Surprise! Did you really think that I would just end the story like that?! Yeah right! I've got one more trick up my sleeve ;)

Okay so this is the official last chapter of the story. I swear I'm not lying this time!

Disclaimer: Do I even need to say it? Nothing recognizable belongs to me

Warnings: language, mentions of drugs and violence, brief mentioning of alcohol, spoilers to season 2 "The Big Game" and "Revelations"

Three weeks later and the BAU team was found lounging about on their floor. As JJ was telling Morgan and Prentiss about how Henry walked for the first time, Hotchner came out of his office with Rossi trailing behind him.

"So Will and I were caught completely off guard when Henry somehow stood up and sort of toddled over to us!" JJ's blue eyes sparkled as she reminisced about her son.

Prentiss lightly chuckled, "Aw how cute! Soon he'll be old enough to drive too!"

"Oh don't tell me that! One thing at a time!" The girls and Morgan shared a laugh as Hotch and Rossi approached them.

"Hey, have any of you seen Reid?" Hotchner inquired, "Dave and I were going over some case files and we could use his opinion."

"Reid's gonna be late." Morgan spoke up with a hint of amusement, "He called a while ago and said that his train was delayed or something. Man he sounded irritated. It'll be fun to mention it once he gets here."

"Reid's tardy?" Prentiss remarked with a sarcastic smile, "Wow that's a first. Should we let him off easy or give him detention for it?" Morgan and JJ chuckled as Hotch and Rossi cracked a smile.

"Well, let us know when he gets here—we could use his input."

Then suddenly Garcia came rushing into the room carrying some envelopes; she appeared frantic and even worried as she reached her colleagues.

"Whoa Baby Girl, where's the fire?" Morgan grinned playfully at her, "What's with-"

"G-guys I just found something that I'm sure I wasn't supposed to find. You see, I was looking through my mail because Kevin hinted that he might've left something there for me so of course I was excited about what it could be so I went to go check and I swear I didn't mean to look but I did and I'm now I'm regretting that I did but-"

"Garcia, slow down." Rossi said in a soothing tone, cutting off her feverish speech, "Just relax and tell us what you found. And get to the point."

"R-right, sorry. So anyways I was looking through my mail and I happened to notice that Reid had gotten some letters so I thought it'd be nice I grabbed them for him and left them on his desk. I-I didn't mean to but as I was grabbing it, I sort of observed the n-names on the envelopes and-and-and," She couldn't seem to continue as she began to shake.

After a brief pause, she softly said, "I found this." She held out one of the envelopes to the general group, silently asking for one of them to take it. Puzzled, Morgan took it and looked at it—soon his eyes widened with shock as he held it out for the others. Their expressions -save for Rossi's- soon matched his once they read the envelope.

The return address was from Atlanta, Georgia and it was specifically from Tobias Hankel.

Tobias Hankel.

For a moment, no one said a word as they processed this new piece of information.

"Sp-Spence got a letter from…Tobias?" JJ's eyes were shadowed with shock, appall, and dread as she covered her mouth, "But…but why?"

"I don't know but I don't like it." Prentiss moderately declared as she bit her lower lip.

"Okay am I, uh, missing something?" Rossi furrowed his brow in confusion, "Who's Tobias Hankel?"

Hotch looked at him seriously, "There was an incident nearly three years ago where Reid had been kidnapped by an Unsub. He was tortured and drugged for two days before we found him. Tobias Hankel is that Unsub."

A look of understanding crossed Rossi's face before it switched to alarm. The rest of team briefly lapsed into a moment of remembrance where they saw Reid broken and terrified, sickened by the horrible memories. Scarring feelings of guilt drowned JJ as she firmly believed that his abduction was her fault. Garcia couldn't help the tears that misted behind her glasses as she remembered witnessing Hankel beat Reid until he…died.

"That bastard had nearly killed him." Morgan growled in anger, clutching the envelope tightly, "He was so damn lucky that I didn't get to him or else I would've hit him over the head with that fucking shovel he had."

"We all would've," Prentiss put in as her eyes glinted dangerously.

"What…what do you think he wants with Reid?" Garcia began to tremble slightly, "Do you suppose he's sending him threats or something?"

"We won't know for certain unless we read it." Hotch indicated to the envelope, "But I suggest we wait until Reid shows up so we can ask him if he knows about this. For all we know Hankel could've been sending letters to him for a while yet Reid wouldn't tell us."

