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Warnings: some mild language, offensive comments, some blood, violence, unpleasant images, spoilers to season 2 "The Big Game" and "Revelations", very briefly to season 2 "Jones", and season 4 "Omnivore"

Morgan had no idea what to do. The realization of Hotch and JJ's abduction still shook him to the center of his being, and he just couldn't seem to think straight. He was admittedly scared, worried, and distraught over their compromising position, yet his fury overruled his fear. At that moment, Morgan wanted to find Foyet and Hankel just so he can tear them apart with his bare hands for even daring to touch his friends.

It took every ounce of his self-control to not punch the nearest wall and to keep his cool, at least in front of his frantic team. Everyone was still in shock over the news and was working diligently and desperately to find some sort of clue to Hotch and JJ's whereabouts. Each one of them had taken in the car accident scene and tried to detect any new angles, anything one another might have missed.

Alas, it was all in vain when they all turned up with the same conclusion: Hotchner and JJ were in Foyet and Tobias's clutches and there was nothing they could do about it. Without any hints or signs that indicate where they could be, the team was left stymied, clueless, and fearful of their colleagues' future.

Granted they all strived to keep collected and focused, yet Morgan could easily see how panicked they were. Prentiss managed to appear cool externally, but Morgan recognized the taut features of her face that revealed just how troubled she was; Rossi maintained his usual professional manner, but seemed distracted and perturbed at times; Garcia outright burst into tears once Morgan told her the horrible information, and it took a while for him to calm her down and get her to concentrate on helping them; and Reid…Reid was paler than Morgan's ever seen him, and he couldn't help but notice a light tremble appeared to remain with the young man despite his efforts to keep his emotions intact.

A part of Morgan wanted to tell Reid 'I told you so', seeing that Tobias wasn't as innocent as the young man declared him to be—but he just couldn't. He was too frustrated and distressed to focus on anything but his obligation to act as unit chief and lead his team. One way or another, he and the others had to take a course of action for the capture of the serial killers at large and the rescuing of his hostage colleagues.

Morgan concentrated on the clues the team had in order to possibly pinpoint Foyet and Hankel's location. It was all he and the others could do for the time being, so they reviewed the crash site (repeatedly and extensively), talked with Anna Baker, spoke to some witnesses that observed the car accident, and had Garcia pull up some street camera footage. Unfortunately, their efforts were in vain when they came up with nothing useful.

A little over 2 hours had passed since Hotch and JJ's abduction, and a dark, somber silence had settled upon the BAU. No one knew what to say: no words of encouragement, no words of optimism, no words of hope.

And yet, no words were needed since nothing needed to be said. JJ and Hotchner were prisoners of Satan and Hades, and with every minute the team couldn't find them, their chances of survival steadily decreased.

JJ desperately tried to disguise her fear and dread, yet knew she wasn't very successful. Tobias—no, 'Charles'—stepped closer to her, and she instinctively tensed up without wanting to, mentally cursing herself when she did. Though she kept her focus on 'Charles', JJ could feel both Hotch and Foyet's gazes her: Hotch's was steely and determined, yet held a subtle hint of concern for her while Foyet's was amused and expectant, like if he were watching snake sneak up on a field mouse.

Nevertheless, JJ chose only to look into a pair of angry, hardened brown orbs, trying to read something from them. Though she may not be a profiler, she considered herself to be sensitive to others' emotions. JJ hoped she could find some trace of humanity within 'Charles', maybe even locate the real Tobias underneath his father's iron hold.

Yet, unfortunately, all she found was hatred—pure, unrestrained hatred.

'Charles' glared down at her as he got closer and growled, "Confess your sins, woman."

JJ was briefly startled by the demand yet quickly regained herself and responded, "I don't have anything to confess, Mr. Hankel."

'Charles's' eyes flashed with ire while Foyet boisterously laughed. "Aw, you hear that, Hankel? Jennifer actually thinks she's a saint." He glanced at JJ and sneered. "The thing is, Miss Jareau, I don't think we can accept that answer. Now, why don't you be a good girl and tell Hankel and me what your sins are. Trust me, it'll make things easier if you tell us."

JJ watched as Hotchner strained against his bonds. "She doesn't have to say anything to you or Charles, Foyet. This idea of confessing your sins is ludicrous and-" He was cut off when 'Charles' suddenly lunged forward and backhanded him across the jaw. JJ couldn't help but flinch and gasp as Hotch grunted in pain.

