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Warnings: language, mentions of drugs, blood, and violence, spoilers to season 2 "The Big Game" and "Revelations", spoilers to season 4 "Omnivore" and "...And Back", spoilers to season 5 "Nameless, Faceless" (geesh...)


Early the next morning, Aaron Hotchner was sitting at his desk looking over some familiar case files, the same ones that he's checked over and over and over again.

George Foyet's case.

He looked on at the numerous crime scenes with dead, helpless victims, courtesy of Foyet. Hotchner glanced at every body, all the blood and set his jaw when he came across the picture of the bus Foyet had shot up. This shouldn't have happened. If he had only made the deal…

No. He didn't regret not making the deal, it was the right thing to do.

After all, he doesn't make deals with criminals, especially with ones like the Reaper.

I don't make deals; I'm the guy who hunts guys like you.

You should've made the deal…

Instinctively Hotch's hand tightened as the memory of the attack in his apartment burned within his mind. He had fought but he had lost—now he was left 9 scars etched into his torso as a reminder that the Reaper is capable of horrible things.

He lightly touched one now as he heavily sighed. Yet worst of all, his failure was the reason why Hayley and Jack were in danger. If he had only known. If he had only been stronger, smarter…

He was startled out of his thoughts when the phone at his desk began to ring. He looked up and then picked up the device. "Hotchner."

"Special Agent Hotchner! This is Atlanta's city police chief Edward Sullivan! I have information regarding Boston's serial killer George Foyet and was told to contact you!"

Once that accursed name slipped out, Hotchner instantly stiffened and became alert. "What do you have?"

"Well we've recently discovered the body of a young girl named Rita Dallas. She was found dead in an alley with multiple stab wounds and the eye of providence carved into her torso. We've just sent you the crime scene photos."

Hotchner set his jaw yet was confused; ever since Foyet escaped prison, he hasn't attacked anyone other than Hotch.

What changed?

"I see. But how can you be sure that this one murder is the work of Foyet? He was last seen here in Quantico so it's unlikely that he's in Atlanta. You could be dealing with a copycat killer."

"We've considered the possibility but we have evidence that it was him; we have witnesses who have claimed to have seen him. Foyet was spotted in an institution visiting an inmate and was apparently impersonating a psychiatrist named Harold Carson. We've investigated the real Dr. Carson but we've discovered his apartment empty yet there were signs of someone's recent occupation—he's been deemed missing and presumably killed by Foyet."

"So one possible murder and an official murder," Hotchner murmured as he nodded to himself. "And you know for a fact that he's been at this institution?"

"Yes, the Director had called us and informed us of this. According to him, Foyet had presumably given a patient a switchblade so that he could go after the inmate he was visiting."

"And who was he visiting?"

"A local criminal named Tobias Hankel. From what I know you've apprehended him before."

Tobias Hankel.

Hotchner froze at that name and numbly listened on as Chief Sullivan explained how Foyet had provided another patient with the means to attack Hankel, sending him to a hospital. Then to his horror, Foyet managed to hijack the car transporting Hankel back to the institution and proceeded to murder the guards driving him. When the police had gotten to the scene, they found the car smashed into a tree with the bodies inside and Foyet and Hankel were gone.

They escaped.

Hotchner briefly informed the chief that he and the BAU team will be there as soon as they could and in turn was promised to be promptly sent the necessary information. When he hung up, he clenched his fists together and frowned intensely at the case files in front of him.

It couldn't be coincidence that Foyet happened to choose Tobias to break out—no, it was too specific, too particular. Foyet is calculating and meticulous so it had to be planned out.

He had a scheme prepared.

But why Tobias?

Knowing Hankel's connection to the team, to Reid in particular, unnerved Hotch and silently answered his question. Somehow Foyet knew about Tobias and was going to use him to his advantage, possibly due to their similar animosities towards the team.

Hotchner wasn't sure what exactly Foyet had in mind but he didn't like it, especially if it could involve Reid.

Reminded of his subordinate, Hotchner looked out the window and spotted Reid within the bullpen. The young profiler was leaning over his paperwork, diligently working and putting his complete focus on the task at hand. Hotchner felt his heart constrict when he noticed the others, specifically Morgan, were ignoring him.

It hurt seeing the team so detached like this but there was nothing he can do but let it smooth over by itself. Things have been difficult lately and were only going to get worse with this incident regarding Foyet.

The former unit chief sighed in exasperation. There was no way in hell that he was going to ignore the case but he was even more against the idea of Reid going along. Hotch saw no other option than to leave Reid behind on this one.

It was for his own good.

Immediately Hotchner got up and left his office. He was about to head for the bullpen when he noticed a frantic JJ and an even more frazzled Garcia coming into the area. JJ held a manila folder in her hand and instantly Hotchner knew that they had gotten the files they needed.