"Wait a minute, how would Hankel be able to send this?" JJ's eyes widened as a thought occurred to her, "Wouldn't…wouldn't he need to know the address of the FBI?"

Everyone instantly grew alarmed of that revelation. "Okay that does not sit well with me! How does he know where Reid works? He can't possibly know that, right? But wait, he's a professional hacker so he could've gotten the information online! Oh my gosh, he hacked the Internet from prison!" Garcia grew increasingly worked up at the possibility.

However, Hotch spoke up, "Actually I have a better theory—over a year ago Morgan, Reid, and I went to Atlanta to interview a delusional serial killer. While we were there, Reid somehow got wind that Hankel happened to be at that institution and went to go talk with him. Maybe Hankel must've asked the guards for his work address and they consented."

Almost immediately the group exploded with anxiety.

"Wait, Reid visited Tobias? Why didn't you tell us?!" JJ pleadingly looked to both Hotchner and Morgan, her eyes expressing shock and betrayal.

"Yeah, I remember that! Why the hell would those guards agree with that?! I mean, Hankel attacked Reid, for the love of God!" Morgan grew more and more furious with the situation.

"He attacked Reid?! Again?!" Garcia looked to Morgan, turning pale, "Oh dear God!"

"Alright, alright—everyone needs to calm down." Rossi raised a strong, commanding tone, "Now I may not know too much about this but I do know that we need to put aside our personal feelings and think rationally about this."

Once everyone reluctantly consented, Rossi continued, "Okay so somehow Hankel knows where Reid works. Now Hotch, though you say that you, him, and Morgan went to Atlanta, it still doesn't explain how he could've gotten the address; even if he would've asked the guards, they couldn't have given it to him since they're unauthorized to do so."

The entire group was shocked by this fact. "But wait, if Hankel didn't get it from the guards, then he must've-"

"Gotten it from Reid," Morgan finished for Prentiss as the horrifying thought dawned on him. There was a moment of silence as his words sunk in.

No…it wasn't possible. He wouldn't…

But it was the only explanation they had.

But he wouldn't…not after everything.

"No," JJ said softly, "he…he couldn't have. Hankel…he…no…" Proper words failed her as she shook her head in denial.

"Hey everyone, sorry I'm late!" Everyone's heads whipped to the sound of a familiar voice.

Reid.

He walked into the area carrying his usual messenger bag and smiling at his team as he approached. "I have no idea what went wrong but apparently there were some delays with the trains today. They were fifteen minutes behind schedule but they didn't even acknowledge the situation and…" His slightly excited tone ceased as he took in the appalled expressions on his friends' faces. JJ and Garcia looked ready to cry while Morgan appeared both furious and shocked. "What's going on?"

The team exchanged glances before Morgan spoke, "Reid…do you have any idea what this is?" He held up the envelope as an indication, holding it out of reach yet close enough so that Reid could see it. Puzzled, Reid glimpsed at the object, squinting at its words. Then almost instantly his eyes widened with alarm and he tried to snatch it from Morgan, who pulled it away from him, tightening his grip on it.

"Where…where did you get that from?" The young profiler's hazel eyes widened with desperation and fear and…guilt?

"From your mailbox," Morgan answered smoothly yet with an edge, "Now would you mind telling us why the hell it's there?"

"I…I…" Reid fumbled for a moment, trying to think of an explanation. The others didn't need their profiling techniques to plainly see the struggle in his expression, the distress and the shame in his eyes. He hadn't wanted them to find this letter and was ashamed that he had been caught red-handed.

It had been him.

Seeing that he was trapped, Reid's gaze flitted from each of his friends' faces as they silently appraised him, "I…I can explain."

Coincidentally on that same day, Tobias was sitting in his cell reading. It a new book called To Kill a Mockingbird and it was recommended to him by Spencer. It was really good so far and he found himself thoroughly enjoying it. He mentioned that in his recent letter to the young man and he thanked him for the selection.

Tobias smiled to himself as he read about Scout and Jem. Today had been good so far. Though it was raining and everyone was kept inside, Tobias and Ben managed to entertain themselves indoors—they were even allowed to use the tennis table in their free time to play some ping pong. The day was full of smiles and laughter and not once were they bothered by anyone, including Charles or Raphael. Not that Tobias was really worried about them anyways; ever since he stood up to them, ignoring them was easy.

