Foyet throws a glass across the room, watching it shatter on the far wall. He glares at the man in front of him.
"What do you mean she murdered Duff?"
Spitz swallows hard. "She just murdered him."
Foyet steps closer, his voice the same murderous calm he uses when killing someone. "What was she doing in our territory and what were you all doing to incur her wrath, Spitz?"
Spitz stares at his boss. With Duff dead, Spitz now has a chance to move up in the ranks to be on of Foyet's main enforcers. Everything hinged on this answer.
"There were a couple of fresh chicks out there. We ain't never seen them before and they were asking about guys with Doyle's shamrock. We saw they didn't have any symbols on them so Duff said they was ours now and told the one chick to give him a blow job. Next thing we know Prentiss is there claiming the bitches are hers. She gave Duff to 5 to let them go then started shooting. Wounded us but killed Duff. She ain't never liked him. She just wanted a reason to kill him and used them bitches to do it."
"And you are sure they didn't have a symbol of Fidelis on them?" Foyet presses.
Spitz nods rapidly. "Yeah! I'm sure. I swear, Boss!"
Foyet starts to pace. If Prentiss had been nearby it's because Hotch had found out about Hailey. Not only was she a bitch for Fidelis she was Hotch's personal property. Foyet had known that when he took her and had his way with her, sending her back with a few scars to remember him by. Prentiss had been sent to kill him. He could offer Hotch an out: Duff's death and the injuries to his men in exchange for his acts against Hailey. He'd have to take the deal or start a war. He turns to Spitz.
"Have a message sent to Fidelis. We accept Duff's death as payment for the incident with Hailey. If he sends Prentiss or anyone else it will be considered an act of war."
Spitz nods. "Yes, Boss." He turns to go.
"Oh, and Spitz?" Spitz turns back. "Duff made a lethal mistake. He was going to have first dibs at fresh meat. That is my prerogative. If Prentiss hadn't killed him, I'd have made him beg for death. Don't make the same mistake."
Spitz nods again, even more rapidly than before. "I'll remember. Swear it, Boss."
"Good. Now go."
Spitz hurries out as fast as he can on his injured leg, worried Foyet would kill him anyway. And Foyet would kill slowly, savoring every whimper, tear, and moan he inflicted.
In his lair, Foyet stares out a window over the once beautiful Mall on Washington. His headquarters had once been the seat of power in the former United States. But as the states had splintered, as war around the world had torn people's loyalties apart, the U.S. Capitol Building had stood as a symbol of a fallen way of ruling a country.
"Fresh meat in town. Where did you ladies come from and why?" Foyet whispers. "And more importantly, why did Prentiss save you? Not like she's ever put herself out on a limb for anyone. No…no, there is something about you that made her react. And I plan to find out what that something is."
He walks over to the door and leans out. "Spider, get word to our spies at Fidelis. I want to know about the two women Prentiss saved. Who are they and why are they here and, more importantly, why did Prentiss save them?"
The man nods and goes out to contact their spies in the former Pentagon. Foyet walks back to the window, staring once again at the crumbling ruins of the Nation's Capital. Something was brewing. Word had it Doyle had a prisoner that could give him an edge on his enemies. Perhaps it was time to reach out to Doyle, extend a hand in friendship, and set up a partnership that could benefit both of them…especially Foyet.
"Yes, time to see what the Irishman knows," Foyet decides, then goes to his desk to draw up his plans.
Doyle smiles at his captive, though it doesn't reach his eyes. "Now, I do admire your strength, boy. But do you really think you can hold out? Why endure all this pain? Just tell me what I want to know and everything will be okay."
Spencer Reid had been starved and barely given any water since he had been taken. The small bowl of mush he had received that morning had done nothing to dim the raging hunger then and now, 12 hours later, was as distant a memory as his time in peace. He hates the tears that rain from his eyes but can't stop them.
"I…don't…know…what you…want…" he stammers.
Doyle shakes his head, clucking. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Lying is a sin, boy." He looks at his master of information. "Tell him how we feel about sin."
Tobias Hankel steps forward. His eyes are void of emotion as he speaks in an authoritative voice. "Proverbs 12:19 Truthful lips endure forever, but a lying tongue is but for a moment."
