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A/N: And again I'm sorry for the delay. XOX. Thank you, merry Christmas and happy holidays to all my readers and lovely reviewers.

The Thing Inside Floyd Has A Think.

Does he think I am a simpleton? Dr Spencer Reid; super genius and absolute fool. Of course I've known this fact all along which is why the man (and I use that term in a very loose manner) is so easy to manipulate. His inability to think the most basic thoughts sometimes makes Spencer a very easy target. I'll not deny that he's nice to bed. He smells sweet and he tastes wondrous, but I hope that little matter doesn't cause him to think that I'll not kill him. Sam also was a lovely fuck. Sam also had a fantastic smell and taste and as a well versed rent boy Sam knew all the little tricks; and it didn't stop me from smashing his face and snapping that pretty little neck did it? No. So I hope that Spencer doesn't think he can wheedle his way out of this little predicament. It's just not going to happen. I can hear his gentle false words. I can hear that he's asking me to relax. Relax? No… Spencer my sweet little thing, I'm not going to relax all the time you have a fucking hammer ready to cave my head in with. Honestly does he think I don't know what he's about to do? Or attempt to do anyway.

My hands are rough and calloused after so many life times working and killing with them. Spencer's hands are soft. They are the sort of hands you want running over you. The sort of hands which bring great pleasure most of the time. They are also the hands of a deceiver and turncoat. My lover is going to try to knock me out. I don't think he's going to try to kill me. I really don't think he has the balls to do that. I don't think he has the courage inside of him to hit me hard enough. Should I risk it anyway? No… I don't think I should. Not that I doubt my thoughts on this deadly matter but because either way I'm going to end up with one hell of a headache and today I have no time to deal with that. I need this over with.

I feel his hands on the back of my neck and over my back. I feel one of those hands slide down behind the cushion where he has hidden the hammer and I can hear how his breathing has changed, how his voice has become softer yet unsteady. I can smell the fear rushing out of the pores of his skin as though it thinks if it gets out then Spencer will be in control. A paradox. Spencer in Control. It will never happen. Not only will I not allow it to happen but Spencer doesn't really want it to. Spencer knows that I'll stop him and I know that Spencer would love to help me fuck the corpse I dragged in with me and if he doesn't? Well then he can sit quietly and watch me have that pretty little cunt-boy's arse.

Reid takes a deep breath. He holds it trying to steady his hands. I can feel this. I can hear it and as I feel that sudden displacement of air I just move slightly and grab his wrist. I'm not sure what I enjoy most at the moment; the look of shock on his face or the scream which bounces out over those slightly parted lips.

I ask him as gently as I can… 'And what in the name of fuck were you going to do with that?' And he just lets out another of those odd scared noises. 'Surely you weren't going to try to incapacitate me were you?' I ask and he's just looking blank now. It seems that all sensible thought has been stripped from him – if he had a sensible thought there to start with of course and I'm beginning to doubt that. 'First you lie to me, then you smack me in the mouth and now you're attempting to cave my skull in with a hammer. What's come over you Babes? What did I do to deserve such treatment from such a slut?' He releases the hammer though. I'm not sure if he wanted to or if my hand is beginning to crush his wrist and makes his fingers go numb. 'Aren't you going to answer me my sweetness?'

'Sam.'

That's all he says as the hammer drops back onto the couch. I glance at the thing leaking on the floor and then let go of Spencer's wrist and stand. 'Sam? What about Sam?' There really seems to be nothing though. Spencer doesn't follow this up with another thought and so I have to assume that his thoughts are all for that thing on the floor there and not actually for me. An unfaithful slut it would seem. I walk to Sam and kick him again, this time in the ribs and though I know he cant and never will again I half expect him to start whimpering and moaning and wriggling. He doesn't though. I kick him so that he flops over onto his back and Spencer lets out another odd noise of distress (?).

'Come and look.' I tell him as I run a finger over the thing's lips.

I can hear unsteady footfalls and a sound like a sob of a breath. 'Why?' He asks me.

I wiggle Sam's floppy head around a bit and look down into half open eyes which are staring out at nothing. I gave him a nose bleed when I smacked him on that door and there's blood around that pretty whore's mouth and smudged over the side of his face. I think though that the snow washed most of it away. 'He was going to try to get rid of me Spencer and I cant have that.' I touch him and smooth down Sam's hair and knowing that it's going to repulse Spencer I kiss the corpse on the lips. Not just a quick goodbye peck, but a deep tongue delving lip crushing kiss.

