People on the List
Jim: - You can't touch anything without destroying it! Who the hell do you think you are hanging around here, huh? Get the hell outta here! Go you freak! (Edward Scissorhands)
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.
Floyd closed the door and locked it. A permanent smirk across his face now. He could feel them watching him. Wonderful!
Morgan took the list from Aaron and tore off the bottom few names. "I will go check these out with Prentiss." He handed the other half back to Aaron.
"Flanders with me." Hotch said as they walked off down the street in opposite directions. Flanders jogged a bit to catch up.
"You going to show me the list? I might be able to tell you stuff and I would like to know who was involved in the stomping I got."
Aaron had the horrible feeling that Floyd would have put his arm around him if he slowed down long enough to let him. He passed the bit of paper over to Floyd being careful not to make physical contact with him. Floyd stopped and stared at the list.
"You are kidding me. Who the hell have you sent Morgan and Prentiss after? These people will skin you alive and eat your for brunch. Are you totally insane?"
"Well you would know all about that sort of thing wouldn't you Flanders. My concern is where Reid is." Still walking but slowed down a bit now from the forced march.
"Spence isn't with this lot. I can tell you that now." Still standing just looking at the list. "Wally Hume is dead."
Hotch finally stopped and turned around. "Pardon?"
"The second name on the list Wally Hume: he is dead. Angelica Franco is in the slammer. Someone has been having you on mate."
"I still need to check it out. You can come with me, or you can accept a lift to the local PD and wait for me there. Your choice."
Flanders started walking again. "Only cos I am worried about Spence. That's the only reason. This is a fake list."
They made their way back to where Spencer had been taken and Floyd had been attacked. During the day the streets looked very different but it was still raining even though the air felt warm.
"You know the area Flanders, so where would they have taken him. Profile it for me – What do you feel?" Aaron stood looking around the now almost empty streets.
Floyd looked up and down the road. "They would have taken him somewhere and then dumped him. We need to find where they dumped him." He started to walk away from Hotch and towards the alley at the side of the buildings. Dark, smelly, urine and vomit splattered. "As good a place as any to start." Floyd called back and started to walk down the alley towards the bins. If Spencer had been here there was no sign of him now. Hotch walked quickly to keep up with Flanders.
"Why here?"
Floyd turned to look at him. "Nearest area with places to conceal either a body or someone you don't want found. He's not here now. Not that I expected him to still be here." He pulled out a cheroot again. "I know, I smoke too much. I am worried. Whatever you think of me Agent Aaron Hotchner, I do love him."
Hotch looked away from him. "This is too close to the club. Where else?" Floyd frowned then walked off further down the alley way.
"This way leads down towards the derelict buildings and the shelters. If they wanted to dump someone and he not look out of place that might be where to go." He ran fingers through wet hair, "Maybe, I'm not the FBI agent. You tell me."
"You're doing good. Show me this other place.
They walked for a bit longer. Trying not to look behind the piles of rubbish – each not wanting the other to think they were expecting to find a corpse and not a living breathing Spencer.
The area Floyd had brought Hotch to was different to the one they had just left. There were more people around. Rough people. Homeless, junkies, prostitutes but people none the less.
"If he ended up here someone would have found him. Taken him in, or traded him on. If – if he was here we will find out." Floyd made his way over to a guy with a big beard and a bigger belly. He pulled something out of his pocket but kept it out of Aaron's line of sight. "I am looking for someone."
"We all are." Was the gruff reply.
"Tall bloke with a lame leg. A bit roughed up. Would have been dumped last night or this morning." Offering the thing in his hand.
"Didn't see a thing. Was away." Floyd passed over the thing in his hand.
"There is more if you remember." He walked onto the next.
"Tall good looking guy. Limping. Mashed up a bit." He had something in his hand again.
The teenaged girl took the thing from his hand and smiled. "The shelter. He was there this morning having soup." Rolling the thing in her hand. "I am sure he was with someone. She looked up into Floyd's eyes and put her hand out again.
