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"No wait" A rising panic, "You are right. I can give you the number you need to call." He was talking too fast and the pitch in his voice was rising. Reid's brain was trying to figure out the right things to say to at least keep him in the shack and not out in the dark.
"Why would I want to talk to someone? I have what I want right here."
"Please, you don't have to do this. I don't know where we are, you – you could t t take me somewhere. Let me g go."
Pepe looked down at Reid who was sitting twisting his hands in front of him. "Let you go? Where is the fun in that?" a big gold toothed grin.
Spencer looked up at him with big eyes. These two men were totally different. He could tell Pepe was the follower, but he couldn't work out why they hadn't killed him back at the gas station. What would Gideon be doing? What would he be saying? Why couldn't he think of the smart things to say? The only thing he could think of was they were going to kill him and he was not going to fight it. He wouldn't give them the pleasure of killing him begging.
"Get up and come with me FBI man. I gonna show you what pain feels like." He grabbed Reid's hair and pulled him to his feet and pushed him out of the door into the dark wet night.
He heard behind him Benny call out. "And make sure you get rid of it properly this time."
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Hotch's phone bleeped. He looked up at the team sitting around the table and took the call. It was from the local PD. He put it on speaker.
"Hotchner."
"I have you here as a contact if we have anything to report of a Floyd Flanders."
Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia looked over at the cell Hotch was holding.
"Carry on."
"He is only semi conscious but babbling on about a Dr Reid and knowing where he is. Thought I should let you know."
A hand tightened on his cell phone. Morgan stood up. Prentiss sighed. Garcia stood up with Morgan and fiddled with the cuff of her shirt and JJ pulled a face.
"Where is he now?"
"I had him brought down the station." The detective gave the address and the roundtable room emptied.
Garcia put a hand on Morgan's arm. "You will find him babes. It will be alright." He turned to look into Garcia's damp eyes.
"Yeah we will find him." He put his hand on her cheek. "Keep checking out those names sweetheart. See if you can get us an address or any clues of location."
"I'm already on it." She put her hand over Derek's smiled and turned to return to her bunker.
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Flanders sat at a table in another interview room in another PD in another world. All he could think of was Spence. That was all his brain would let him think about. He put his head on the table and closed his eyes. He could see him. He could see what was happening, and he was stuck here. He needed to help him. He turned his head so he was resting his forehead on the old wood and banged it gently. Then he banged it harder. Then he did it again. He needed to clear this shit from his mind. He needed to kill his dealer. He needed to find Spence and get him away from the dogs. How did he know there were dogs? He could hear them howling in the back of his mind.
A hand on his shoulder. "Flanders, don't do that." A stern voice. He continued to smack his forehead on the table.
"Flanders!" and a hand on the back of his shirt collar. "Stop that, you are bleeding! Hey some help in here!"
More hands on him now pulling him away from the table. He bent forwards and put his head in his hands.
And now a voice he recognised. "Flanders? What's going on?" and to talking to someone else "What the hell happened to his face?" It was Hotch.
Floyd turned and looked at the Federal Agent. "You have to go and get him. They are killing him! I will take you there." and he was on his feet swaying.
Morgan took his arm and pushed him down to sit again. "How do you know where he is?"
Swiping at Derek's hand. "Don't you touch me." then wiping blood out of his eyes. "You will be too late." His voice was suddenly subdued.
Hotch motioned Morgan to stand back and crouched down in front of Flanders. "What do you know?"
He looked up into Hotch's eyes. "I had a bad trip."
"I know, what has this got to do with Reid?"
"I saw him. I know where he is. The dogs."
Morgan kicked the back of Flanders' chair. "You got us wasting our time on your druggy visions? Is this what you are telling us?"
Floyd stood again, still swaying. "I saw him. I saw the dogs. I want to check it out."
Hands on both shoulders. "You can't go anywhere. You are still tripping man."
"The old west road. Going north. It's up there in the woods. Check it out. Find him Hotch. Quickly – Actually no – get me a map. I will show you."