'Stop it!'

More words from my darling Spencer make me stop and look up at him. 'You want to join in? Want a bit before he gets too cold? Are you possibly jealous of a dead…'

'Stop it!' He's looking at my hands which seem to have slipped down the front of Sam's trousers. 'Just leave him alone!' And for a second there I thought that Spencer was actually going to do something and not just stand there like the fucking useless son of a bitch he is. I do move my hands though and I stand slowly and I hold my hands out in front of him palms up.

'You want some?' I ask him and he's backed away a step. 'You let him go alone Spencer. If you'd gone with him maybe I'd not have been so angry, but you let him go alone. You didn't care enough for him then and so why are you peeved that I dare touch him now? It's not as though he's going to mind is it? He's not going to know what I'm going to do to him. He's dead. You want to follow in his stupid footsteps? Are you going to try to stop me? You can try.' I kneel back down and place my knees either side of Sam's head and drag him so his head is resting on my lap. 'Come on then Spencer. You told me to stop. Are you actually going to do something to make me?'

'You didn't have to kill him.' Spencer's voice is not much more than a whisper.

'No. You're correct. I didn't have to kill him. But I wanted to. I don't need him if I've got you. I don't need two of you trying to drag me down.'

'I wouldn't…'

I'm running fingers over the broken face and I am beginning to feel a slight annoyance that he died so easily. He can normally take a lot more damage than I did to him. He's meant to be tougher than this. 'You read the book.' I tell him, but I don't look up at him. I'm looking down at Sam. 'Which is why you had that wild notion that you could hit me with a hammer. What were you going to do next though?' I look up at him and see a flicker of something cross his face. Something has occurred to him but I don't know if it's that he didn't know what to do or if he's realised that I didn't know what he was going to do. I stand quickly. Sam's head clunks on the floor and Spencer lets out a groan. 'You cared for Sam?' I ask him and get no reply. 'You liked him enough to stick your dick up his warm overly friendly accommodating arse… are you saying that you just used him like everyone else did? Are you saying that you let him go for help because you didn't care? Are you telling me that you let him go to his death and now you feel nothing? Were you too cowardly to go yourself? Didn't you want Sam to be the one distracting me?'

Spencer moves a step forward this time. 'Stop putting words into my mouth!' He shouts! Yes he actually raises his voice at me. 'I thought he'd be safer away from you! I thought that he could get help and that I could distract you.'

I let out a snort of laughter which makes me sneeze. I crouch down and lazily wipe away the snot which splattered onto Sam's nose and stand up again. This is going nowhere. I'm tired of constantly talking in circles and not achieving anything. I would like to relax but I don't have the time or energy to do so. A drink though. Yes a drink would be good.

'Alcohol purifies the soul.' I inform Spencer. 'Get me whiskey and when it's time you'll help me out with what else needs to be done.' I really don't believe that alcohol purifies the soul, but I think I've become a slight alcoholic over the years. A sudden thought occurs to me though. It's not me who's craving alcohol. Not me as such. Not the person who ran out there and killed the cunting whore for trying to get a priest here, no… that's not the person who requires this – it's someone else and that someone else is screaming in my head and trying to tear me back out of the way. Spencer though is pouring a drink for me. He spills some. His hands are shaking wildly. Anger or adrenaline? I don't know… I take the drink with one hand and rub at my temple with a fist. 'You wont win.' I tell Spencer. 'You cant possibly win. You know that. Why are you trying to fight it?' He doesn't answer but does something which I didn't think Spencer was really in to. He lights one of Floyds… one of my … me… I'm Floyd. I decided to shout that to make sure Spencer knows. 'I'M FLOYD!' It makes him jump but he's lighting the cheroot anyway.

'I know.' He tells me. 'I know.'