For a brief moment JJ caught sight of Hotchner and they locked gazes, fear lighting within her eyes and determination within his. Then they simultaneously glanced over at an oblivious Reid and looked at each other again, understanding taking shape this time. She knew that he knew about the case and both realized just how dangerous and how close this one was.

Hotchner and JJ simultaneously walked into the bullpen with a misty-eyed Garcia following along. "Conference room. Now." Immediately the team looked up, recognized the 'no-nonsense' glint in his eyes, and wordlessly got up and headed to the conference room.

Reid grabbed his satchel and started to get up until Hotchner brusquely said, "Reid, I need a word."

The young profiler looked questioningly at him but Hotch turned to JJ and Garcia. "Start the briefing. I'll join you later." The girls exchanged glances and then nodded before hurrying to catch up with the others.

Reid looked to Hotchner with confusion. "Um, what's going on, Hotch? Is everything alright?"

The former unit chief took a moment to sigh before saying, "Reid, I'm going to be blunt—this case is in Atlanta, Georgia and it involves Tobias specifically. I've just been informed that he's escaped…with some help from Foyet."

Reid instantly stiffened, panic sharpening his hazel eyes like a scythe. Once his mind fully processed his boss's words, dozens of alarming questions rose up and rushed within him like racecars.

And all possible answers crashed and burned.

"What?! Escaped?! But…how?! Why?! Why would Foyet help Tobias escape?! Wait, how long has Foyet been in Atlanta?! When was this?! What happened?!"

Hotch raised up his hand in an appeasing gesture. "From what I've been told this escape was recent, just yesterday, and planned out specifically by Foyet; it's possible that he convinced another inmate to attack Tobias so that he may be removed from the institution. Foyet then somehow intercepted the transit back."

"Another inmate?" Reid's mind was hurriedly dashing to collect facts and details. "Earl! Earl had attacked Tobias! Did Foyet convince him to do it?! Yes, he must've and it would be easy for him to manipulate Earl with the right words, the right weapon…and then all Foyet would have to do is just sit back and wait for Earl to do his dirty work! He-"

"Reid, slow down," Hotch stated. "What are you talking about? Who's Earl?"

"Earl Rogers is an inmate at the institution. He and Tobias have never gotten along for a number of reasons. Tobias, um, often told me that he received glares from him." Reid looked mildly sheepish at Hotchner who chose to ignore it.

"I see. So you're saying that Foyet might've somehow found out about Earl and convinced him to attack Tobias."

"Precisely! But Hotch, what does Foyet want with Tobias? Their respective hometowns are states apart and the last we heard Foyet was lurking around Quantico! Why would he make the trip to Atlanta to break out Tobias?! What could he possibly want with him?! There's no reason that Foyet has any reason to talk to him and the only way they're even remotely connected is…"

Reid suddenly drifted off, his eyes widening with fear and understanding as he stared at Hotch in horror. The man nodded. "The only thing that connects them is us—the team has been there for both their cases and they each know someone in particular they dislike. I'm not sure how Foyet discovered this but we aim to get to the bottom of it."

Reid firmly nodded in return. "Alright. We better catch up with the team and then we'll head out on the next flight to Atlanta."

"No Reid." The young profiler looked taken aback over his strict declaration. "You're not going with us on this case. It's too close for you due to Tobias so I'm having you stay here. You'll help Garcia instead."

Hotchner wasn't surprised to hear an appalled, adamant "What?! NO! Hotch, you can't just leave me here! Tobias is with one of most dangerous serial killers we've ever faced! I can't ignore that—he needs me!"

"I know you want to help but it's not a good idea for you to come. You're too close to this case so it's easy to let your emotions control your decisions. Also, we have no idea what Foyet is planning to do with Tobias but he chose him for the reason that he's connected to the team, to you. I don't want to put you in any possible danger now that Hankel is with Foyet-"

"Hotch," Reid interrupted, "if you're conveying that Tobias might try to hurt me then you're wrong; Tobias is my friend and he would never even consider it."

"So you say," Hotch bluntly intervened, "but it's not Tobias I'm worried about, it's his personalities. You and I both know that his other personalities are hostile and they have a specific hatred towards you. It's most likely that Foyet knows this and he could easily convince them to hurt you; for all we know that could be his plan, to attack us through another person."

Reid didn't bother delving into that possibility as he firmly shook his head. "You're right about 'Charles' and 'Raphael' but you forget that Tobias is also in control. Over the years, I've noticed Tobias gaining more confidence with each letter and slowly he began to obtain independence. It took him awhile but he eventually realized that his personalities can't command him. He stood up to them, to his 'father' in particular. He has the strength to oppose them and will do so again. Tobias won't let them win."

