Floyd Aaron and Spence.
Deckard: - I'm from the, uh, Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses. (Bladerunner)
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.
He burst through the doors and out into the darkness of the side street. Hotch was calling for someone to get him a phone. He needed a phone and Spencer was panicking and writhing and shaking so much Hotch finally had to lay him down still wrapped securely in the blanket. Aaron was stroking his hair and shouting out, someone get an ambulance. Someone lend him a phone.
And the rain started to fall again in straight sheets in the warm muggy air of the old backstreets.
Spencer had his head tipped back slightly, his eyes staring up into nothing, the rainwater falling in them, unblinking, shaking and making the strange noises Hotch had heard him make earlier.
"I called for medics." A voice from behind Hotch. He was looking down at Reid's face, battered and closed. He turned from Reid to see who it was had spoken to him. A very tall, very thin girl with her arms wrapped tightly around her. "What happened to him? Is he dead? I told them I thought he might be dead, but ya covered in blood too. What the hell happened down there? I heard screaming."
His thoughts turned to Floyd and then back to Reid. He had to get Reid out of here and get back up. "You have a cell phone I can borrow?"
"No Mister, you give me a number and I will make a call for you. You aint using my phone. It's my life line." She did hold the phone up though awaiting the number he wanted her to call. He read out the number. "When he answers….say 'Hotch has Reid. He needs back up' – and tell him where we are." The girl nodded and stood with her little pink phone to her ear.
"Oh hey, yes, hi, right I have a message. Hotch had Reid? I think that was it – he's nodding – and erm back up? Yes he is nodding again." She gave Morgan their location and snapped the phone shut.
"So are there more people down there?" She was looking down the stairs the way Hotch had come running up from.
Hotch put a hand out to her. "I am sorry I didn't get your name."
"Shannon."
"Shannon, don't go down there. There's bad things been happening. You need to stay away." He went back to stroking the shaking Spencer and talking in calming words. He could hear the approaching emergency vehicles. He needed Morgan here. Quickly. Someone needed to go and get what was left of Floyd out.
As the blue lights swamped the area Hotch heard a familiar voice. "Hotch man, what happened?!" Morgan was there running towards him Prentiss not far behind.
"I need to go to the hospital with Reid. Someone needs to go and get Flanders."
Morgan stood watching as the paramedics ran over and started to remove the blanket from Reid.
"NO!" Hotch put a hand over the hand of the medic "I will carry him." Aaron bent down, his head swimming with the cracks he took on the back of his neck and head. "Morgan, Prentiss, be careful, there are people down there. You need backup but you must get Flanders out. Alive if you can – if it's not too late."
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Morgan and Prentiss stood at the foot of the small flight of stairs. The door at the bottom was open and they could hear someone shouting.
"I know you are there you bastards. Come on then. Come and get him." A rough low voice.
Morgan pulled out his gun and flashlight and shone it down the dingy passageway. About half way down stood a man about six foot six tall and just as wide. One hand he had a shot gun, in the other he had a chain and was dragging something behind him.
"Put down your weapon." Morgan pointed his pistol at the man and Prentiss brought hers up to match. "Whatever that is you have in your hand, drop it now."
As the man took a step forwards, whatever it was on the end of the chain groaned. He pulled the chain forwards and up and moved the gun to point at Flanders who was attached to the other end of the chain by a length of piano wire around his neck. His hands were secured behind his back. Morgan would have liked nothing more than the UnSub standing there to take Flanders' brains out there in that dirty hole of a passage. A fitting end to the scum, but Hotch had requested an alive Floyd, and so that's what he would get.
Morgan heard Prentiss let out a small gasp as they watched Flanders drag himself up to his knees. His face had been re-mashed. His thick dark hair hung in blood enriched clumps around his face. The support dressing he had on his nose had been ripped off and his nose re-broken. Big dark bruises were forming under his eyes and his lip was split. Then there was the knife slash across the right side of his face –bridge of nose down to jaw line, and a series of what looked to be piercings or small stab wounds to his neck and chest. He had foaming blood popping out from a cut just below his ribs, and a foam of pinkish gore coming from his mouth and nose. Yet still he was trying to stand and not be brought down by the monster who was choking him with piano wire.
As Flanders began to lurch forwards to stand, the UnSub pressed the barrel of the gun hard down on the back of Floyd's neck.
"It won't take much to finish this thing. Back off or he is dead." Floyd went back down to his knees but looked up at Derek and Emily and attempted a smirk.
"Hey it's the pink and black power rangers." Coughing bloody foam, his eyes rolled back as his world went dark again and the wire around his neck took the strain.
It was a small distraction, but one both Morgan and Emily took advantage of. Their guns cracked in their hands the second the shot gun left the back of Flanders head. The UnSub wouldn't have even known it had happened it was so fast. Two head shots. Two smoking guns.
They stepped forwards, Prentiss bending down and checking out Flanders. "Hey." She called back "We need medics down here. Now!"
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Aaron sat with Spencer in the ambulance. He wanted to tell him everything was going to be alright. That the pain will stop now, but he knew it wouldn't. He watched as the medics gave him a quick once over. Hotch flinched at the sight of the torn bleeding skin and wanted to cry at the empty glazed look Reid had on his face.
As Spence was rushed off to the emergency room Hotch had his head looked at. He was starting to shake now. If with delayed shock, now his body was permitting him to relax a bit or with fear of what had happened to Reid he wasn't sure. He just knew he needed to lay down and probably be very sick.
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Spencer was somewhere else. His world consisted of patterns made of words and they rushed across his vision stumbling and falling over themselves to try and escape 'filth, scum, pervert, depraved, trash, sleaze, unclean, tainted, spoiled.' The list went on endlessly blocking out everything else. No sounds nor feelings encroached on his words. Some of them were accompanied by pictures and smells, which made him cry out and twitch.
They cleaned him and inspected him and did all the necessary tests needed. They sighed and felt sad for this brutalised destroyed young person. They had asked his friend about getting the police involved but were told they were FBI agents and it was being sorted. For him maybe – not for this broken person.
Vaguely he felt cold hands touching him and things being wiped over him and he no longer cared. He just wanted to wrap his arms around himself and pull his mind back inside where it was safe and protect it from the outside world.
The staff told Hotch he could go and see Reid, but don't expect him to respond. He had withdrawn, and looking at his medical records they were shocked that someone with such a background had managed to make it this far.
Aaron sat and held his hand. He gently stroked Reid's hair off his face and almost wished he hadn't. Now he had to see those eyes. Staring eyes occasionally flicking from side to side, reacting to something only he could see; his hands and sometimes his mouth twitching slightly as something raced across his vision, but there was no reaction to Hotch being there.
"It is to be expected. His mind is healing. He is in shock. Don't expect too much from him – don't expect anything from him."
This was Flanders fault. This was all his doing and Aaron would make sure he never saw natural daylight again.
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