A/n: Well, I finally broke down and wrote Foyet. I hope it isn't as bad as I was worried it might be.
1. Watching Aaron Hotchner fall apart, losing everything that made him sane. Trying to protect them. Losing one of them anyway. It was oh so sweet.
2. His first killing, a messy, uncontrolled thing, made him feel more powerful than anything he ever did before. He knew he had found his calling, and knew that he had to master his art.
3. Killing isn't the prize for him. Oh, it bring a certain amount of joy and pleasure. But knowing he's in control, that they are all jumping on his command, knowing that he is in power. That just takes the cake.
4. He was so surprised at just how brilliant it was, hiding in plain sight, pretending to be a victim. Why, he could hardly believe he had thought of it.
5. Seeing the weaklings beg for their lives, as if it would actually help, was his favorite memory of his killings.