He was suddenly pulled out of his musings when a guard walked into the room, carrying an envelope in his hand. "Mail for you, Tobias."

I didn't expect a letter from Spencer so soon. What a surprise!

Grinning with excitement, Tobias set down his book and thanked the officer. Once he was left alone, Tobias glanced at the envelope, furrowed his brow in confusion, pulled out the letter, and began to read.

Tobias Hankel,

You may not know me, but I know a lot about you. I've seen the videos you posted on the Internet and I took the liberty of reading your case afterwards. Though it's been years since you've committed those murders, I must say that I'm impressed. Your posts were very entertaining and I found myself mesmerized with each new victim.

I listened to your readings from the Bible and was instantly inspired. Although I'll admit that I'm not very religious, your interpretation really spoke to me. You're right; all the sinners in the world should pay retribution for their acts in the most heinous way possible. That wealthy couple got what they deserved when you killed them. That whore had it coming to her when you set your dogs on her. And I applauded you when you murdered that lawyer for defending criminals.

Everything you did was rightly justified. Those sinners deserved to die and I'm pleased to know that you ended their meaningless, unholy lives. Mr. Hankel, you've inspired me. I just wish that I was as pure as you or else I too would rid the world of the corrupted bastards that taint it.

As you can tell, I'm a fan of yours. If you weren't trapped in that institution, then I would follow in your wake, seeing that you're serving under God. I truly admire your work and I believe that your message to the world is brilliant. Your way of handling sinners is remarkably profound and it's my dream to cleanse them by eradicating them like how you have.

It would mean the world to me if you wrote back. I'm honored as it writing to you and knowing that you're reading my letter. Please write back and tell me more about your ideals. I'd love to hear all about them. Also, tell your father and Raphael that I'm impressed by their part in the murders as well. Don't get me wrong though—the genius of it all comes down to you.

Godspeed and I really hope to hear from you soon.

From,

Your humbled follower

This letter wasn't from Spencer—that much was clear.

His first indication was that the return address on the envelope was from Atlanta, Georgia rather than from Quantico.

His second indication was the handwriting; Spencer's was nice and eloquent. This one was crude and sloppy, like if the person pressed hard down on the pencil while writing this.

His third indication was that he was addressed as 'Tobias Hankel'. Spencer referred to him by his first name only, never by last name.

His fourth indication was that right below 'your humbled follower' was a picture of a triangle with an eye inside of it.

How creepy…

And the last most startling indication of all, the intent of the letter. Whenever Spencer wrote to him, he offered kindness and support—this person was eerie and full of dark malice.

Tobias shuddered as he reread the first sentence: You may not know me, but I know a lot about you.

Tobias's hands shook as he dropped the letter and shakily stepped away from it. Who was this person and what did they want from him? How do they know about him?

They claimed that they were a fan but Tobias didn't want one—he didn't want a follower and he certainly didn't like that someone was still watching those god awful videos. What sort of human being takes pleasure from watching something like that?

Again, who is this person?

Tobias looked at the envelope but the individual apparently didn't want to give out their name since there was only an address on the left-hand corner.

Well that's reassuring…

Tobias stiffened as he thought of their words. They liked the Internet posts, they approved of the murders, they admired the kills, and they seemed to have the bloodthirsty intent of his father and the archangel.

Being reminded of the two, his breathing became irregular and he felt that the walls were closing in on him, trapping him.

Also, tell your father and Raphael that I'm impressed by their part in the murders as well. Don't get me wrong though—the genius of it all comes down to you.

It all comes down to you.

Oh god…

Tobias's chest twisted in pain at the fact that someone thought of him as the mastermind of those murders and regarded Charles and Raphael as his accomplices.

No.

Feeling a sudden sense of alarm and disgust, Tobias instantly snatched up the letter and crumbled it into a ball then tossed it across the room.

Whoever this person was, Tobias wanted nothing to do with them. They…researched him and were willing to follow in his path—a path that they believed was full of blood, suffering, and murder.

That…that's not me. I wanted nothing to do with any of that! I'm not like my father or Raphael! I don't believe in killing! I'm not like my father or Raphael! I'm not like them!

Tobias mentally repeated that logic until he was calmer—not entirely relaxed but calmer.