'Who did you expect?' I question the shaking idiot in front of me. I wave smoke out of my face. 'And stop fucking doing that whore.' It's almost as though he's doing it to annoy me. I don't want to smoke that shit. I don't want it blown in my face. I don't want it! 'What are you doing?' I lower my voice and then take a sip of my drink. 'What are you trying to do Spence?' He can deny all he wants but I know he's doing something and I know it's connected with the book. The book I didn't bother to read. The book which Spencer did bother to read. The book about that motherfucking son of a whore Sam. I could take the time now and read it but I don't want Reid to know that I've maybe made an error and by not reading it when I could have done, when things were calmer before Sam run away like a fucking…

…Angel…

Not an angel. 'Stop blowing that fucking stuff in my damned face!' It's confusing me. I feel as though… I feel as though my brain is going to explode. I feel as though my heart is going to follow it. 'You cant do that!' I manage to mutter but it's not very commanding and I don't think that Spencer is going to take a whole lot of notice of me, not now that I'm on my knees watching blood pour from my nose. No not now…

Pushed Back.

Spencer stood blowing smoke over Floyd's face. He ignored Floyd's demands that he should stop and when Floyd went down to his knees and dripped blood onto the floor Spencer went down to his knees too and carried on blowing the vile smoke over Floyd's face and head. He wanted to see his eyes, but Flanders was keeping his head down for now.

'Give me that fucking smoke.' Floyd put a shaking hand out towards Spencer.

Reid shook his head. 'Not until I can see your eyes. Look at me.'

Floyd slowly raised his head, but kept his hand reaching out towards Reid. 'Now will you give me the fucking thing?' Spencer slowly nodded and handed the smoke to Floyd. 'Thanks Babes.' He said almost in a whisper. He then wiped at the blood dripping from his nose and turned to look at Sam laying on the floor. 'Fuck.'

'I need to do something.' Spencer said. 'And I need you to agree.'

It was with very careful movements that Floyd slowly crawled away from Spencer and moved towards where Sam was laying. 'If it involves hitting me over the head with a hammer I'm not likely to agree.' Floyd's voice though sounded odd and distant. 'What did you have in mind?'

'I read the book.' Spencer trailed behind Floyd cautiously. 'I know what has to be done.' He pulled the plastic binders out of his pocket. 'I didn't mean to do this.' Floyd muttered as he wound Sam's hair through his fingers.'

Didn't mean to do it? Spencer stood and shook his head. 'Maybe not. But that doesn't change the fact that you did do it.' He was trying to sound understanding. He was trying not to let Floyd know how angry he was. He wasn't finding it very easy. 'And I need you to let me help you Floyd. I know what's going on here and I know at least how to stop it from…'

'You know what's going on?' Floyd still on his knees turned to look at Spencer. He flicked at the binders in his hand and shook his head. 'You don't have the first idea about what's going on here Babes. They're not going to stop it. They wont stop me from ripping off your face if you even try to put them on me. Do you understand that at least? I hope you do. Go away and leave me to grieve.' He snatched the things from Spencer's hand and threw them across the room. 'Go before I decide that it's not worth struggling against and let it out to play again.'

Reid made a small yelping sound as the binders were ripped from his hand. 'I know that something is happening which under normal circumstances I would say was insanity and refuse to believe, but this is not normal is it Floyd? Nothing about any of this is normal. Therefore I have to let myself believe that the impossible can occasionally happen and this is one of those times.'

'Oh shut the fuck up you boring whore. I'm taking Sam upstairs. You can follow if you want but if you try to stop me you'll end up just as broken as Sam. I can fix this. I can fix it, but not if you're going to pound my brains out and truss me up like a fucking Christmas turkey.' Floyd slipped arms under Sam and started to lift the floppy body off the floor.

Hands on his shoulders pushing down caused him to carefully place Sam back down again. 'You're not taking him upstairs.' Now that was anger in Spencer's voice and now he wasn't trying to hide it. 'You're not going to! You cant fix him! You killed him Floyd.' The last few words were said in a low hiss which came from clenched teeth.

Floyd pushed the hands off his shoulders and stood. He turned to face Spencer who was now standing back out of fist range. 'I can fix him. I can fix him the same way I've fixed you in the past! You know I can! But if you would rather I didn't fuck him better again then I'll go take him to the kitchen. Either way is good with me. Make up your mind. Let me screw my lovely little cunt-boy or let me cook him up for dinner. We cant leave him laying there in the fucking lounge floor can we? And I'm not going to let you report this little incident to the police. It's too late for an ambulance and I don't know how we can explain how this happened, so I'm open to options here Babes.'

