Title: The Four Roses

Pairings: Billy Darley X Spencer Reid. Derek Morgan X Spencer Reid (Strong Friendship).

Rating: M

Warnings: Slash (maleXmale), Graphic sex, Graphic possible rape, Violence, Language.

Summary: Spencer Reid is seventeen and on his way to joining the BAU, but when his father is murdered all that seems to keep him going is his work and...Billy Darley. When his mentor finds out about Billy, he is worried for Spencer and tries to help. But will his help really help, or will it make him run to Billy all the more?


Introduction

Spencer walked out of the front entrance to the University. He looked up at the sky and frowned deeply. It was raining and the sky was dark with grey clouds. He looked down at the text book and two writing books in his arms before he pulled his brown leather satchel off of his shoulder and knelt down on the stone patio in front of the entrance. He shuffled the stuff already in his bag around and then placed the three books into the bag; they were thick hardback books, so his bag was full and bulging and the straps wouldn't go all the way so he could close it properly but at least they were out of the rain...unlike himself.

He stepped off of the patio and out into the rain. He pulled his coat tight around him and folded his arms over his chest to keep it shut. He kept his head down as he walked out of the University's yard and onto the street. He wondered how much longer he was going to have to study before he was able to officially apply for the FBI, specifically the Behavioural Analysis Unit. He had been studying at the University for nearly a whole year now, but he had been going to lectures given by Jason Gideon, a man who had worked for the BAU for a number of years now and in other divisions of the FBI before that. He really admired the man, and what he did. He had spoken to Jason Gideon quite a few times, and the man himself had even come to Spencer after some of the lectures to talk about things. He had told the man he wanted to join the BAU, and that he wanted it to be soon. But...Gideon had told him to take things slow and not rush them, he was only seventeen now and already in University so it wouldn't be too much longer before he was able to join...and that when the time came if he still wanted to join the BAU, he would vouch for him to the team's leader.

He turned the corner at the end of the street...and crashed into someone. He felt hands grip tightly at his upper arms, he wasn't sure if the hands were to steady him so he didn't fall or if they were to steady him before they fisted and punched him. He looked up, water dropping onto his glasses immediately and slightly blurring his vision.

"I-I'm really sorry, I w-wasn't looking where I was g-going." He said and tried to smile slightly. He looked at the man holding him; he was tall, he had a moustache and goatee...and he was bald, but it was defiantly shaven, Spencer could tell.

"Don't worry 'bout it." The man said and then let go of Spencer. He walked past Spencer before speaking to him. "Watch where y' going."

Spencer had turned his head to look over his shoulder and watch the man walk away. "E-erm, o-okay." He muttered quietly to himself. He turned back around and crossed the road quickly. He had to get home. It was getting late and his mother was still in the hospital, so he had to get dinner ready for him and his dad and then he had to go to the hospital to see his mother.

It wasn't long before he got home. He shut the front door behind him and placed his satchel down on the floor so he could take his rain drenched coat off. "Dad, I need to put the heating on; my coat is soaked so I need to put in on one of the radiators." He walked down the hall towards the kitchen. "Is that alright?" He switched the heating on and then put his coat on the radiator near the back door. He realised his dad hadn't answered him yet. He frowned. "Dad?" He lifted his arm and looked at his watch, which was on the underside of his wrist and over his shirt. It was seven-thirty.

This was strange. His dad was always home by six-thirty, so why wasn't he answering? He walked out of the kitchen and back down the hallway, so he could stand at the bottom of the stairs. "Dad? Dad, you home?" He shrugged; maybe dad was working late? But he would have left a message on the answer phone.

"Maybe I should try checking the answer phone..." He mumbled to himself as he walked towards the living room. It was dark, really dark. As he took another step into the room, his foot slipped forward and he fell to the floor awkwardly. "Ouch..." He shuffled around and crawled to the wall; he stretched his arm up the wall and flicked the switch. When the light came on, he stood up and felt his foot squelch in something on the floor. He looked down at the carpet and frowned deeply, it was smeared with something red. He looked down the wall and there was red there too, from where his hands had been. His eyes fell to his hands as he turned around, his hands were red too. What the heck was it? It couldn't be what his mind was telling him it was, could it? His eyes wandered away from his hands and down to the middle of the room.

His dad was there. His dad was laid in the middle of the room. His dad was laid lifeless in the middle of the room, blood seeping out of him and making a steady stream on the carpet towards where Spencer was standing. His dad's skin was pale and cold...meaning he'd been like that a while. Meaning he was really dead. He knew he should double check, check his pulse, call for an ambulance...but he wasn't thinking straight. He backed out of the room, his foot slipping again but this time he managed to stay standing before he ran for the door.

He ran out of the room and started to run down the street. It was still raining heavily. He bumped into someone and crashed to the floor. He laid on his back on the ground, breathing heavily, his glasses now cockeyed and streams of tears rolling from his eyes.

"You again." The voice sounded surprised and annoyed.

Spencer frowned. He knew this voice. He clambered to his feet and fisted his hands in the man's leather jacket. He knew he knew that voice; it was the man from before. "Please...p-p-please...I-I need h-h-help...m-my dad...h-h-he...please help me."


End of Intro!

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