Sissy

Deckard: - To get this job. I mean, did... did you do, or... or were you asked to do anything lewd... or unsavory, or... or, otherwise repulsive to your... your person, huh?

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Sissy looked at the soft hands and manicured fingernails and wondered where this boy had wondered in from. Obviously hurting and so in need of someone. He didn't seem to know what had happened to his leg. She had asked. Looked like a kneecapping to her so she reasoned he was involved in the sex and drugs scene. That was good, he would know what he was doing and she would provide him with anything he wanted to stick in his veins though it didn't appear he had track marks. Well upon closer inspection not recent ones. An ex-user. Well ex user of that type of drug. He was very obviously on something. She would just experiment with him. If it went wrong, well no skin off her nose, and no one was going to miss one little bit of scum. Even his own didn't want him. Why else would he have been sleeping in the shit behind the bins?

"Kid." She put a friendly hand on his shoulder. "We need to go. You ready?"

He looked up with big wide eyes trying to work out what was going on, but it seemed the harder he tried the more difficult it got to think straight. "Where?"

"I have somewhere. You come back with me. I will care for you. You need someone to look after you with that leg of yours." She pushed his plate and bowl back away from him. "Come on Kiddo. Sissy here will look after you."

Using the bench for leverage he pushed himself up and felt comforting arms of Sissy around him again. "I'm s s sorry."

"Don't be." A smile.

Sissy was about five foot six inches. Neither tall nor short. She had long brown hair which she took up in two plaits and tied at the top of her head. Her eyes a bright blue and her mouth wide and full lipped. Not ugly, but no great beauty either, she was slightly on the heavy side. Normally seen in a long gypsy style skirt and a blouse a bit too small to fit across her chest; she had at some point found an old rabbit fur coat. With her big boots this was how Sissy was dressed today. Broken finger nails scratched at her lice infected head with one hand, the other arm was wrapped around her limping prize.

It was raining again, or still, Reid couldn't remember now. He just knew he was cold and wet and his hair had fallen over his dirty face in a clumpy curtain of slightly wavy dirty hair. They walked together – Sissy introducing her friend to people she knew. Some of them just grunted. Another thing she'd found on the street somewhere. A couple of people stopped though and with a finger under his chin or a fingers wrapped around his hair - lifted his head up so they could see the face of this drowned rat. Big empty eyes looked back at these people.

Sissy lived in the basement of an abandoned apartment block. Mostly people left her alone. Sissy was mostly harmless, and good for favours and getting hold of stuff. She was watched as she took her new acquisition down the slimy steps and through the old broken in door.

It was a single room. The light came in via the gap in the door and the high widow on street level. In one corner was a pile of old newspapers and in another some old blankets. An upturned packing crate was around central and an old broken stool.

"Not much Kid, but better than being out in the rain and people know I am here." She moved her arm from around him and watched as he balanced on his good leg looking blankly around him. All good – all very good. Sissy pulled his wet rain coat off him and hung it to dry on the window hook. It was unlikely it would ever dry properly down in this rat infested hole, but that was the least of Reid's worries right now. She stood and looked at the skinny thing she had brought home. She would have to work on him a bit if she was going to make any money worth her time and effort.

An arm wrapped around him again. "You need to sit." She took him over to the pile of news papers and virtually threw him down. "Get comfy." She watched his long fingers pushing his hair off his face. Such a lovely face. That in its self was going to pay for drugs for a few days for the pair of them.

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He could feel the eyes boring into the back of his head. "What? – just say it." Floyd walked into his bedroom and looked down at the dried blood still there next to the bed where he had his nose bleed.

Morgan was standing there next to him looking at the same thing. "Do we need the CSU guys here?" He looked at the floor and then at Flanders.

"Nose bleed. My nose bleed." He ran a slow hand over the covers on the bed. "Well he hasn't been back here. Did you say you had a list of names? The people who walked over my face?" Indicating his wounds with a finger." He turned and looked at Hotch.

"We have a few names to start off with." Hotch too was walking into Floyd's bedroom.

Flanders started to pull clothes out of cupboards and the wardrobe. "Do you mind if I look? I might know where some of them hang out." Slowly and provocatively he started to remove his clothes. "Oh, I don't mind you looking. As long as you only look eh Agent Derek Morgan?"

Morgan snapped his eyes off the undressing Flanders and turned to look at Hotch. "I am going to talk to the neighbours." Hotch nodded and moved aside to let Morgan pass him and leave the small stuffy apartment.

"I need a shower." Flanders laid clothes out on the bed and walked by Aaron. Maybe a little too closely. He smirked as he left the room. He could smell the pheromones rising off Aaron, and he was sure Aaron could smell his too.

A quick shower and hair wash later saw Flanders with a white towel wrapped around his waist grinning at Hotch. "I won't be long."

The scars covering Flanders body were showing up nicely on his fresh pink skin. Aaron was beginning to realise what it was Reid had seen in this man now. Tearing his eyes off the form in front of him was becoming difficult. Over Floyds shoulder he could see Morgan standing in the open apartment doorway also staring. Floyd could feel their want. He laughed inwardly and walked by Aaron into his room to get dressed leaving Hotch standing looking over at Morgan.

"Eh Morgan, any luck?"

Derek stood scratching his head unsure of what had just happened. He was a bit uncomfortable that he had found it that hard to take his eyes of the man. What was it about the guy that did this to people? "Um not really. No one answering, and the few who did either didn't know who I was talking about or didn't see anything ever. I want to go and find the people on that list." Walking slowly back towards Flanders bedroom where he was getting clothed again.

"Hotch?"

Aaron looked at Derek with a puzzled frown.

"What the hell just happened?"

Aaron was wiping the palms of his hands on his legs. "I'm not sure." He was feeling the pull to watch Floyd getting dressed. It took all his effort to keep his eyes locked on Derek. When Floyd reappeared and informed them he was ready to go looking for His Spence the two agents just stared for a minute then taking deep breaths and swallowing hard, the trio left.

Floyd was now in a clean pair of black low cut jeans and a full cut ivory silk shirt. He pulled over the top of that an ankle length leather coat, and then pulled his cowboy boots back on. They were old and scuffed but the only thing he ever put on his feet. He had towel dried his hair and replaced the rings and heavy watch. He was about to leave the small apartment but noted the other two just standing looking at him.

"What's wrong?" He lit up a cheroot.

Derek scratched his head. "I am thinking you are going to be a distraction."

A raised eyebrow.

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