Visiting Times.

Susanna:- How am I supposed to recover when I don't even understand my disease? Girl, Interrupted

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.


Floyd sat in a corner his back firmly against the wall.

He was sporting a new dressing across his nose and a boot print on his cheek. His legs were pulled up tightly to his chest and bruised fingers were laced in front of his knees.

He had on his pyjama bottoms and a blood stained once white vest. He curled and uncurled his toes to some rhythm in his mind and banged his head on the wall in time to the uncurling.

People had learned to avoid him. They walked around him without looking in his direction. They had stopped shouting at him and spitting at him after he tried to eat Edwins LaCost's face off. He would have done. He could have done. If it wasn't for that bloody Nurse Olivia sticking him with needles again. Now he could hardly keep his eyes open and more importantly he was deprived of his beloved drugs. The only drugs he got here closed his mind. He needed it opened.

Two days ago – was it two days now, time was running away, but for a while now, he hadn't been able to contact Spence. He didn't know if the fault was the poisons he had running through his blood or if it was something happened to Spence and they weren't going to tell him.

The staff had special orders, they were not permitted to have conversations with him. They could give him orders and tell him to take his meds, but they were not allowed to chat and now that the other loons here had learned that talking to him would result in pain he was left alone. Only the tap tap tap tap in his head to keep him company.

"Get up off your ass Sweet one." Nurse sodding Olivia again. The only one who would talk to him. He looked up at her and then down to her white rubber hospital shoes. He spat blood on her feet then went back to what he had been doing.

"I told you to get up. You have a visitor. Though hell knows why someone would want to see you."

"Go suck." He went back to banging his head.

"You only wish darling. Up on your feet. They have come especially to see you and it would be nice to have you at least partly awake for them."

"Fuck off."

A blur of motion followed. He didn't quite know what happened but it had to do with that whore Olivia. He woke up laying on the floor in the big communal shower block. His ribs hurt and his face hurt. Cold wet and shivering someone was shouting at him. "Get up or do you want my boys to dress you as well as shower you?"

"I will kill you Nurse Olivia. I will soak you in teriyaki marinade over night and slow grill your tender lumplings."

She took a step towards him and was slightly surprised that he didn't flinch back from the kick to the jaw. This man was going to be a pleasure to break.

He snatched the towel up off the floor and wrapped it around his hips standing slowly and carefully in the wet shower block "Clothes." And he spat out blood again.

"Will be provided if you behave – until that time you will stay in the hospital pyjamas and vest you were given when you arrived."

"Those things stink." Looking at the soiled stained things she expected him to put on.

She smiled sweetly at him. "They stink of you Floyd. Now get covered up and come meet your guests."

"What was the point in the shower if you want me to put those back on?"

"Purely to rinse the blood out of your hair." She threw the items at him.

"You can't get away with this."

"Stop moaning like a child. Considering how many people you have killed with those hands of yours you are pretty gutless aren't you." Snapping her fingers at an orderly.

Dirty clothes weren't actually the problem Floyd had here. He didn't mind the smell of his own sweat and of other peoples blood and fear. What the problem was that they now wanted his hands behind his back so they could put nylon cuffs on him.

"Always double restrain this one." Nurse Olivia was saying. "Somehow he can get out of cuffs and binders. Always make sure his hands are behind his back. It makes the prisoner feel more exposed and definitely prevents them from putting up a successful fight. He will need leg irons too. This one moves fast, so anything to slow him down is good." He looked down as they smacked the irons around his ankles. "Good, good, now what are you forgetting?" She looked from one orderly to the next, "OK – double binding. That includes the feet."

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They took Floyd through a security door and down a passage way. A big metal door had a code punched in and it was swung open. Flanders was pushed into the room. The door was locked behind him. About ten feet square, the room was completely empty. He stood around about central to the room looking through the big window which covered half of the wall opposite the door. The lights dimmed as the view the other side of the thick security glass became clear.

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They strapped Reid to a chair and pushed him from the hospital grounds into the back of a specially designed van for wheelchair users. Dr Osaka was there as was the nurse who had been caring for Spencer, and a couple of orderlies for assisting if they needed extra help with anything.

Osaka had explained to Spencer that they were going on a trip, but decided it was probably best for now if the didn't know where they were going and what the plan was. In case he understood and in case it didn't work. He had considered informing his Friend the Agent, but since the clash of personalities he decided against it. After all they were the ones looking after Reid, not that puffed up pushy suit.