Hotchner mustered his subordinate for a moment before shaking his head. "Regardless of what you think, I'm not risking putting you in danger. Besides, your affirmations are exactly what I meant by you being too close to this; I know Tobias is your friend and even if he wasn't, this case already has some…emotional scars."

He internally winced at Reid's frown yet continued: "But it's going to be more difficult seeing that he is your friend. We don't know if Foyet is still with Tobias and if he is what his intentions are, though most likely bad. Who knows what he's going to do with him." Reid frowned deeper. "My point is, I'm sure that your concern for Tobias will cloud your judgment. I need everyone focused on this case and having you stressed won't do us or Tobias any good."

Reid bit back an exasperated groan. "I won't let my emotions get in the way, I promise. Please, Hotch I can't stay behind—not for this one. I need to find Tobias and bring him to safety. I'm aware of the risks because of 'Charles' and 'Raphael' but I'm willing to take them—I'm not afraid of them."

Hotchner looked surprised and partially skeptical so Reid sighed and levelly continued: "You may not think so, but I'm not. Besides you know as well as I do that you need me for this. I know Tobias better than anyone else; I can predict his moves. I know Tobias as my friend and I know his personalities from…when I was kidnapped."

The former unit chief caught the momentary hesitation in Reid's sentence yet the young man nevertheless proceeded: "If Tobias still is with Foyet then we have a better chance at finding him. I know Tobias well enough to effectively track him down so if we find him, we find Foyet."

Hotch instinctively frowned at the name yet didn't say anything. Recognizing his boss's vexation, Reid reluctantly added, "Hotch, I know how much this case means to you…because of Foyet."

At Hotchner's deepened knitted brows, Reid cleared his throat and resumed, "But this could be our chance to finally apprehend him for good. If you have me along, you'll increase the prospect of finding him if he's with Tobias. However, you need me to come along to Georgia and let me help. I know you want to protect me but there's nothing to protect—I'm not the same guy that you and the team found in the graveyard those years ago."

For a moment Hotchner didn't know what to say, shocked by Reid's resolve.

"Besides," Reid said, "even if you say 'no' then I'll just board the next flight to Atlanta and meet you guys there. You wouldn't be able to do anything then."

The faint wry smile on Reid's lips caused Hotch to raise his eyebrow.

Reid was right, he wasn't the same person from that horrible day—he was found as a fragile, vulnerable kid that was close to shattering from fear and exhaustion but now he's emerged as a confident young man who refuses to back down.

Within that moment, Hotch was never more proud and he briefly thought that Gideon would've felt the same had he still been part of the team.

Time does have a way of changing things.

Hotchner contemplated what to do, weighing all possibilities: perhaps Reid was right about Tobias but the Reaper was there too. His destructive presence increased the likelihood of danger.

But then again, Foyet was after him, not Reid. And this could be the only chance he had again.

After conflicting with himself, he eventually sighed in defeat. "I suppose I wouldn't be able to do anything. Fine Reid, I guess I have no other choice then to let you come along."

As Reid beamed with joy, Hotchner interjected, "But if I see that this case is getting to you then I will remove you, whether we need you or not. I expect you to keep a level head and to not do anything rash, especially try and go off by yourself. And you are not to be alone at any time. I'll make sure that someone is always with you."

Though Reid seemed annoyed at the prospect at having a babysitter, he nevertheless nodded his consent. "Of course, I understand. You can count on me."

Hotch assessed for a moment before inclining his head. "Good. Now let's catch up to the others—I'll be the one to tell them that you're coming along though I'm sure they'll disapprove, especially Morgan."

Reid lightly winced but nodded. "I know." Though he didn't say anymore, Hotchner could hear the unspoken 'but I don't care' within it. And looking at the determined glint in Reid's eyes, he knew that he wasn't going to back down.

This was Reid's case as well as his.


Meanwhile Charles Hankel regained consciousness. He groggily opened his heavy eyes and became suddenly aware of the sharp pain in his skull and the dull ache of his body.

He groaned as he instinctively held his head and gazed around the area, scowling. "What the hell…?" The place was dank, earthy, and dark, holding an unwelcoming atmosphere full of dread and despair. Something about this place was familiar yet he couldn't quite remember.

Charles realized that he was lying on a wooden floor, surrounded by dirty shovels and gravestones. He carefully pushed himself up, mindful of the pounding in his head, and gradually sat up. A closer look around showed that he was in a small, rustic cabin or shack of some sort and it only had two rooms: the one that he was currently in that held several items that apparently belonged to a gravedigger and a lone wooden chair that had a leather strap that bound it to a pair of handcuffs…

Eyes widening with surprise, Charles instantly stood up and frowned at the chair, clearly recognizing it and who last sat in it.

What are you staring at, boy?

…You're not Raphael.

Do I look like Raphael?

Charles gritted his teeth and looked further into the other room and seeing a couple of old, dusty computers that evidently haven't been used for years.

