Babylon

Emmett: - Why do I always give my heart away to trash?

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.


The next thing Floyd had to do was advertise the goods and the best way to do that was to get the goods out there and seen. He needed to tease the public with the new arrival and he had a wonderful I idea how to do this. All he needed to do now was convince Spence that all was good.

He opened the bedroom door and looked at Reid laying looking up at his reflection. "Babes, fancy a change of scene? Thought we could go out for the night. How you feeling?"

Spencer looked over at Floyd standing smiling in the doorway. "Out? I can hardly walk. Where were you thinking of?"

He came and sat on the bed next to Spence and ran his fingers through Reid's hair. "Just out you know. Nothing illegal I promise. A drink and some music. I'll get you something to wear and help you with that knee."

Reid pushed himself up on one elbow. "I don't think I will enjoy whatever it is you have planned. I am too tired, and these meds are making my head foggy. Please can we leave it?"

'Keep calm Floyd. He just needs persuading.'

"Trust me Spence. You will enjoy it. Let me find you something to wear ok?"

"You always dress me as a clown Floyd. Let me just wear what I am comfortable in. Please." Reid was pushing his way down to the foot of the bed.

"Fine – fine have it your way, cords and short sleeved shirt?" He turned and smiled at Spencer. Really he liked the way Spence dressed, so taking him out dressed like it was quite a pleasure.

"I really could do with a shower first." Looking nervously at Floyd. "If you would help?"

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That evening saw them standing outside a nightclub.

"No Floyd, I can't go in there." Reid looked horrified.

"Why on earth not? You will love it. Just follow me." Floyd took a few steps forward then turned to see Spencer hadn't moved.

"A few reasons why not." Reid was frowning. "I have this thing with my ear. It hurts! The noise in there will probably cause it to start bleeding again. Secondly I am on crutches. I won't make it across the floor without – I don't know –without falling over I suppose!"

Flanders grinned and pulled something out of his pocket, a small leather wallet with a zip along the top. He undid the zip and pulled out a small off white tablet. "Take this – it will take the edge off the pain."

"No! I'm not taking one of your home made things. I'm not going in there Floyd. That's the end of it. Take me home again please."

A hand on his shoulder and lips to his ear. "Spence – for me, please. I need to relax. Let me show you this side of me." The pill put to Reid's lips "Take the fucking pill and stop moaning."

Reid took the small pill between his fingers. "I will have to manage without; I'm not taking this on top of what I am already. These painkillers already make me feel fuzzy headed." He handed the small pill back to Floyd.

"Keep it for now. You might change your mind. In the meantime I will walk behind you. You go first. It's ok Spence. You will have fun."

Reid stood and sighed slipping the pill into his pocket as Floyd went to stand behind him. A hand on each hip and a voice in his ear. "Go Babes."

They walked as a couple towards the doors through the crowds of mostly very obviously not entirely straight men. Floyd was definitely getting his share of looks. Reid's mind so deeply set of trying not to fall over didn't notice the looks the two of them got, nor obviously as Floyd was behind him, he didn't see the looks Floyd was returning. 'Mine. Keep your hands off.'

Floyd ran his tongue over the back of Spencer's neck and they slowly made their way to the main entrance of the club. No money seemed to exchange hands but Reid once again had a look of deep concentration on his face. "Steps Floyd. I don't know if I can get down them." Hoping it was an excuse to go home and get out of this terrible noise. The music was pounding so hard that Spencer really did think it was going to cause irreparable damage to his ear.

The words. "Hold on Babes I will carry you." Were not what he wanted to hear, but it's what he got. Floyd wrapped his arms tightly around Reid's waist and lifted him far enough off the floor to be able to carry him down the few steps to the clubs main floor. Spencer's instincts where to turn around and crawl back out again. This was not his ideal place to be. This was one of the last places on earth he would want to be actually. For Floyd he would try and cope and not be the complete bore he was sure Floyd was expecting.

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Aaron and Derek hammered on the door for a good ten minutes before deciding that either something had happened or Reid wasn't in.

"He's on crutches, where would he go?" Morgan was staring at the door. "I could just kick it in."

Hotch stood back and sighed. He pulled out a gun. He wasn't going to be jumped by Flanders again. "Just be careful."

And with a crack and a heavy foot Morgan had popped Reid's door open. The hallway beyond stood in darkness. Carefully they entered the small apartment ready and expecting Floyd to jump out and try to kill someone, but the place stood in silence. There was no milk in the fridge, but there was a small pile of letters on the doormat. Hotch bent down and picked them up.

"He's not here? Where the hell is he?" He looked over the postmarks. "He hasn't picked up mail in a day or so."

"Son of a bitch! Where has he taken him?" Morgan was looking around for something to hit and take his frustration out on as Hotch flipped open his phone and speed dialled Reid's cell.

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Reid handed Floyd one of his crutches and stood leaning on the wall. The music was pounding and Floyd was standing in front of Spencer almost nose to nose.

After a bit of rummaging Reid produced a vibrating cell phone which was taken from his hands before he could answer it and slipped into Floyd's pocket. He leaned forwards and shouted in Spencer's ear. "No phones Spence. Just us." Then a tongue over the ear and nibbling and sucking on the exposed flesh around Reid's jaw-line, swaying gently side to side to the rhythm of the loud clubbing music, pressing his body against Spencer's.

One of Reid's hands stayed holding the crutch the other found the small of Floyd's back and after a quick pull he had made room for his hand to slide up under Floyds black shirt.

Flanders was being watched. He would bring boys in here often to show them off before either using them and deserting them, or letting money pass hands for some quick fun. This seemed different. This looked like something he was enjoying, and this very act peeked their curiosity. Flanders with someone who he was showing affection to, and it was reciprocated. Definitely something to keep an eye on. A weapon to use against the man who trod over everyone and took what he wanted, but Floyd was so engrossed in what Spencer was now doing with his hand that all sense was gone.

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"It went to voicemail." Hotch stood and looked at his cell phone and then around Reid's abandoned apartment. "Where the hell is he?"

"It's late. Try again in the morning. I will see if Garcia can trace it. If he is using it.." Morgan went into Reid's bedroom and pulled open the wardrobe door.

There wasn't a lot else they could do here. Reid was gone, and there was no sign of where he had been taken. Neither man could imagine Reid in his broken condition would want to leave the comfort of his apartment. Leave his books and belongings. It just didn't seem like a Spencer thing to do and if he had Hotch was sure he would have contacted him. Whatever was going on they were a big step behind and needed to catch up quickly.

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The men's room light flickered.

Spencer let out a groan of delight as he twisted his fingers around Floyd's hair.

Head tipped back, all thoughts of the pain he was in were gone.

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