Foyet outright laughed while 'Charles' glowered at Hotchner in the most lethal way possible. "You watch what you say, you damned Satan! How dare you even think such blasphemous thoughts! Confessing your sins is you and any other sinner's sentence to Hell, and you are long overdue, narcissist!"

Then he snapped his head to JJ and snarled, "That goes for you too! You better start confessing soon before I trial you like the witch you are!"

JJ had to restrain herself from cringing back, her heart beating so furiously that her breathing shortened. Control yourself, Jareau, she mentally chided herself, you work with the FBI—prove it by showing some backbone. Act like how Morgan or Prentiss would in this situation. Be unafraid…like Hotch. JJ took a quick glance at her coworker and was a bit worried to see a bit more blood trickle out of his mouth, staining his lips, but was somewhat relieved to see him quickly shake off his stunned state. As if sensing her watching him, Hotch threw her a fast yet subtle look of reassurance that said 'I'm okay'.

JJ was about to give him a discreet, comforting expression in return when her cheek abruptly exploded with a vicious stinging that spread across her face. She was barely aware of Hotchner releasing an angry yell and realized that 'Charles' had struck her. JJ blinked a few times as if to will the sharp ache away and carefully looked to Hankel, wary and fearful of how much fury she'll face.

Just as she assumed, JJ instantly locked gazes with eyes filled with outrage and a sense of underlying blackness that unnerved her. The man set his jaw and spat out, "Didn't you hear me?! Start admitting to your sins!"

"Back off, Hankel!" Hotchner viciously growled, briefly losing his cool and involuntarily allowing his seemingly stern, collected mask to slip.

However, he was promptly disregarded as 'Charles' darkened his already-threatening glare and settled his complete focus on JJ. "Well? Aren't you gonna confess?" When JJ merely pursed her lips, unsure of what to say, 'Charles' lashed out and slapped her again, hard. She couldn't help but release a small noise of pain, inciting more enraged protests from Hotchner.

Foyet, on the other hand, couldn't be more amused as he harshly laughed. "You better fess up to your unholy crimes, Jennifer, or things might get a little," he ominously chuckled, "unpleasant."

JJ instinctively stiffened, her face becoming pallid, yet she managed to subdue the shudder crawling up her spine. "I have…nothing to confess."

She was inwardly prepared for another blow, but was relieved when 'Charles' indignantly scoffed. "That's the same thing your demon friend Spencer Reid told me back at the shack. Same as you, he claimed to have done nothing when he's clearly a sinner! If you're going to be difficult, then maybe you ought to receive the same punishment as he did! Do you want me to beat you with a log too?!"

JJ released a noise of appalled shock, and she actually jumped in her seat at the thought of Spence being beaten by a log (oh dear God…). She noticed from the corner of her eye that even Hotch briefly looked startled only to regain himself and put on his stern, unreadable front. Then JJ flinched at the sound of Foyet's sudden, uproarious laughter.

"Oh damn, you did what?!" Foyet cackled with sinister, distorted glee. "Did you just say that you beat the kid with a log?! That's hilarious! Damn Hankel, one of these days you're just gonna have to tell me about what you did to Dr. Reid! There's stuff I still don't know about!"

JJ tensed up and her breathing became erratic as more thoughts of Reid getting tortured descended upon her mind, infesting her thoughts like a swarm of parasites and becoming increasingly vivid with each second. Her imagination ran as rampant as crazed wildebeest and several scenarios of Reid's abduction sliced through her subconscious and carved in blood-tainted images that weren't likely to go away any time soon.

Oblivious to her inner turmoil, 'Charles' merely snorted in acknowledgement. "Of course you don't, not everything was caught on film. Half the time Raphael and I had to teach the boy a lesson without the camera on."

Foyet's cruel grin widened, and then his eyes suddenly glowed in a way that unsettled JJ. "Oh wait a minute, I completely forgot; we ought to be filming Jennifer's punishment." Foyet chuckled to himself as he left the room only to quickly return with a camera and its stand.

As he set it up, JJ stiffened while Hotchner went rigid with suppressed anger. "You're not filming anything, Foyet."

The Reaper laughed and shook his head. "You're not exactly in any position to make demands, Aaron. As you can see, I have full control of this situation whereas you, heh, don't."

Hotchner narrowed his eyes and levelly countered, "You and I both know that you don't have full control."

A shadow of fury briefly darkened Foyet's features before he managed to control himself. "We both know that I have more control than you do and that I always have. You should try and be realistic, Aaron, instead of hiding behind your big, tough words; you can't stop me no matter how much you want to. I could slit Jennifer's throat right now, and you wouldn't be able to do a damn thing other than whine and bitch about it."

