Chapter 26

"Thanks for the markers and sketch book," I said.

"No problem, but I bet you probably won't need them that much because you have your magic," replied George.

"You think because I'm a witch I can't still do regular stuff?" I joked, "So, why come to D.C.?" I asked.

"Well, like I said, I need to be close to Agent Hotchner."

I nodded and began to draw in my new sketch pad. I couldn't help but worry about what would happen if the FBI found out about me, or worse, what would happen if they found out about me being a witch. Sure, maybe jail wouldn't hold me, but I knew they wouldn't leave me alone.

Once we had George's drugs, we drove back to his apartment.

"All right, come on," said George, getting out of the car.

I followed his lead like I always did.

"Here's the key to my place. Now go in there," he said, handing me the keys.

"Wait, what are you doing? Are you going to kill someone else?" I asked, concerned.

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna break into Hotchner's place and wait for him to come back. Now go!" George demanded.

I unlocked the door and walked inside. I had another vision about George attacking Hotchner and stabbing him and then showing him his own scars. Okay, well, that was bad, but at least he doesn't kill him. But why doesn't he? I know he has feelings for the guy, or is it just obsession? I peeked out though the keyhole of George's apartment and watched as Hotchner walked into his apartment. I ran over and peeked through Hotchner's keyhole. I saw George in his reaper outfit, his gun pointing at Hotchner.

"You should have made the deal," George said.

He shot, missing Aaron intentionally.

"Is this part of my profile? You can't show me fear?" asked George.

"If you don't see fear, maybe it's because I'm not afraid of you," replied Hotchner.

"You say that like you actually mean it. How's my friend, Agent Morgan?" said George, keeping the gun on Aaron.

"Are you here to intimidate me or are you just here to play games?" asked Aaron.

"You tell me. Enlighten me about my behavior," said George, pulling off his mask.

At that moment, Hotchner attacked him and then it became a fight between the two of them. Aaron was knocked to the floor. George took out his knife and stabbed him. I turned away.

"So tell me, would I use this?" asked George, and he stabbed him again.

Hotchner gave up fighting and lay completely still with George leaning over him.

"I will kill you," Aaron said.

"Shush, don't speak. You've lost a lot of blood. You'll need your oxygen. Do you know how many times you have to study the human body in order to stab yourself repeatedly and not die? I don't wanna brag, but I'm somewhat of an expert," said George, "Do you wanna see my scars?"

He stood up and took off his jacket and his shirt. I saw that he had several scars all over his upper body.

"What do you think? Do you like 'em? Yours are gonna look just the same," said George.

"My team," said Aaron from the floor.

"Your team," said George, leaning down again, "Your team didn't catch me until I wanted them to. You're not in charge, so don't be foolish. Now, try to relax. Your body will go numb, and it goes in so much easier if you relax. Now, I understand that profilers think that stabbing is a substitution for the act of sex. Is that what you think, Agent Hotchner?"

I saw Aaron go unconscious.