"I want you to tell me what you know and how you know it." Hotch talking quietly to the man with the blood dripping down his face and still wearing the clothes he had on when he was pushed from the window. He smelt funny and looked deranged.
Flanders turned to look over his shoulder. "Get your hands off me, you son of a whore." He spat at Derek.
Hotch tried to engage Floyd again with a calm voice, and motioning Morgan to stand back a bit. "We will get you a map. Sit down so we can talk."
"Get – me – a – map!" and Flanders was shouting pushing Hotch back out of the way and making for the door in a very wobbly line.
"Floyd! Sit. We are getting you a map." Hotch turned to the guard on the door. "Get his man something to clean his face up with will you?" He needed a coherent answer from this man. If he knew where Reid was - if he had done anything to him, Hotch would personally tear this Flanders' head off.
"And a map." Floyd muttered as he returned to his chair. He stood and stared at Morgan. "Why did you do that to him?"
Morgan looked over at Aaron and shook his head. "Don't know what he is talking about." And it was at that point he jumped on Morgan. It didn't last long. Flanders was on front with his arm twisted up behind his back and Morgan kneeling on him before he could blink. "What the hell's got into you?" Morgan slapped Floyd across the back of his head and stood up off him. "Get up. We have the map."
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Still holding onto Reid's hair he pulled him away from the kennels and towards some rough ground. There was a small row of dirt mounds and a big heap of rubbish.
Spencer looked around desperately for a way to escape. They were in the middle of nowhere. He was barefoot and his head hurt.
"Kneel." It was a command.
"No."
"I want to see you begging."
A small shake of the head.
"No."
His head was pulled forwards and downwards. "Kneel."
Reid pulled at the hand holding his hair. "Don't. I won't beg."
"You will wish you had." He let go of Spencer's hair and this was the chance he had been waiting for. He moved quickly and started to run.
One stride and he was tripping of things on the ground.
Two strides and someone had grabbed the back of his shirt.
He never got as far as the third as he felt a hand wrap around his neck, and then another and the pressure started to be applied. Reid felt the downwards push of the hands and the squeezing of the fingers as he was pushed to his knees in the mud. He could see black dots pinging across his vision and a greyness creeping in around the edges. His fingers pulling at the hands around his throat, but making no difference to he pressure Pepe was applying. He could hear the man's hard heavy breathing. Spencer could tell this was exciting him. He needed to stop resisting and it would take the pleasure away. He fingers loosened enough for Reid to take a big gasping breath and then the pressure was applied again with even more force. He noted how Pepe was not actually doing this correctly. It would take a long time to strangle him like this. His thumbs were in the wrong place. The fingers were squeezing in the incorrect position. He tried to calculate how long this would take. How long he had left.
Just as he thought he was going to lose consciousness, again the hands loosened once more. Once more the hands in the hair and this time he was being dragged backwards through the thick mud. Reid put his hands around Pepe's in an attempt to stop this hair being ripped from its scalp. The pain made Reid cry out again.
For a brief moment Reid thought he had let him go but Pepe was just getting in front of Reid to grab hold of his shirt front. "On your feet."
Reid kicked out, but his muddy bare feet didn't really make much impact on the big man who just ignored it and pulled Reid upright. "Stand up or I will rip your face off."
He stood on wobbly legs, his feet sinking into a pile of mud he had been pulled to. A hand moved again up to Reid's neck. "Stand still, and it will be over real quick."
Reid looked into the eyes of the man and gave a slight nod. Then he closed them again and waited. He felt the first blow to the side of the head, and heard an involuntary noise coming from down inside him. He knew this is what Gideon would have done. He knew Gideon wouldn't have begged and he knew Gideon would have accepted his fate. He felt the second blow this time under his chin and he felt his neck snap back a bit too fast. He was thinking 'whiplash' when the world finally went dark.
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Benny came out of the building to see what his partner in crime was up to. "You done over there yet Pepe?" He called.
"Just covering it over." He called back, and waved a shovel in the air for Benny to see. "Go feed the dogs. I will be done soon."
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