JJ fought back the flinch jumping up to her shoulders and felt her stomach twist violently. Unfortunately, Foyet seemed to sense her alarm because he turned to her with a toothy grin. "Yet, I couldn't possibly imagine doing something so quick and generous." Then he looked to 'Charles' and addressed him. "Which reminds me: Hankel, once you find out Jennifer's sins, you wouldn't mind if I carried out her punishment, do you?"

The young blonde felt every muscle in her body tense up at the mere thought of Foyet killing her, repeatedly (and most likely slowly) driving his switchblade through her until her world became nothing but agonizing pain and torrents of blood. JJ recalled in Foyet's profile that he tended to take longer with his female victims; the younger they were, the more time he (and his knife) spent with them. She could already see her mutilated body lying on one of those cold steel tables in the ME, barely recognizable because of the infinite stab wounds butchered into her flesh.

JJ unconsciously shivered, and she felt something tighten and twist in the pit of her stomach.

'Charles' didn't seem to notice as he processed Foyet's proposal. "I don't know, it's usually Raphael's job to sentence sinners to their fate. The archangel prefers that he did it since he's truly a servant of God. I'm not sure if he'd consider you righteous enough to perform such a task."

Foyet released a sinister chuckle. "Oh, I'm sure he does; I've been helping him these past couple of days, and he didn't seem to mind. Besides, he'll get that these FBI bastards are special cases for me."

"Even so, I'd wait until the archangel shows up so he can personally decide what to do with these damned agents of Satan." JJ fearfully cringed when 'Charles' looked back at her and Hotch, his gaze lingering more specifically on her. "That is, once they confess their sins."

JJ unconsciously squared her shoulders and stared back at him, momentarily pretending that she wasn't afraid of him and that she was ready for anything he could dish out. Seeming aware of this, 'Charles's' brow furrowed deeper like a shovel into dirt for a grave. However, before he could snap at her, Hotchner coolly remarked, "Wasn't I dubbed a narcissist?"

'Charles's' attention immediately went to him and his countenance darkened, amplifying a few shades of his already murderous gaze. "What did you say, demon?"

Hotch smoothly responded, "You want us to confess our sins right? Well, I'd like to start with the fact that I'm already considered a narcissist. Didn't Raphael tell you? After all, he had…gotten it from Reid."

JJ heard the momentary lapse in Hotchner's sentence, but hoped that neither 'Charles' nor Foyet would notice. Thankfully, 'Charles' didn't seem to catch it and narrowed his eyes. "That's right, the archangel did tell me that you were an arrogant Satan of some sort. I'll have you know that narcissism is not only a sin, but it's an obnoxious default as well. Hell, even if it wasn't a sin, I'd sure hate to be around a narcissist."

"Then why are you teaming up with Foyet?" JJ's breathing hitched slightly as she took in the impassive expression on Hotch's face, wondering if he actually meant to say that aloud. Yet, to her surprise, she managed to catch 'Charles's' eyes widening a bit before quickly returning to its natural scowl. Foyet didn't seem the least bit disconcerted and merely smirked with amusement, appearing to enjoy Hotchner's actions as if he were a stereotypical, sadistic circus ringmaster watching his prized lion defiantly roar from within his cage with every whip he inflicts on the creature.

As if Hotchner's question just registered in his mind, 'Charles' gradually began to fume and appeared close to yelling at him again, but Hotchner calmly cut in, "Mr. Hankel, I'll have you know that my team and I have profiled Foyet as a sociopathic narcissist who strives for power and dominance. He uses manipulative techniques to-"

No more was said as 'Charles' once again lunged forward and struck Hotchner, delivering a powerful blow to the profiler's abdomen. Hotch loudly grunted in pain while all the air in his system rushed out in that single noise. JJ jumped and instinctively cried out, "No! Stop!" All she received for her outburst was a vicious slap to the face that she left her tasting blood.

"Enough! Both of you!" 'Charles' ferociously lashed out, his eyes flashing with seething vexation. "I don't have time for your demonic manipulations! I will have confessions around here or I'll make life a living hell before you even actually get there! You hear me?!"

JJ took in a shuddering breath while she uncontrollably shivered. Her mind desperately tried to numb the pain in her face as well as the rising fear within her. She was afraid of the personality losing control and outright killing her and Hotch if they didn't fess up to their "crimes", that their deaths would be a result of 'Charles's' unpredictable temper. And yet, if she were to admit to anything remotely sinful, JJ was bound to be killed anyways and Hotchner would presumably follow after.