They monitored Reid to see if he reacted to being out in the open and if he looked out of the van windows. They wrote a zero down on the chart for everything.

He was wearing dark blue sweat pants and Tshirt and for now he had a blanket draped over his knees. They were aware that he had something wrong with his leg and so trying to get Reid to get up and walk was not top of the agenda. They were more concerned about the way he seemed to be living entirely in a world of his own. A silent world, but his eyes were looking at something, or for something.

When they arrived they were checked out for weapons. Although this was also a hospital this place held some of the countries most dangerous criminals. They were escorted into a room and the door was locked behind them. Osaka wanted to start the reconnection like this and see if it did anything. If needs be he would request physical contact with this Floyd person. This man down on Reid's records as being his next of kin.

As the lighting changed they could see through the window. Osaka took in a sharp involuntary take of breath. He wasn't looking at what he expected. He was expecting an equally effete looking weak person. What he saw was closer to a monster.

Reid was looking down at his hands unaware of what was going on. The nurse stood behind him and gently lifted his head so he could see.

Flanders stared back. Spence. It was Spencer. He shuffled forwards until he could press his forehead against the glass. He wanted to hammer on it, to smash it, to reach out and grab Spencer but the double restraints were holding him. He could feel blood dripping down his fingers as he twisted his hands trying to get them free. He called him. He called him with his mind, and with his voice, but he didn't think they could hear in the next room.

Spencer's eyes lifted and locked at the vision in front of him. His hands under the blanket started to undo the straps holding him in the chair. "Floyd?"

He watched Floyds head bash against the glass over and over. He watched the droplets of blood inching their way down the glass. "Floyd – S s stop it!" He was out of the chair and at the window at a speed which shocked even Reid. He put his pale thin hands against the glass. "N n n no Floyd. S stop!"

Flanders stopped and stared at the sick looking Reid. The darkness around his eyes. The almost transparent look of his skin. The way his hands shook.

"It's OK Babes." He mouthed through the glass wall. "It's going to be OK. Let Aaron help you." And now Reid could hear him with his mind.

Aaron can help.

That's what he is there for.

Take the help he is offering.

I need you.

I know. I am stuck here for now.

I will get you out.

It's not going to happen Babes.

Aaron can work something out.

Not if you won't talk to him.

You must open up.

Trust him Babes. It will be good. You will see.

It hurts.

What hurts?

Trusting people. They always let me down.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

Then you can trust me when I say to listen to Aaron. Let him help you.

I need to touch you.

I need to hold you.

I will talk to Aaron.

Good.

You won't hurt me if I do?

Not this time.

Floyd looked as hands took Reid by the arms and he was escorted back to the chair. He rested his head against the glass and watched them strap him back into the chair. Removing the freedom he had. Taking him away.

"Spence!" Head on the glass window again as the lighting changed and he couldn't see through the glass anymore. "Spence." And at first a small tear appeared only to be roughly wiped off on his shoulder as the anger began to build.

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By the time they considered it safe to go back in the room to get Flanders he had repainted the off white room with his blood. He had thrown himself at the walls and window until his skin split and he was able to smear it. He pulled at the bindings on his wrists ripping open old scars and causing deep slicing damage to him self. He screamed Spencer's name until he finally passed out through lack of blood. Only then did they go in and tranquilise him and see to the open bleeding wounds.

They dragged him back to the ward where Nurse Olivia looked at him thrown back in the corner he liked to live in. She watched Floyd's seizure with a sick kind of pleasure. At least he will be easier to handle now. If he wants to see his little boyfriend again, he will have to behave. Nurse Olivia waited for the fitting to stop then gave him a friendly kick. "Not such a smart ass now are you? - laying in your own piss. Thinking what you want to do to a kid in a wheel chair. You make me want to vomit."

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The anger Floyd felt was fairly matched by the anger Hotch was feeling by the time they arrived back. He had been worried at first when he was told Spencer wasn't there and had been taken for a visit to another hospital. Then it fell into place.

He paced the waiting area for two hours before they arrived back, pushing Reid in a wheel chair and looking very smug.

"Where the hell have you been?" He ran to Spencer and lifted his face so he could see if he was damaged. The only damage he could see was the tear stains running down his cheeks. "Oh Spencer, what happened?"

They tried to just push the chair by Hotch, who took hold of the arm support "I was talking to him. Can you not wait?" He felt someone cover his hand and looked down to see Reid's hand holding his – fingers entwining with his own. "Reid?" He crouched down to be eye level.

"Aaron. It's OK. Everything is going to be right again."

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