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Hotch stood there, frozen.
"Hello Agent Hotchner, at least we meet again," Foyet sneered. Hotch's fists tightened.
He stepped forward slowly.
"No, no, no," Foyet scolded. "Move one step closer and ole daddy here dies."
Hotch froze. He saw the look of fear in William Reid's eyes. He had to save him. Reid couldn't lose another parent.
"I WAS just going to end up killing Mr. Reid here and sending him to you as another gift but this is so much better," Foyet said as he grinned. "Now you get to watch me kill Spencer's daddy and tell Spencer exactly what I did to his father." The knife pressed against Mr. Reid's neck.
"If you're going to kill him anyway, what's to stop me from lunging at you?" Hotch challenged.
Foyet frowned, not expecting that response. He quickly collected himself.
"Because then I'll have to end up killing you and who's going to be there to protect Reid after you're gone?" He threatened. Hotch paused, hating the fact that Foyet was right. If he wasn't around he couldn't protect Foyet from torturing Reid some more. He swallowed. Foyet smiled knowingly.
"Now...please sit." Hotch slowly walked to the couch, trying to calculuate the best moves.
"Just to be on the safe side...hand me your handcuffs."
Hotch frowned but obeyed and tossed them towards Foyet.
"And the key."
Another toss.
"As well as your guns. I know you carry two."
Hotch sighed and tossed them again.
"Pick up the handcuffs, Mr. Reid," Foyet hissed. Trembling William obeyed. "Now handcuff Agent Hotchner."
As Mr. Reid did what he was told he whispered I'm sorry to Hotch who said whispered back that it was all right, he understood.
A plan was forming in his head. Foyet seemed satisfied at the moment as he grabbed a hold of William once more. True Hotch wasn't tied to a chair but he was mutch lesss of a threat handcuffed and weaponless. In case Hotch decided not to listen to reason and logic but to instinct instead.
"Now Mr. Reid, please move that chair close to Agent Hotch so he can have a better view." Tears spilled from William's eyes as he obeyed.
"Please..." he whispered. "Don't do this."
Foyet gave him a backhanded smack.
"Don't beg! There's nothing more I hate then begging."
He shoved William onto the chair angrily. Hotch tensed.
He knew Foyet didn't have any ropes, that's why he didn't tie him up. And Hotch only had one pair of handcuffs so handcuffing him to a chair wouldn't do any good either. He was grateful for this, though.
This gave him a shot at fighting back.
"Let the fun begin, hmmm?" A knife was suddenly pressed down on Mr. Reid's finer. William let out a sharp cry of pain and that was all it took for Hotch to lung.
He bolted from the couch and tackled Foyet, taking the Reaper by surprise.
Foyet managed to grab for one of Hotch's gun, though.
Before Hotch was able to do anything Foyet aimed the gun at him and fired...