Potentially Fatal

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William Kammeraad-Campbell once said: A level of despair is reached, where people are willing to die to punish their tormentors.

Reid heard the elevator doors whoosh shut and felt a hand taking his. "Spence, I know you can hear me. It's all going to be alright. I promise. I wont let Daja take you – have you – kill you." He felt the hand squeezing his and he tried again to move his head or blink or anything, but all he managed was a slight movement of the lips. Flanders must have seen as he ran a finger over Reid's mouth. "I know you must be afraid. I could do anything to you now. Anything I wish, but I want you to trust me Spence. I said I wouldn't hurt you. I mean it. I couldn't hurt something as precious as you."

A small sound. A breath slightly harder than the others, but nothing else.

He tried to scream. He put all his effort into it, he could feel the sweat breaking out on his brow in the effort, but nothing. He felt the elevator slow and he heard the ping of the door opening and the sound of busy people moving around the reception, and he heard a familiar voice. Not far away. 'Look my way, please I am over here.'

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"I am looking for Dr Reid. He is here as a patient."

"Your name sir?"

"Gideon – Jason Gideon."

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The voice faded as the chair was pushed away and towards the main doors. 'Someone help me please.'

The sudden rush of air made his fingers twitch and his toes curl. He was still just wearing his hospital robes. Flanders pushed the chair towards the car parking area talking to Reid the whole time. "It's ok. I know you are afraid, but there is no need to be. It will all be over soon. I am going to sort it with Daja." A beep beep sound meant Floyd had unlocked the door of the silver SUV and now Spencer could feel gentle hands. Gentle hands which were going to destroy him. Gentle hands lifting him into the front passenger position. He felt the restraint going around him and heard the click of the harness being secured.

Flanders folded the chair he had purloined and put it in the trunk. He wasn't sure how long this drug would work for. After wrapping a blanket around Reid he started up the car and left the hospital grounds heading for home.

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Gideon got permission to go and visit Reid. His name had been added to the list. He got in the elevator and pressed the correct button. When he stepped out at the right floor he noticed that all hell had broken loose. He just failed to realise how literal that thought was. The dead guards had been found, and Aaron had been discovered obviously drugged and out for the count on a chair in Reid's room. Dr Reid however had gone. They were attempting to bring Hotch around and taking blood tests and looking in his mouth to try to ascertain what it was had been used. His pupils were responsive and they were sure he could hear, but he couldn't move.

Jason sat next to him and held his hand "I got here as soon as I cool Aaron. I am sorry. I need to find Reid. I will call Haley." Still nothing but somehow Gideon saw a look of terror cross Aaron's face. "No Haley then, I will go and find Spencer. You are in good hands."

He wanted to stay with Hotch to make sure his old friend he had left in the lurch was going to be alright, but nursing staff were gently guiding him away from Hotch anyway "He will be fine. The drug will soon wear off." He knew they couldn't say that. How would they know if they had no idea what it was that was used. He had an idea though, and the thought scared him. No one seemed to have seen anything, but the sight of Morgan and Prentiss running down the corridor was comforting. At least he would get access to information now.

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By the time the SUV pulled up outside his house Spencer was able to wiggle his fingers again and his eyes were just about open. His mind though was clouded in a fog. Flanders noted that the black and white which had been there earlier was now gone. Daja must have got rid of it. He got out of the vehicle got the chair out of the trunk then moved to the passenger side and opened the door next to Spencer.

"Hey, we are here now. How's it going? Getting any movement back yet?" a quick blink was his reply. "Good." Again the need to scream for help as he felt Floyd's finger pushing his hair off his face. "You are quite beautiful you know." He smiled at Spencer and after releasing the safety belt lifted him out and placed him carefully in the chair. "Trust me." He said again and secured Reid into the chair.

With his head still tipped back and his eyes hardly open all Spencer could see was the night sky. A small tear of frustration ran down his cheek un-noticed. He was taken though the front entrance of the house. It was almost pitch dark. Spencer wanted to ask Floyd to put a light on. Anything so he didn't have to sit there looking up at the endless shadows on the ceiling. They went past the stairs and into an even darker hallway beyond where they made a left and kept walking into impossible darkness. He tried to call out to Floyd to ask him to stop. No this isn't what Gideon would have done. This would never have happened to him in the first place but he managed a soft moaning sound from the back of his throat. A sound Floyd heard and reacted to.

"Spence it's OK. You are with me now. I will protect you. I promise I won't hurt you. It will all be over soon." Then the chair was being moved again. Reid tried to wiggle his toes and fingers. He tried to lick his lips and bite on his bottom lip. He needed so desperately to wrap his arms around himself in his protective shielding way he had but his hand lay unmoving and limp by his sides.

Reid could tell he had been moved into a very small space, and he could now feel Floyd's breath on his ear. "Service elevator – all the best places have them." And he gently licked the bit of skin just below Reid's ear.

'Oh god someone find me. Please know where I am!'

With a clunking grating noise they slowly moved up to the next floor of the house.