Spencer took another step back. 'When someone dies Floyd, the two options are not have sex with him or eat him! There's other options available to us.' Though for now Spencer wasn't sure what those options where. 'And you did that to him, not me… don't include me in this!'

'And you're an accessory.' Floyd smirked. 'Why are you backing away from me Spence? Why are you working against me when all I want is for us to have a lovely holiday away from the stress of the city? A time to rest and relax and make up for lost time… that's what this is meant to be and you're making me wish I'd not fucking bothered! Why don't you run back to your beloved Agent Aaron Hotchner? Why don't you run back and see if Morgan will slide his big black cock up your arse? I'm sure he'd oblige if you washed first. Why do you have to ruin everything? And I'll fucking include you in what I want to damned well include you in and right now I'm sodding well including you in this mess.' He thumbed over his shoulder at Sam. 'You didn't like him anyway. I cant see why it would bother you what the fuck I did with him now. He's only good for two things and I don't think you want me to do either of them. Put that fucking cheroot away. Don't you fucking light that you miserable cunt!'

Spencer stood with the cheroot in one hand and a lighter in the other. 'Why not? Why cant I smoke this?'

'You fucking know why! Don't you dare fucking light that!'

He did though. It made him cough and it made the room spin for a while but he was going to try to do what the book said and that book said that these smokes assisted in pushing back the demon inside of Floyd's head. It said that Floyd would want to smoke it and the demon wouldn't. It said that Spencer had to incapacitate Floyd and get him to smoke. It suggested tying him up, but that was not going to work if he couldn't get Floyd to get himself back in control and allow it to happen. 'Floyd… I want to talk to Floyd not you, whoever you are. I need you to let me talk to Floyd again.'

'What the fuck for? What's he got that I've not got?' Floyd returned to Sam and sliding his arms under the soggy body picked him up. 'I suppose I've got this. Come watch.' Floyd left the room and made his way to the stairs. 'Come on Babes… come watch. You might learn something.' And though the last – one of the last – things Spencer wanted to do was to watch Floyd have sex with Sam he followed anyway after reclaiming the plastic binders and making sure he had both whiskey and cheroots. Though this was likely going to make Spencer feel ill he thought that this might be the distraction he needed to get Floyd under control. When Spencer walked through the bedroom door a minute or so after Floyd, Floyd already had Sam's boots off and was pulling down his pants.

'Is that… do you really have to?' Spencer shuddered.

'He's wet.' Floyd told Spencer. 'And though I've nothing against fucking something slightly soggy, he stinks of piss and I do have something against fucking something which smells of dirty public toilets. Take a seat Spence, don't just stand there looking like you want to join in – unless you do? Want to add necrophilia to your list of crimes? Or maybe just take me from behind whilst I fuck Sam – Now wouldn't that be fun. Something to talk about at parties.'

Spencer sat quickly in a small padded chair and lit up again. He placed the whiskey bottle on the floor.

'I can fix this.' Floyd said as he ripped off Sam's shirt and threw it to the side.

'Floyd maybe can. You cant.' Spencer muttered.

A pair of dark eyes looked over at Spencer. 'Put that fucking thing out.'

'But it helps calm your nerves Floyd. It stops the nose bleeds. Surely you want to enjoy Sam?' Spencer stood up on very wobbly legs but managed to walk over to Floyd. He held out the smoke to him. 'Burn him.' Spencer said though it was making him feel sick to say it. 'On his back.' Spencer then indicated the other burn marks over Sam's back and on the back of his upper arms. 'You've done it before. You like the sound it makes when the heat burns into the flesh.' Still holding out the smoke to Floyd Spencer was amazed that by some marvellous fluke his hands weren't shaking. 'I'll do it for you if you want?' He leaned forward slightly with the cheroot tightly between his fingers.

'Give me that!' Floyd snatched it before Spencer could carry out what it had looked as though he was going to do… at least he was grateful for that. Now Spencer moved back quickly and sat down again. Floyd had the cheroot. That was the important thing.