No…NO! (Knocks over chair in anger) They're trying to silence my message!

I can't control what they do I'm not with them I'm with you.

Really? (He shows him the scathing evidence of an older demon clearly addressing him, telling him to fight back; the Satan boy could only watch in horror, having nothing to say in his guilt) Do you think you can defy me?

I don't know what he's talking about.

You're a liar!

(He received a small whimper and terrified eyes in response and then something caught his eye. The kid noticed and his startled orbs quickly glanced down yet darted back up, fearfully, guiltily. Almost instantly he stalked over to the demon and forcibly rolled up his sleeve; he found familiar tiny needle-shaped marks near his veins)

You're pitiful! (He angrily dropped the arm as the kid squeezed his eyes shut in dread) Just like my son! (He had to teach him a lesson so he turned on the camera and turned back to him) This ends now!

He was at the cabin.

"Reminiscing about the good ol' days?"

Charles immediately turned to the familiar, bemused voice across the room and spotted George Foyet looming in a dark corner, the shadows shrouding him and outlining his gleaming smile.

"Foyet?! What the hell's going on here?!"

The man chuckled with ease, seeming almost satisfied. "Oh relax Mr. Hankel everything's fine. If anything you should be thanking me—do you even realize what it means that you're here right now?"

Charles narrowed his eyes but then briefly mollified. "I'm not at that god-damned institution."

Foyet nodded, his smirk broadening. "Precisely. Do you remember how you got here?"

"No. Did you bring me here?"

"Yes; you can I say I broke you out of that hellhole."

Understanding sunk within him and Charles gradually relaxed as a gratified glint briefly sparked in his dark eyes. "You did? How?"

"Well it wasn't easy but not impossible. I just ambushed the cop car taking you and your son back to the institution from the hospital. It was a little messy but it's a done deal seeing that we're not dead. Anyways, then it was just a simple transferring the two of you here. It'll be a while before anyone notices your disappearance and a bit longer for them to think of looking here."

Charles nodded but then frowned. "I don't remember any of that—must've been unconscious. Those damned doctors kept giving me medication anyways. It's not like I needed it, I'm not weak. He paused then said, "Speaking of which, where is my worthless son?"

"Oh he's around," Foyet dismissively responded with a wave of his hand. "He was a bit squeamish when I attacked the officers guarding you guys so he passed out."

"Pathetic weakling," Charles muttered with repugnance.

"Yeah, I get it. Some people just can't stomach these things." He briefly shrugged before continuing, "Now Mr. Hankel I brought you here for a reason other than taking a stroll down memory lane and releasing you from that prison; I was hoping to put you back into business."

Charles blinked once. "What do you mean?"

"Mr. Hankel, I gotta ask you: when you look around this room, what's your first thought?"

Charles glanced around the room, zooming in on the wooden chair, and clenched his fists. "I think of that FBI devil. I had him here, you know—I tried to force him to confess his sins and after a while, he broke and finally did. I only regret that he got away without paying for his crimes against God."

Foyet's smile grew more malicious and he inclined his head in understanding. "You see Mr. Hankel, that's what I mean—you're right, it is a shame that the kid had escaped but I think it's an atrocity that you had to pay the price for it. Why did you have to suffer at the institution while the kid gets off stock-free? Now that's just wrong. Wouldn't you want revenge against him? Wouldn't you want to find him and send him to Hell in the most…unpleasant way possible?"

Charles glared and growled, "Damn straight I would. If I ever find that little bastard again, I'd do worse than just beat him—I'd impale him before breaking all his bones one by one and snapping his neck. Then he'll learn to never cross me."

Foyet's eyes gleamed with approval and thrill. "Yeah, now that's the way to go! And I'd like to help you with that—not only with that Spencer Reid kid but with all the other sinners in this world. I want to follow your example and crucify all the goddamned miscreants that dare roam this planet.

"Mr. Hankel, when I first saw your videos, I immediately recognized that you, Tobias, and Raphael made a pretty damn good team. Though Raphael did the actual killing, you're the one who reminded everyone of God's word. Out of the three of you, I was most impressed with you even though Raphael was a close second. Now I need to know: if you had the chance, would you do it all again…the murders, the videos…everything?"

Charles didn't even have to think about it. "Yes, I would take great pride in serving under God by doing Him that favor."

"Good, that's just the answer I wanted to hear. So now that you're free, I'd like to give you that opportunity. How would you like to purge the earth of the useless, sinning scum again?"

A very small smirk pinched the corner of Charles's mouth. "I'd like that. What do you have in mind?"

Foyet smirked and responded, "Well that depends: do you think Raphael will mind if I take his place?"


You know what Foyet...NO! Just no! XP

So the team is heading for Atlanta. Any thoughts on how this will all go down? I'd love to hear them :)

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