Recovery
Hotch/Prentiss- from just before '100' to living again afterwards. Emily helps Hotch recover from Foyet's attacks and their effect on him.
Part 1-Death Row Visit- Karl Arnold, "Outfoxed"
"This isn't over, Agent Hotchner… at least not for you. He's just getting warmed up. It's just… you don't see it, yet. But you will. Agent Hotchner? Before you go, there's one final thing I'd like to share with you. So, you think you've found my admirer… a woman."
Emily retorted, "your 'admirer' is like everyone who contacts you… lost."
The Fox smiled, "No. No, my love. Your guy is far from lost."
Hotch bit out, "we're done."
Arnold continued, "so, is he." He held up a note and read, "Look at what I have done –an Admirer"
Hotch replied, "we will find whoever sent you that."
Arnold grinned, "no, Agent Hotchner. I rather think he's already found you."
Hotch was furiously flipping through the prisoner's journal, not even hearing when Emily called his name. And there it was, the Eye of Providence, inked over a clipping entitled 'FBI Agent Attacked in His Home.' He turned his gaze back to The Fox as the man rambled on, happily, "I can't believe you can't see what he's doing."
Arnold leered to Emily, "he's torturing him."
She flinched minutely, and then fixed her expression almost as stoical as her partner's. She saw the clipping and murmured with alarm, "Foyet!"
Arnold spoke quietly, savoring the moment, "he was right. It is great to watch you squirm, Agent Hotchner." Karl Arnold's smile twisted the knife-like, familiar words into Hotch's psyche. "Agent Prentiss asked earlier about 'my fan' and I clarified that he is more an admirer. Truthfully, if either of us were to be counted a fan of the other, it would be the other way around. I AM a fan of his work." He laughed softly and looked down.
Turning his gaze back to Hotch, Arnold asserted softly, "he's not waiting for you to find him. He's coming after you, again." He smiled in contentment. "And, so the worm turns. You could say we're ALL fans of his work in here, Agent Hotchner." Hotch stared stonily at The Fox as it penetrated his mind that all of the prisoners' catcalls were as much to him as to Emily. He whirled on his heel, and ran the gauntlet of taunts and jeers, knowing that every contemptible man there knew intimately how he'd suffered at Foyet's hands. Arnold called after his retreating form, "he knew you'd come!"