Deal with the Devil-Completion
2 Days Later..
It was a pig farm. A damn pig farm!
The case had ended as bloody as it sounded, and when the team finally landed no one was in the mood to do anything. Physically and emotionally exhausted, Spencer picked up his case files- and a few of his teammate's, he dully noted- and started off to work. Once he finished the first case file, Spencer noticed a post-it note on his white board. Frowning, he read it to himself:
'It's time. I'm so sorry.
-Dark Eyes'
Spencer gulped before crumbling the paper up. He knew what it meant, but he just wasn't ready to face the reality of it yet. Instead he threw it away and forcefully wrote out his reports. While he wrote Spencer tried not to think about the horrific pig farm or the dead victims or even the paper he had just thrown away. When he finished a few hours later, Spencer went straight to his apartment and didn't bother thinking anything of the fact that Foyet wasn't there.
~* DWTD *~
Foyet had had an unfair advantage since day one, and that advantage was named 'Spencer'. Right now it proved to be an advantage because Spencer was gone and he now knew where Aaron Hotchner lived. A few minutes earlier Spencer had called to say that his boss would be coming early though he would be late himself, so now Foyet walked down the apartment building stairs with Aaron Hotchner's apartment building in mind. The next part was going to be too easy, Foyet knew, but he could deal with that considering how hard it had been to plan out the whole charade. Throwing his engine in motion, Foyet couldn't help but think of Spencer. He knew that he had to risk losing Spencer's trust to get the job done, and he had in fact warned his lover…Sighing, he decided to deal with it when the shit hit the fan.
Right now, Foyet had work to do.
~* DWTD *~
Spencer Reid was starting to become paranoid. Aaron was over two hours late for work, and he was normally two hours early for work. Deep down he knew what was about to happen, but for the sake of his sanity he had decided to pretend that he was clueless.
"Spence, we have a case," JJ grimaced from behind him.
"Alright," Spencer nodded. He watched as JJ walked away from him and then turned his head to Prentiss. "Have…have you seen Hotch yet?" he asked nervously.
Prentiss frowned for a minute before too becoming concerned. "Huh, I don't think I have," she admitted. "Could there have been an emergency with Jack or something…?"
"It's always a possibility," Spencer nodded.
"Well, here," she mumbled as she stood from her desk. She jogged over to Spencer and whipped out here cell phone. Putting it on speaker she dialed Hotch's number.
"Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now…"
Spencer bit his lip in fear as he watched Prentiss pocket her phone out of the corner of his eye. "Well, it might be in the other room," Spencer suggested half-heartedly.
"You're probably right- as usual," Prentiss nodded. By the expression on her face, though, Spencer could tell she had believed it just as much as he had. Apparently deciding to ignore it for the moment, Prentiss stood up and straightened her shirt. "Uh, you coming?" she asked distractedly.
"Yeah, of course."
~* DWTD *~
Foyet was right-it was just too easy. With care and precision the criminal jimmied the locked apartment door and shuck off to the back hallway. He settled himself down as he mentally prepared himself for 'the hunt.' While he waited for Aaron to return home he let his eyes wander around the walls. He examined the certificates and pictures placed neatly against the brownish-red wallpaper, thinking them as silent reminders of what he was about to do.
Then, seconds later, Foyet heard the door knob jiggle. He couldn't help the smile from creeping up on his face as he brought out his gun and waited for the door to shut again. Attentively he listened to every sound made and searched for the one the signaled that Aaron's guard was done. He took the sound of liquid hitting a cup to be just that.
"You should've took that deal," he sneered.
Then, he waited for Aaron to turn around before he let out the first bullet.
~* DWTD *~
Spencer Reid was in pain, and that was an understatement. He cursed at himself for being as stupid as to try and save Dr. Barton from the bullet. Sure, he had been successful and probably saved his life, but being shot hurt like hell…
"I'm fine, go to him! I'm fine!" He quickly shoved off the doctor's attempts to help him. Worse damage had been done to the UnSub than it had been done to him. Spencer didn't even have time to think before some of his team mates rolled up in SUVs and police-issued cars. Cursing for what he had to say to them next, Spencer squinted his eyes and tried to regain concentration.
"Spence! Are you alright?" JJ asked as she ran over to the scene.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Spencer gasped out, watching as Morgan secured his gun.
"We're gonna get you to a hospital kid; hang in there," Morgan said once the gun was away. Spencer resisted the urge to reach up and slap him for the comment, though. Although he was sure Morgan meant it reassuringly, it had come across blatantly sarcastic and unhelpful. Then, Spencer took a deep breath and tried to muster up the courage to tell the team about what Prentiss had told him while he was inside the Barton household.
"What is it?" Rossi finally asked.
"We need to call Emily," Spencer replied as he added pressure to the wound. "Something's happened to Hotch,."
~* DWTD *~
Aaron Hothcner was in the hospital, thanks to Foyet. The mastermind was now driving a fast and as far as he could without risking being pulled over by a cop for speeding or blowing a red light. Glancing at the radio clock he silently wondered if Spencer's team had figured out what exactly was going on. Deep down Foyet knew that they would at least very soon know what he had done to Hotch, but for some reason he just couldn't believe it yet. It had all been too easy; there had to be some sort of flaw in his planning- there always was! So the criminal passed the interstate the caution, his mind only somewhat letting him be happy for finally completing his goal: hurting Aaron Hotchner.