"Second floor, Games room, bedchambers, and bathrooms. Our floor my sweet." And the chair was dragged out backwards into a large empty room. "Not much of a games room I know, but Daja is very strict on who I am permitted to bring home. That in effect is nobody. But never mind. I have you now." He pushed the chair out of the empty room and down yet another dark corridor. He pushed the chair right down to the end of the passage and through a door to the left. It was Flanders room.

Reid could feel Floyd's arms around him pulling him out of the chair and carrying him to a bed in the centre of the room. "Wait there. Going to get you a change of clothes – don't want them finding you dressed like that." The hand gently brushing against Floyd's made him stop and look down. "Spence, don't worry."

Spencer lay on the huge bed looking at the canopy above him. In another time. In another universe this would have been a dream. But this had twisted and become a nightmare. He was at last able to move his fingers and he had managed to lick his lips. His toes he could wiggle but it was all too slow in coming back to him.

"Floyd." He managed to whisper. He heard rushing feet over floor boards.

"I'm here." Pushing hair off his face so he could see him better. "How are you feeling? I am sorry I did what I did. I needed you away from Aaron, and I knew he wouldn't let me leave alone with you. He's going to be fine though. Don't worry."

"Please Floyd – you don't have to do this."

Flanders slowly started the laborious job of re-dressing Reid in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. "I do need to so this. I have to show Daja." He looked down and smiled. "I remembered to pick out odd socks for you."

"Have to show Daja what?"

"That I care about you."

"You drugged and abducted me."

"I saved you from being thrown off the roof. I had to do that. You wouldn't have come here with me."

"You drugged Aaron."

"I am trying to keep you all safe! Can't you see that? I need Aaron safe."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Nothing. I made a stupid pact with someone a long time ago. The rules seem to have changed. He changed the rules. I don't have to play his game anymore." He stood by the bed holding one of Spencer's hands. "Do you hear me Daja? I won't play. Go and find someone new to torment."

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Gideon and Morgan were in a car heading for the Flanders residence.

There had been nothing to see on the main security cameras, but the ones in the elevator had worked. They watched Floyd take Spencer from the hospital in a wheelchair and their stomachs were in knots of fear.

"I will kill him!" Morgan started over to the way out.

Prentiss was at his shoulder. "Wait. We can't afford to split up and I need to check on Hotch. Don't you go anywhere."

Morgan glanced over at Gideon who looked back and nodded. They waited until Emily had rounded the corner and they left via the elevator to the SUV's waiting outside.

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Daja, a short dark man walked out of the shadows and looked at the scene in front of him. "You need to do it now Floyd. Break the neck. Something quick. Get it over with, but you do need to do it."

"No, I won't do it. You will have to do it yourself."

A curl of the lip a sharp reply. "It needs to be you. You know it has to be you or Aaron, and you so cleverly removed him from the game so you have zero options Floyd. You will do it."

Spencer squeezed Floyd's hand.

"I can't Daja. I can't and I won't."

"You can and you will."

"I would rather die than do your bidding." Floyd stood protectively in front of Reid.

"I will arrange that for you. Finishing you off will be a pleasure. First I need you to take the life of Dr Reid. Then the first pact will be done with and we can move onto the next."

Reid could feel movement slowly returning. He wasn't going to permit this to happen. Whatever it was if he was out of the way then Aaron and Floyd would both be safe. He turned his head slowly to look out of the window. He cant lay here and be slaughtered knowing that it will mean Floyd will follow. He felt confused by the drug, and he tried to go over the episode guide for season one Star Trek, but it was muddled and he couldn't recall the details. He lay and listened to Floyd trying to make yet another deal with Daja. Spencer knew he couldn't let another man die for him. Whatever the circumstances. It wont happen.

He rolled off the bed and on very wobbly legs started to walk over to the newly repaired window.

"Leave him Daja." He said in a shaky voice. "I won't let you do this."

Flanders knew what Reid had planned and a sick knot of panic shot through him. "Spence don't!" He ran to the window and grabbed him to pull him away and felt the glass crack.

Gideon and Morgan stood in the door way looking at Reid and Flanders fighting at the window. Their guns up and ready.

"Get off me Floyd."

"Flanders get away from him." Gideon's voice carried through the dark room.

Floyd turned to face them still holding Reid by the hand who was pushing hard against the cracked glass. "You don't understand!" He put his hand into his pocket and did exactly what he shouldn't have done. He could hear the glass behind him cracking again and Spencer shouting to let him go.

"Floyd let go of me. I know what I am doing." He could feel the sobs travel through his body to his hand, but Floyd was not going to let him go. He was still weakened by the drug. He could keep hold of him.

He could feel a small knife in his pocket and he could feel Daja in the back of his mind. 'Take out the knife. Protect yourself. Use the knife. Stop them.'

Floyd knew he shouldn't. He knew this was a mistake, but Spence was twisting his other hand and trying to pull away. The glass was cracking further, and he was trying to see what Gideon and Morgan were up to. Too much. Too much happening. He looked down and saw the knife in his hand. He drew it up closer to his face to look at it as the first bullet hit him in the chest.

Spencer let out howl of pain and the glass gave way as the second took Flanders in the shoulder.

They fell together. Twisting in the dark.

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