Doyle grins like a feral cat. "Well said, Raphael." He looks back at Spencer. "Right now he's Raphael. But if you keep pushing me I'll say what I need to bring Charles back. Is that what you want, boy?" Reid shakes his head. "Then tell me what you know about technology."
"I…I don't…I don't…"
Doyle shakes his head, feigning sadness, he leans down and looks into Reid's eyes. "You hurt my feelings, boy. I can give you a nice place to sleep, good food, and an end to the pain. Why do you fight me? Why do you choose the pain?"
Reid just whimpers, beyond the ability to form a coherent sentence. Doyle studies him carefully and sees if he pushes the boy much harder he'd be dead. But there was still a little more left in him for the moment. Doyle stands up and steps back. He looks at the man standing at attention beside him.
"Raphael, tell Charles the boy is disobeying him again."
Hankel's posture changes. His eyes go from passive to furious. He stomps towards Reid.
"STUPID FUCK!" he backhands Reid, who cries out in pain. Hankel grabs Reid by the front of the shirt. "You were TOLD to obey, boy! Mr. Doyle asked you a question! You best answer it!"
"I…ca- -can't…I can't…please…stop hurting…me…" Reid pleads.
Hankel stands, disgust in his face. "Another fucking pansy. Whining. Crying. Disobeying." He grabs Reid's foot and rips off his shoe and sock. "Answer Mr. Doyle, boy."
"I…can't…"
Hankel lifts up a length of wood and slams it as hard as he can into the bottom of Reid's foot.
"NO! OH, GOD!" Reid screams at this new act of torture.
Hankel repeats the strike 5 times before pausing to command Reid once more. "Answer Mr. Doyle, boy."
Reid just whimpers and shakes his head no. As much as the torture hurts, even as the pain becomes unbearable, his mind is clear enough to know if he admits that his knowledge is only what he's been told he will be dead and his family will be attacked again so that Penelope can be taken. He will endure as long as he can. For 40 strikes, he refuses to break. Finally Doyle stills Hankel's hand.
"Enough. We don't want to kill him. Yet." He looks into Hankel's eyes. "Take care of him, Tobias."
The stony eyes become meek, obedient as they are quickly averted. "Y- -yes, sir," the man stammers. He looks at the length of wood in his hand as if trying to figure out how it got there. He drops it down and goes to a nearby table to get what he needs to treat Reid's wounds.
Doyle watches him, shaking his head. "Three men in one. Handy but scary as shit," he mumbles as he starts towards the door. "Tobias."
"Yes, sir?"
"Get him a real meal. Heal him up good for the next 24 hours. Once he recovers some we'll start on him again."
"Yes, sir. I'll let Charles know when I see him, sir."
Doyle chuckles. "Aye, I'm sure you will." He walks out. "Fucking fruitcake," he mutters under his breath.
As soon as Doyle is gone, Tobias stops just bathing Reid's wounds. From his pocket he pulls a vial and an old syringe.
"This will help," he whispers, "but Mr. Doyle doesn't like it so don't tell him."
Reid shakes his head. "No…please…I don't want that…I don't…"
"It will help. Trust me," Tobias whispers. "Don't tell Charles, either. He'll hurt me if he knows I have this."
Reid tries to protest, tries to pull away but he just doesn't have the strength as Tobias injects him with the narcotic. The young genius had been trying to understand the three people that seem to inherit one body but when the Dilaudid starts to flow through him he realizes all he cares about is the way it takes him away from all the pain. He lets his mind wander back to Pennsylvania, to his two best friends, to happier days before the attack and his capture. He sighs.
"I should have asked Penelope to marry me," he mumbles, as his mind starts to picture life with the woman he loves.
Tobias stares at the man, at the smile on his face. He can't help but envy the fact that the man has something to smile about in a world that had been anything but happy for young Tobias Hankel. With a sigh he puts away the drugs and the syringe and continues to clean up the prisoner and doctor his wounds. Soon Doyle would bring Charles back to continue hurting the man. Tobias wants to be done and gone before Charles gets there. Charles scares him even more than Doyle does.
