back." A Caring voice.

"My back? My back is fine." Spencer now turned to look into the face of the person who had climbed into his bed. "What are you doing in my bed?" A simple question.

"You were having a nightmare. Shouting out names of people."

"Ah – which names?"

"Floyd mainly – but Hotch too and Tobias."

"Oh – well they are – were friends." Now Reid rolled over so that he was facing Ardal.

"Your lovers?"

"No – well yes and no. Not really." Spencer put a finger on the end of Ardal's nose. "Roll over." He not a raised eyebrow as an answer. "Please?"

He rolled over and put a hand out pulling open the drawer in the small cupboard between the beds. He pulled a tube of something out and passed it back to Spencer. "They keep us well stocked up here."

Spencer took the lube from Ardal and smiled at it. "I don't use lube." He threw it across the room.

If Ardal had known Reid better. If he had spent more than a few hours with him before climbing into his bed he might have noticed how Spencer's tone changed and he might have been better prepared for the biting and scratching and the tearing into him with such force he thought he was going to explode. Reid was shouting out incomprehensible words to some long forgotten god as one hand held Ardal's hip and the other was in his hair pulling his head back so that Spencer could get his teeth into the white flesh. Biting and sucking and licking at the skin which he had to be oh so careful not to break.

And at the point that Ardal thought it was done…laying there on his side with so many thoughts going through his mind at the same time most of them along the lines of - 'Oh my god!' He felt Spencer move away and grab him by the shoulders and roll him onto his back.

Reid's lips came down and brushed against the pale mouth of his latest partner. "My turn." He spoke the words directly into the slightly open mouth and then licked his lips in anticipation.

And as Spencer lowered himself down and as Ardal bucked and writhed and cried out and his hands seemed to be all over this new strange person and Spencer's body was arched back and they dripped sweat onto each other and they shared bodily fluids…………..

-o-o-o-

A strange noise was heard.

The two younger woodsmen sat at the table listening to their Pa talk to them about something he had heard on the radio.

It was a howling sound.

"What in the bejezus was that?"

The two brothers looked at each other.

"Pa." Bo began…and told his dad of the accident they had in the woods.

"He caint be alive boys." Pa was shaking his head. "No with no brains."

The brothers got up and walked to the window. "He sure bled though Pa and now all the noise. That's him Pa. It's a damned devil of a monster in the shed."

"Well sounds like the damned devil found something to screw." Pa picked up his shot gun. "Stay here. I'll check it out."