He watched. Not because he wanted to watch what went on, but to try to catch that perfect moment when he could go over there and tie Floyd's hands to something, or maybe a foot? There had to be a way to restrain Floyd and Spencer didn't want to miss his chance. He only puked once but he didn't feel shame. Anyone witnessing what Floyd did would have puked. Reid listened to the happy satisfied noises Floyd was making and to the silence coming from Sam who he knew (from experience) was usually very noisy. It made his stomach clench further but all the time he was throwing up on the green and red rug he couldn't concentrate and he had to… 'Another smoke?' He asked as he pulled one from his pocket and started to light up. He got no reply but that didn't matter. He stood and walked quickly over to where Floyd was laying on his side doing something to Sam who was also laying on his side. He also looked around for something to smack Floyd on the back of the head with. There's a table lamp but it's the other side of the bed but Spencer didn't want to alert Floyd too much. 'Smoke.' He asked again handing it over trying not to look too closely at what was going on.

'Join us Babes.' Floyd muttered and held out a hand for the cheroot. 'Or get me a drink? I can do this. I can fix him.'

Spencer handed over the smoke and went to get the bottle of whiskey. A drunk Floyd who wasn't all he appeared to be was now worrying Spencer. Maybe he'd made a mistake thinking that drink would help? Maybe he could smack him on the back of the head with the bottle? Fixing Sam wasn't going to happen. You don't fix people by doing what he was doing to him. And now of course Spencer was sort of hoping that Floyd couldn't fix him as he had encouraged Floyd to burn Sam and though that'd not hurt while Sam was dead it certainly would if he suddenly was cured by The Sperm of the Gods which Floyd seemed to think he was in possession of.

'It's no fucking good.' Floyd muttered and rolled onto his back. He pushed the still floppy unresponsive Sam away from himself and stared at the ceiling. 'What's the plan Spence?' He glanced over to where Spencer was sitting fiddling with the cuffs. 'You have to have a better fucking plan than that. We need to get away from this damned place. If I can get away…'

'For now keep smoking.' Reid sighed and shook his head. 'If you wont put these on…' He paused and waved them at Floyd. '… and I cant knock you out…'

'That's it? That's your plan? What about Sam?'

Spencer stood and walked with his heart pounding in his chest over to Floyd. 'Roll over and let me cuff you. Then I'll tell you what the plan is.'

Floyd smirked. 'You're fucking kidding me I assume? You'd really expect me to let you do that? What the fuck's wrong with you? You think I'm stupid? How the sodding hell is that going to help Sam?' He sat up on the bed and prodded the thing next to him. 'Tell me how putting myself under your control is going to help him!'

Spencer stood near to the bed but his body was ready to run if he thought Floyd was going to get up. 'The book said…'

'Fuck the book! You tell me Spence Babes… how can I help my Sam if you wont fucking let me?'

'You killed him!' Spencer shouted back at him. 'You went out after him and dragged him back and he's dead! You cant help him! I cant help him. He's gone and no amount of you feeling sorry for your self and no amount of guilt is going to bring him back again. The book said you need to be restrained and that you need to smoke these things. It said that you have to push back whatever it is in your head. I don't know what Sam was meaning when he said things were backwards and now I cant ask him, but that's all I can think to do now. I want – no I need you to do what Sam wanted you to do. He was going for help. Now just let me do this and accept it. Unless of course you like having something in your head controlling you. Unless it really was you and not something I cant quite understand… is this all a sick game?'

'It wasn't me!' Floyd jumped down off the bed and though Spencer was ready to run he just stood there and faced Floyd.

'Well who was it then? Whose hands did that to him? Who dragged him back dead? Who was it if it wasn't you? You've lost your mind Floyd.'

Floyd grabbed Spencer by the front of his shirt and spoke very slowly and carefully in a big spit filled voice. 'It fucking well wasn't me your fuck! Are you accusing me of something?'

Reid ignored the splatter of spittle over his face and nodded slowly. 'Well who else could it have been? You or…?' He didn't finish. Floyd's forehead made contact with Spencer's face and then hands pushed him back out of the way.

'That's right! Accuse me of shit! Accuse me all you fucking want! Attack me when I'm not… when I'm… Spencer?' He moved over and knelt down next to Reid who lay on the floor now knowing that he was going to follow Sam pretty soon. 'Spence… I don't feel too good.'

