Escape Plan B

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I wept in my dreams,
I dreamed you were still kind to me;
I awoke, and still
the flow of my tears streams on.

Heinrich Heine

He stood in the ambulance bay looking up at the windows. Somewhere up there was Spence. Spence and Aaron. Together, where he should be. He couldn't sense Morgan around. He sniffed the night air and walked forwards towards the double doors. They slid open in front of him as he walked reluctantly to the elevators. He stood looking at them for a minute then pressed the button and stood waiting. If the lift failed and Daja killed him then it would be the end of his problems – for now – until next time.

The doors pinged open and a woman with a small boy got out. He nodded to them and got in the car. He stood looking at his shaking hand and dirt encrusted fingernails and pressed the button for the floor he needed.

He stood facing the wall and rested his forehead, gently and not so gently smacking it against the metal of the elevator car.

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Reid sat up in the hospital bed awaiting yet another report from the doctors. He was flicking through the comic Derek had left for probably the tenth time and still hadn't actually looked down at it. His eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall. Somewhere in the background he could hear Aaron was talking to him.

"Gideon is on his way. He contacted us. Asking how you are and so well he is on his way."

Reid slid his eyes over to look at Hotch. "I don't want to see him." To the point. His eyes drifted back to the same place on the wall.

Hotch stood up and walked to the side of Reid's bed. "I think it would be good to talk to someone other than Morgan and I."

"I don't want to talk to anyone. I am dealing with it."

Aaron took the comic from Reid's trembling fingers. "Ignoring it isn't dealing with it."

Spencer flopped back onto his pillows and pulled the bedclothes up tighter around him self. "I am not ignoring it Hotch. I am dealing with it internally."

"I need to talk to you both." A voice from the door way caused Reid and Hotch to look. Flanders stood there, the cut on his forehead bleeding again and a nurse standing behind him making a fuss.

"You can't go in there." She was moaning.

"I'll do as I bloody well please. Don't touch me. I don't want to be touched by a hospital floozy."

He left the nurse standing there and walked into the room closing the door behind him.

"Floyd, you are bleeding. What happened?" Reid looked concerned.

Hotch pulled out a bunch of tissues and passed them to Flanders. "It's self inflicted Reid. Don't worry."

"As I said we need to talk."

"About?" Hotch was standing with his back to the window.

"Spence – you – me." He sat on a chair next to Reid and looked into his big sad eyes. "I had nothing to do with what happened. You believe me don't you?"

Reid nodded and fiddled with the bed clothes. "I know."

"I wouldn't hurt you." Flanders looked down at the floor unable to keep his eyes on Spencer's face.

"I didn't think you would." He put a hand out for Floyd to hold but Flanders kept his hands on his knees.

Aaron moved to the chair the other side of Reid. "Why did you come back here to tell us this?"

"I didn't. Not really. It's so complex I don't know where to begin. I just need you to know – both of you. I won't hurt you."

"Floyd what are you talking about?"

Flanders sighed. "I was down on my luck so to speak. I needed money for my next hit. Living in the gutter – renting myself out for money or drugs. Then someone came and offered me a way out. You need to understand at the time I was flying. I didn't know what I agreed to."

Reid and Hotch made matching frowns. "Keep going." Hotch muttered. He put a hand over Reid's for his own comfort as much as Spencer's.

"It was a long time ago. I had never met you. I didn't know you. I had no idea this would happen but I can't go back on it. I made a deal."

"Who – who did you make a deal with Floyd? To d d do what?"

"With Daja." Flanders stood up and walked over to the window and stuffed his hands deep into his big long coat. "If I had known at the time – if I had known what he was going to ask me to do – but I won't hurt you." He pressed his palms against the glass and could feel the pull from below. He was there waiting. He was not going to let them leave. Best get it over with. At least his way was painless. He pushed his hands back into his deep pockets and wrapped his hand around something. Walking slowly he moved to be behind Aaron.

"I really fell for you Spence. All the photographs I took, all the hours standing around so I could follow you, it was all a pleasure. It stopped feeling like something I was being told to do, and it became a hobby."

Flanders stabbed the auto injector into the side of Aaron's neck. It was quick and it was painless. Hotch jumped slightly then slid back onto the chair. His hand suddenly going limp in Reid's.

Spencer tried to shout out to alert someone, to get some help but all he managed was a small squeak before Flanders was at his side with another injector in his hand. "It doesn't hurt. I promise you. I would never hurt you. It will just make you sleep."

Reid's hand was going for the emergency button as Floyd took hold of it and put the pale hand gently to his mouth. "Don't struggle Spence. Just let me do this."

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Reid saw Hotch suddenly slump, and he felt the hand fall away from his. His stomach twisted in tight knots as he opened his mouth to call for help and his hand groped around for the emergency call button. Floyd put his hard calloused hand over his and held tightly with one hand. He felt a slight sting in the side of his neck as the room suddenly span and went black. Then silence.

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Daja stood in the corridor and smiled as he watched Flanders carry Reid out of the room and towards the fire exit doors. The whole floor of the hospital seemed devoid of staff. The two armed guards were slumped with broken necks in the corner. He carefully carried Reid through the doors and up the stairs. It was an arduous task. Reid didn't weigh as much as a man his height should, but he still felt heavy after the fifth floor. He sat on the landing with Spencer laying across his lap. He didn't want to do this. He couldn't do this. He quickly pushed Reid off his lap and onto the landing and opened the door out onto the ward corridor. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for and was soon back pushing a wheel chair.

A voice hissing next to him "What are you doing?"

"Go away Daja, I am retracting the deal. I don't want to do it." He put his hand out and pushed the small dark clothed man out of the way.

"Take him now. Have him now. He is warm. Take him. He won't know. He didn't know when I had him. Sweet boy." Daja ran a finger over Spencer's sleeping face.

"Leave us Daja. Put me back in the gutter. I was alright there. I was coping."

"Throw him off the roof!" Daja was rubbing his hands together. "For me. Then I will let you go and you can go back to the hell I found you in if that is what you want."

Flanders pushed the chair out onto the ward and towards the elevators. A nurse started to walk his way. There was still blood encrusted on his forehead, and he was sweating and breathing in quick panicky breaths. "He fainted." He said to the nurse and hurried to the doors and pressed the button.

Reid was vaguely aware that Floyd was carrying him somewhere. He felt him put him down then lift him again and sit him in a chair. He could hear him talking to someone. Someone from his nightmares. He heard the ping of the elevator and felt the forwards movement of the chair. He tried to move. He tried to alert someone, but he just sat with his head tipped back and his eyes shut. Waiting for the end and thinking.

'He said he wouldn't hurt me.'

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