Hotch started to walk forwards seeing that she seemed to know something but Floyd put a hand out to stop him. He glanced around to Hotch and shook his head and then back to the girl handing out something else to her. "Tell me all you know."
"The shelter around the corner. He was with Sissy but they're not there now. They left. He couldn't walk – she was helping him. She will have him." A nod. "He was doing drugs – openly like doing drugs. Thought they would kick Sissy out but they didn't. Gave him something to wear cos he was wet and cold. Sissy gave him something in his soup."
"Tell me more about Sissy." A nod of the head had Aaron over listening too.
"Are you cops?" She was looking down at the twists of cellophane in her hand.
"I'm not a cop sweetheart. Just tell me what you know of Sissy. Sounds like she has my friend. I need to get him back."
"I can show you where she is staying, but you don't tell anyone I said. She would have me for telling on her."
Aaron could see the fists Floyd was making with his hands and the way his posture was changing. He Stepped in next to Floyd and put a hand on his shoulder. "Just show us where Sissy is please."
She gave Hotch a funny look. "Whatever." And she started to walk off in the direction of a big old apartment block. She suddenly turned to Floyd. "Basement." Then turned and walked off into the shadows.
Hotch and Flanders stood together in the rain and looked down the slick steps going to some dirty old basement.
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He awoke to the feel of someone pulling him to sit. "Wake up kid. You are needed." His fuzzy eyes looked around trying to remember what was going on and who he was. "Drink this." Something put in his hands. A beaker of something. He slowly put it to his mouth and sipped it. "Just drink up."
The next thing he remembered was not quite waking again, but becoming aware. Sobering up would have been a better way to put it and his head clearing slightly. Enough to know what was happening was wrong. He was being violated and hurt by someone behind him. Spencer let out a whimper as he attempted to crawl away from the man behind him but he was still too weakened from whatever it was Sissy had given him. More than one set of hands on him, touching and laughing and a pain like he had never felt shooting through his body. The whimpering turned into a scream and the scream turned into a word just before the hands wrapped around his throat stopping his calls for help.
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Standing at the top of the wet steps working out how to go about this. The sudden noise from the slightly open doorway had Floyd running. The sound of his name being shouted by someone in pain had him almost flying down the steps. Hotch pulled his gun and walked quickly with slightly more caution, but with a knot of pain in his stomach at the sound of his agent calling out for help and calling out for Floyd.
Flanders was through the door and shouting abuse as Hotch reached the bottom of the stairs.
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There were four men- there was a woman with long hair, and there under the men writhing and slowly going limp in the hands of one of the men was Spence. Floyd shouted a cry pain and anger and flew at the men trying to knock them out of the way. Hotch stepped in and pointed his gun in the direction of the brawl which was now taking place. He didn't see Sissy behind him with the baseball bat. He just about heard the whooshing sound it made as it arced through the air. He felt something impact with the back of his head and he saw the gun drop from numb fingers. As Hotch went down to his knees he tried to work out what had gone wrong and something hit him hard across the back of his neck.
Floyd was biting and shouting and trying to get the hands off his Spence. Reid he could see was just hanging from the man's hands now. His struggle had stopped and as they released Reid the hands went for Floyd who head butted and spat and bit at the men until the bat made contact with the back of his head too. It made a loud crumping sound, and for a second it slowed Flanders down but only long enough for him to reach out and try to remove someones testicles with his fingers. The bat hit him again. Still he didn't stop as his fingers squeezed and twisted and the person the were joined onto screamed and then the bat smacked him in the face. He shook his head and carried on.
He finally stopped when he saw Sissy pick up the gun and hold it to the back of Aaron's head.
"Stop now. Stop. Whoever the hell you are. Stop or I kill him now." And Floyd didn't care. If Hotch died here it mattered not to him but it would matter to Spencer and that hesitation was enough for the others to be on him and for nylon cuffs to be put around Floyds wrists and for the final boot in the face which stopped him and laid him out cold on the damp concrete floor next to Hotch who was bleeding from a head wound and Spencer who was laying blue lipped and still.
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For Heath