'Ask yourself why you tied Sam up in the back of the van.' Spencer said to Floyd as he scrabbled to his feet again.

'I didn't.' Floyd turned to look at Sam. 'Why would I have done that?'

'Then check on him. Go look. You can see where he tore the skin on his wrists and ankles. Go look if you don't believe me and then tell me who did that if it wasn't you. Tell me why you tied my ankle to the seat of the van. And why did you buy this place? You said it wasn't what you expected. What did you expect Floyd?'

He walked quickly back over to Sam and looked at his hands and feet. 'I didn't fucking well do this!'

'Tell me what you were expecting if it wasn't this fine house on the cliffs.' Spencer walked slowly back to the bed trying not to look too closely at Sam. Not that he'd not seen a dead body before, but this was someone he knew; someone he new intimately.

Floyd shook his head. 'Small single storey place on the beach. Made of brick. It was perfect Spence. Fucking perfect. What the fuck are we doing here? I didn't buy this place. I was going to take us down to Florida for the holidays and maybe stay there a while. Where the hell are we anyway?'

'In some small village just south of Portland. Now if you didn't drive us here who did? Here have a smoke.'

'I think the answer is in the cellar and though I don't want to go down there and though I don't think it's the best idea I've ever had it's the only thing I can think of doing. You went down there alone and something happened. The thing… whatever it is…'

'Shut the fuck up a minute will you and let me think. You natter on like some old dried up fuck. Just keep quiet and let me think and yes… give me a smoke. The thing is this Spence, if there's something down there then I don't want you to get infected as such. I need you to stay up here and I need you to fuck Sam.'

Spencer nodded. 'Well good plan except I'm not letting you go down there alone and I'm not going to do that to Sam.'

'Don't like sloppy seconds? You've never complained before. What's happened to suddenly make you so fucking fussy?'

Reid pointed at Sam. 'He's dead! And I don't want to… fuck him and I never did want to.' He ignored the incredulous look on Floyd's face. 'I wanted…'

'NO!' Floyd stood from the bed again. 'Please don't tell me that you wanted to make love to that little cunt? Please don't say that because I'm not in the mood for humour. I don't want to laugh till I puke. Not today. Spencer… you cant make love to Sam. It's not possible. He's a whore. He's for fucking and that's all and you might want to imagine that you had something special going on with him, but I assure you it was only one way Babes. You fucked Sam. I fuck you. There's no love involved. Sam can only love himself. He's not capable of anything else. What I suggest then my sweets is that you grab him and drag him downstairs again and we'll visit the cellar together. I can maybe offer him in swap for regaining my sanity. How does that sound to you? Now I know that you're going to moan and complain and bitch at me but as you keep saying he's dead so one little sacrifice isn't going to hurt too much is it?'

The room Reid was standing in was getting dark around the edges. Shadows were creeping in too fast. He was sure there were things were moving around. If it was this bad upstairs what the hell was it going to be like down in the cellar. 'But…' He pointed at Sam again. 'You said…'

'Well I cant fix him. I tried and it didn't work so I'm going to use him to get me fixed and then I'm going to make mad passionate love to you and show you what you've been missing. I need an axe. Need to have something I can remove his head with. Of course I can just slice it off with a little kitchen knife but it's so much more dramatic with a nice axe. Don't suppose you've got one have you? Come on… chop chop… no pun intended but we have work to do and I need to do it whilst this demon is hiding away. Get an axe…' Floyd paused. 'Spence you've gone a funny colour. Take some deep breaths or something. You look like you're gonna puke. Babes…' Floyd took a hold of one of Reid's shoulders. 'It's you or him and he's already dead… as you keep telling me… though he's not as such, but yes… so it's you or Sam. Do you want to take his place? I can arrange that. I'll still fuck you though.'

Reid felt himself nodding slowly.

'You want to take Sam's place?'

And Reid would love to have the courage to say he would. He'd love to have been able to say that… 'No.' He muttered. 'But if you really think you can do something for him…'

'Which I cant. You keep telling me that. You've made me doubt my ability to save the little cunt whore dog motherfucking bitch slag and so off with his head… drink some blood… have a light lunch on some internal bits and bobs and hey presto I'll be able to force this son of a whore out of my head and we'll all live happily ever after. Now how does that sound? Good or awesome?'