Olivia
Sweeney Todd:- These are desperate times. And desperate measures are called for.
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.
Floyd lay in his corner. His limbs shaking his body still in shock. A doctor was fetched. He stood and looked down at him.
"This is Flanders?"
Olivia nodded.
"He's not what I expected." He bent down and had a quick look at his wrists.
"They all say the same. Bigger than I thought, smaller than I thought. He is a monster Doctor Glover. That is what we mustn't forget. In his case size definitely does not matter."
The doctor turned his attention back to Flanders. "Can you sit up please?"
There was no response.
Olivia tapped him on the leg with her shoe. "Do as you are told."
The doctor nodded. "Get up I need to look at you."
The foot again prodding Floyd in the chest this time. A mistake. A hand wrapped its way around her ankle and a sudden jerk pulled her foot forwards and off balance. One hand whipped its way up the front of her starched white nurses skirt the other dug its nails into the soft flesh of her upper thigh as his teeth embedded themselves into her inner thigh.
Nurse Olivia screamed and tried to jump back, but it was too late now. Floyd had her and was ripping into her white girly flesh. He could feel her blood squirting and pouring over his face as she shook in his hands.
The doctor watched in slow motion as the monster he had completely underestimated tore lumps out of the nurse with his teeth and pushed his fingers into her leg making a strange popping sound as the skin ripped and pinged back into place. He moved away, reaching out for a button on the wall and the thumped it hard three times.
Floyd didn't hear the alarms going off. His mind one hundred percent set on the kill. She had stopped making the strange noises now and was twitching in his arms, her eyes rolled back as something hit Floyd in the back. The tazer charge whipped through his body causing him to bite down harder and for his prey to buck and twitch again in his hands. Hands which felt warm and slimy. He dropped Olivia and turned to look at who had attacked him just as another charge hit, flooring him.
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Aaron had just arrived in the office when the call came in. Could he come over to St Martens. There has been a serious incident.
"Flanders?"
"Involving him yes." He was told.
He got up and entered the bull pen. Strangely empty and quiet. He sighed and walked over to Derek. "Something has happened to Flanders. They won't tell me over the phone. Care to join me?"
Derek jumped up and followed Aaron.
"JJ!" Hotch called out. "If I am needed." Hand to face doing phone mime. She looked puzzled but nodded.
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They travelled to St Martens in virtual silence. Neither wanting to break the other mans thoughts.
Hotch still was unsure of what had happened, but suddenly he was very worried that Floyd was dead, and with no Floyd Reid's recovery would be harder. He knew that. However much he hated the man for what he did, Reid could see something there no one else could, and for that reason and for that reason only Aaron was going to do what he could for him.
Morgan knew he was there as a stabiliser for Hotch. To pull him back mentally and emotionally if things went wrong. He still didn't understand what the pull was, but he had now experienced the charisma Floyd had and though he him self was not totally floored by it, he could see how someone maybe could be. How Reid could be. How Reid was. It was some kind of mind trick the man played, and though Reid was undoubtedly the most intelligent man Morgan had ever known, he had failings in other areas and his emotional defence was one of them. He either didn't notice it or it over powered him completely. This Floyd stuff was the latter.
The car pulled up in the big U shaped gravel driveway. They sat for a minute thinking and taking deep breaths. Trying to figure out the different scenarios and how they will react to each. Morgan was the first to move. He opened the door and got out of the car, checking his gun and pockets and then waited for Aaron.
They were met at the main reception and taken up to talk to someone. The place was a stark contrast to the place Hotch had found for Reid. This place was full of the smells of hospitals and of sweat and fear. The staff squeaked by in white rubber shoes and heavily starched uniforms.
The directors office looked much like any college professors office would look like except this one had a high security alarm system and thick bars at the window. Morgan also noted how the door was re-enforced with steel on the inside of the fancy wood, and metal shutters were hidden above the windows. If Something went wrong the director of this facility would be safe. The office had a strong smell of furniture polish, probably to cover up the sick smell the rest of the building had.
The director was a stout man with thinning pale hair and bright blue eyes. He asked them to sit down and pulled out a sheet of paper.
"Agent Hotchner?" Hotch nodded and the director set his startling eyes on Hotch's deep dark eyes. "We had an incident. I would like you to tell me more about Flanders – erm – career."
"Is he alright?" Hotch was frowning.
"It is not Flanders who was particularly injured." He fiddled with the paper in front of him. "He tried to kill a member of staff."
Morgan sighed and leaned back into his chair, Hotch leant forwards slightly. "Tried to? You stopped him? What happened?"
"This is what I need you to talk to me about. He attempted to eat the nurse."
Morgan let out an involuntary snort which got him a look from the other two men in the room.
"Is she going to be alright?" Hotch needed to know.
"No. No agent Hotchner my nurse will not be alright! Your man ate part of her."
Derek was on his feet. "Our man? When did he suddenly become our man?"
"He has some kind of involvement with one of your agents. He came to see him yesterday." The doctor was looking puzzled now
"One of my agents? Hotch glanced over at Morgan who was shaking his head.
"A Dr Reid. He came to see him yesterday."
Now Hotch was standing. "Dr Reid? Are you sure?" Pacing the room. Derek watching closely.
"Very sure. I was there. Young man in a wheel chair. Long hair, skinny. Walked with a limp when he got out of the chair and was talking to Flanders."
"And when did the attack happen? During the visit?"
"No, no, they talked. Opposite sides of security glass. Then your man left and Flanders went crazy. He lost a lot of blood. So the nurse went and got a doctor. It was during the examination by the doctor that he attacked the nurse. Agent Hotchner, he ripped bits out of her thigh and swallowed it. She will be scared for life and had there not been a doctor on the scene she would be dead. I needed to know if this sort of thing had happened with him before."
"Where is he?"
"Solitary confinement. I will take you down there."
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Reid sat in his room on the bed. They had sat him there that morning, it was six hours later and he was still sitting there looking beyond what they could see at some spot far off in the distance.
They had hoped he would be talking again this morning, but once again he had closed down. He rocked slightly and his hands twitched and sometimes shook uncontrollably and his lips moved in a silent prayer to something only he could hear.
Floyd?
A little buzz then nothing.
Where are you?
Static.
Did I do something wrong?
White noise.
Floyd please talk to me.
Sigh
Floyd?
I told you to talk to Aaron.
It's you I need.
You can't have me.
Why?
Don't contact me again.
You make me sick Spence.
I don't want you around me.
I don't want you in my head.
Leave me alone.
Did I do something wrong?
Yes – you are a whore.
I could smell your filth through the security glass.
Leave me be.
Go pester someone who can be bothered to hang around with a freak.
Please Floyd!
Fuck off Spence Babes.
Just leave me alone.
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Floyd sat on the floor in manacles with a gag stuffed in his mouth, his hands secured behind his back again and wiped the tears roughly from his eyes on his shoulder.