Staring for a moment at that crumpled paper ball, Tobias wondered what to do. He was obviously not going to write back but what should he do if that person writes again when he doesn't respond?

Ignore it—I'll just have to ignore it.

Yes, yes that seemed reasonable. If that person realizes that Tobias isn't going to write back, then they'll leave him alone. Maybe they'll find someone else to idolize.

A shiver ghosted down his spine but he forced himself to remain collected. This individual clearly has some issues but Tobias was not going to encourage them. He'll just ignore the letter and hope that the writer will take the hint.

Satisfied, Tobias relaxed further and settled down on his bed. There's no need to get distressed over something that isn't worth the stress. It's just one letter and Tobias was sure that it'll only be one letter.

Everything was going to be fine.

Unknown to Tobias or the guards, a dark sedan was parked a few feet away from the institution—far enough that it won't be seen yet close enough so that the driver could see the building. Sitting in the front seat was a male man in his early forties, wearing a dark cloak-like sweater and black pants. He had dull, lifeless brown eyes that stared past the feverish strikes of the rain and emotionless, thin dark-grey hair with pitch-black patches.

He held a bottle of whiskey to his lips as he stared at the institution through his shades. He had been sitting there for almost an hour yet he didn't notice nor care. After a couple swallows of the alcohol, the man set down the drink and looked over at the seat next to him. On it was a manila folder holding several pictures, documented papers, and newspaper clippings.

Smirking to himself, the man pulled out his favorite newspaper of the bunch and read it over. On the cover was a picture of Tobias Hankel being led out of a hospital by police officers, handcuffed and looking down on the floor, refusing to look at anyone. The article went on to detail how Hankel had murdered seven different people, supposedly including his own father, and had kidnapped a federal agent.

The man's sinister sneer widened as he flipped the next page, relishing in the picture of a fragile-looking young man being escorted to a van by two FBI agents. The kid's soft brown locks slightly covered his face but the man could see the smothered fear and exhaustion in his hazel eyes and how his posture held an aura of vulnerability.

The beautifully wonderful sight of a victim.

The man darkly chuckled as he read on about how the agent had been kidnapped and subjected to indescribable torture, found barely alive when he was rescued. Looking at the picture of that damaged form sent a pleasant jolt of satisfaction down his spine—oh how he'll never get tired of seeing someone so broken down, so close to shattering.

If only he knew what exactly Hankel did to Spencer Reid. Sure he had an idea by watching those Internet videos but that's only the surface—he wanted to know details.

And he was going to make sure that he got them.

The man hoped that Hankel had gotten his letter and was planning on writing back. Because if he doesn't, then that'll just make things so much harder.

But the man knew that it was 50-50 chance that Hankel will respond. The other man has two other personalities and from what he has read, they were the killers while Tobias just provided the body to contain them.

He was basically useless.

Yet the man knew that he had to approach Hankel as if it were him, his father, and some angel of death—three personalities, three different people.

But he can work with that.

The man smiled at the possibility of 'Charles Hankel' or 'Raphael' reading the letter before Tobias did. If that happened, then it'll be much easier to gain his trust. The man had a feeling that Tobias wouldn't take too well with him but his personalities just might.

And if they did, then he could put his plans in motion; after all, Hankel was his tool to get vengeance. If he played his cards right, then he can show Aaron Hotchner the consequences of defying the Boston Reaper.

George Foyet maliciously laughed at the idea of Aaron suffering at his hands, again. It had been fun stabbing him, taunting him but this, this'll be more fun. With what Foyet has planned, Hotchner would finally break and be at his mercy.

Foyet took another swing of the whiskey, the burning sensation of alcohol spiking up his desire for such a thrill.

It was only a matter of time before he had his revenge.

And he was going to make sure that Tobias Hankel was a player in his new game.

The End...?

Bet none of you saw that coming.

There were some things in this story that I obviously didn't address (such as the team's reactions) but the sequel I have in mind should answer them. I plan to write a one-shot that'll lead into the full story. I'm not sure how long I'll take but be prepared to wait a bit; I'm a slow writer. Just check my profile or the 'Tobias' section within the Criminal Minds stories every now and then. FYI: the one-shot will be called "Call Me Lucifer".

So yeah, I got plans.

I'm sorry that I pulled your legs with that last chapter! I couldn't resist ;)

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