Lure

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Emily pulled the tape up and ducked under it into the front of the building. The officers looked over towards her.

"Prentiss." She said and flashed her badge. "What can you tell me happened here?"

"Who called you lot in?" The tall blonde officer started to walk towards her.

"This is part of a current investigation. So what happened?"

"Well," he started. "They came in and shot the woman over there, then beat and restrained the guy at the counter. Then he other guy they take with them."

Emily was looking around the room. "Security tapes."

"Yes m'am."

"Can I see them. Now?"

"This way m'am." He started to walk to the back of the small shop area. "Don't fancy the chances of the one they took with them." Emily gritted her teeth but said nothing.

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Flanders got a cab home. He could feel his back was bleeding and seeping through the clothing he had on. He didn't care. He needed to get to his car and drive somewhere and find him. He had no idea how or where, he just knew if he stayed and did nothing the guilt would be with him forever. First though he had to get something to take the pain away he was in. He knew someone to call to get something, but was that just sliding down the slope it had taken so long to climb up from?

He paid the cabby and limped to his car. The back of his shirt sticking to the blood on his back. He was just about to get in the car when a police officer suddenly called out to him

"Excuse me sir. Where do you think you are going?"

"Out."

"That car is evidence."

"That car is mine and I am going for drive."

"I am sorry sir, but I cannot permit you to take that vehicle. There has been a homicide here. That vehicle is evidence."

Flanders could feel a rage building up inside of him. Something he rarely felt, but when he did he found it hard to control and right now he was finding it very hard.

"Listen to me you stupid son of a bitch. This is my SUV and if I want to fly it to the moon I will. You and your jumped up pathetic uniform won't stop me." He opened the car door.

Flanders heard the whisper of a gun leaving a holster. He stopped and turned to look at the cop pointing a gun at him. "You are going to shoot me for driving my own car out side my own house in my own driveway? Do you know how much I will sue your sorry arse for?"

He saw three more cops rounding the corner from the back of his house with guns raised.

"Step away from the vehicle!"

Floyd took a step back. "Fine, fine have it your own way. Get me a replacement." He pushed the car door shut again.

An un-uniformed detective with gun still raised walked over towards him. "Flanders?"

"Yes. I am Flanders. I need you to release this vehicle to me. I need to go."

"I am very sorry sir, there is evidence in the vehicle we need to check first. You will need to use another."

Flanders stared at the silly little man for a moment. "Another. You think I have a stock of cars hidden in my garage?"

The officer shrugged.

Floyd walked off in the direction of his four car garage at the side of the house. A few minutes later he was screeching away in a small red sports car.

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Reid could smell the dogs breath on his face. He couldn't lean on the sides of the cage or they would attack him. He had to sit as central as the bindings holding him to the side of the cage would let him. He had to think. What should he be doing? He should be coming up with a plan, but all he could do was think about the dogs and the teeth and in his mind he could hear them ripping at his flesh. He wanted to lay down and hug himself in the way he did to help keep his body safe, but he couldn't do that. He wanted to feel the comfort of arms holding him, even if they were his own but he couldn't do that either. They knew who he was and was not expecting his future to be a happy one.

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The team stood together and looked at the security tape. They saw the two men arrive and shoot the woman, and then watched them beat up on the man at the counter and restrain him. They then watched Reid walk in. They watched the blurry images of the gun being pointed at him and being restrained. They saw how he had been so easily disarmed. Emily sighed and they saw them taking his badge and look at it.

Morgan was kicking the wall and cursing as they watched him getting pistol whipped and tied up. They watched them use Reid's gun to finish off the man laying on the floor at the counter and they saw one of them pick Reid up and leave the building.

"Now what? We have no idea where they are now!"

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It was raining. He could feel it. Cold on his back, small drops at first then slightly more and then a thick sheet of driving hard rain. The dogs howled and the sky got dark and Spencer knelt in his cage shivering and wet his hair hanging down over his face. This at least was a form of comfort. He could hide behind his hair and in the rain his tears wouldn't show. The two guys hadn't come back to torment him. They had just left him here like one of the animals. He thought of the half mad rabid animals he was surrounded by and wondered if this is what they had in mind for him too. Why him? It was someone else's turn to be abused and hurt and rejected. Reid rested his head on his outstretched arms and closed his eyes. Hopefully when he opened them again it would all be over.

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He used the phone in the car.

"It's me. I need something in a rush – Yes I know what I said. – Yes I know. – I have the cash are you going to help me or not." A long pause as he listened. "Something for pain. – Yes I know that." Another pause. "I don't care just get me something – Yes. Thanking you." He cut off the call and carried on driving down into the city.

He drove slowly down the small side street looking out for his man. He never got out of his vehicle. He paid a lot for this pleasure, things were done his way or not at all. The guy was where he usually was. Flanders slowed down and stopped and the dealer walked over to the red car.

"Nice ride. New?"

"Not here to chat about my car. Where is my stuff?"

The dealer passed over 4 twists of something and held out his hand. Flanders slapped a wad of cash in his hand. He thought. "Count it. You should always count it." Foot on the accelerator and he was off. He pulled over into the parking lot next to a park. There were public restrooms here. He sighed and pulled a small bag out of the glove compartment. It had just started to rain when he walked into the small prefabricated building.

Flanders knew straight away something had gone wrong. His head span as his vision started to fade. Fire in his brain. He managed to unlock the door of the stall he was in and crawl out towards the door to the park. He would kill that bastard dealer. He really would.

It was raining hard in the thick darkness when Joe Reddick walked into the men's restrooms at the park and saw the man with the long dark hair laying on the floor with a nose bleed, his hands twitching slightly and drool coming from his mouth.

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It was pitch black now and although the rain had mostly stopped it hadn't alleviated the cold and fear. The dogs were again throwing themselves at the bars. He was afraid to close his eye in case he fell asleep. He was afraid to keep them open because he didn't want to see what he could.

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Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss sat around the table. JJ was organising press in an alert to find Reid. Garcia had the video pictures of the men who had taken Reid and was putting them through her face recognition program. It wasn't long before she joined the team at the table.

"I have their names." She said as she sat at the table with her lap top. "Benny Tenold – thirty five African American. Lived in care homes. Spent five years in juvey for petty theft and violence – he moved onto car theft, burglary and the he held up a late night store. He has also been convicted of GBH and animal cruelty. Pepe Randolph same age, started his career with peeping and GBH. Says here he is on the sex offenders register. He tried to strangle his lover, probably in some sexual fantasy. He spent five years inside at the same time as Tenold which is where they became firm friends. Tenold is definitely the brains and the more stable of the two."

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When they grabbed him by his hair and cut the binders he let out an involuntary scream. He had wanted to stay silent. Now they knew. Now they were aware of his fear and they laughed. They took him barefoot through the mud and pushed him through the door of a shack next to the kennels. They sat him down on a chair next to the old log burning stove and one of them stood behind him whilst the other stood in front.

"We don't want to have to kill you." Reid looked at him with big eyes. "But you see our dilemma, we can't let you go either. My friend here wants to beat you to a pulp with his fists and feed you to the dogs, but I was wondering if you might actually be of some use to us. Financially beneficial."

"They are looking for me." He whispered in reply.

"Well this is good. Let them look. I am sure they will pay handsomely for the return of darling Dr Spencer Reid."

"They won't do that." He muttered again.

The voice from behind. "Can I smack him around then?"

The big guy in front of Reid rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "Do what you want Pepe. Get rid of it."