Either way, it was a lose-lose situation; their hopes were pinned on the team finding them or at least the two of them finding a way to escape by themselves.

Meanwhile, Foyet was content to watch the scene before him and chuckle quietly to himself, amused if not utterly beguiled. "You know Hankel, as much fun as this has been so far, I actually know a way to move things a bit faster if you don't mind."

A way to move things faster? What on earth could he possibly mean? JJ felt her stomach clench as 'Charles' simultaneously turned to the Reaper with a quizzical expression on his face. "What do you mean, Foyet?"

"What I mean is that I have some dirt on our friends here, particularly on Jennifer, that might give us a thing or two about their sins and all."

'Charles's' eyes flashed with surprise before narrowing in annoyance. "What the-? Why the hell didn't you say something sooner?!"

Foyet darkly chuckled. "It slipped my mind seeing that I was having too much fun. And besides, we gotta confirm with them if you catch my drift." He watched Hankel's expression shift to one of comprehension and subtle, if not suppressed, satisfaction that was hidden away by pride and an ever-present scowl. "So, do you wanna hear what I got?"

'Charles' took a moment to consider this, yet conceded with a quick jerk of his head. Foyet's smug grin widened. "Just so you know, Jennifer here has the most adorable little son a young mother like her can ask for. He's just the sweetest thing…" He trailed off and glanced at JJ, wanting to see her reaction. In response, the young woman had gone tense as distress seized her, but then it was suddenly immersed with festering resentment.

Don't bring up my son again you sick bastard!

Unaware of her rising anger, 'Charles' suddenly glared at Foyet and snapped, "What the hell does that have to do with anything?!"

JJ cringed back when the Foyet's smirk matched the expression in his eyes; they were alight with a sense of foreboding triumph that put JJ on edge. "Well for one thing, do you notice how Jennifer isn't wearing a wedding ring?"

Both JJ and Hotch's eyes widened in shock as 'Charles' shot his gaze over to the young woman's left hand, his hardened orbs searching for a golden or silver band of some sort. JJ only needed a millisecond to comprehend what Foyet was getting at, and she was instantly overwhelmed by the horrified alarm that violently struck her. Hotchner easily caught on as well and automatically tensed up, ready for a fight he couldn't join.

It took several agonizing seconds of enduring 'Charles's' scrutinizing glare until JJ felt her heart and stomach simultaneously somersault when those haunting orbs briefly dilated in realization. Recognizing this, Foyet sneered and goaded, "I'm not sure if I told you this, Hankel, but I took the liberty of researching these FBI bastards just in case we might find something of interest; now that I think about it, we have." He swiftly turned his attention to JJ and said, "You see, when I investigated Jennifer, I noticed that she had a lovely family with her little baby son and a man named William LaMontagne. They-"

"Foyet, don't-" Hotchner gritted out warningly.

"Oh my bad," Foyet evenly interrupted without breaking his stride. "William LaMontagne Jr. His old man's dead, right?" He took both the profilers' silence as confirmation. "Hilarious. Anyways, I found a few pictures of Jennifer and her two favorite boys, but further research didn't show me a marriage license amongst all that." The Reaper cocked his head to the side and drank in JJ's rapidly paling face like alcohol as she desperately tried to control her breathing. "Are you and William married, Miss Jareau? Or was little Henry a surprise?"

JJ couldn't help but flinch at his teasing yet accusing tone and chose not to answer that. This instead allowed Hotchner to growl, "That's none of your business, Foyet-"

"It isn't?" Foyet 'innocently' inquired. "Then why aren't you denying anything, Aaron?"

JJ felt her stomach coil into aggressive knots, and she began to tremble, dread boiling hotly in her gut. However, Hotchner seemed hell-bent on protecting her because he angrily stated, "I'm neither denying nor confirming-"

"Your child was born out of wedlock?!" JJ's eyes widened in horror as she fearfully looked over at 'Charles'. His expression was as murderous as his outburst.

The young blonde blanched, and her gaze shifted from a steely-eyed Hotchner, to a beguiled Foyet, and then back to a livid 'Charles'. Knowing fully well that she was trapped, JJ pressed her lips together and tried to reign in her galloping fear.

Her silence said it all. "You whore!" 'Charles' proceeded to outright punch JJ across the face, and she desperately struggled to hold back the useless, uncontrolled tears that threatened to materialize upon the throbbing of her abused cheek.

Hankel paid no mind to her reaction or even to Hotchner's angry yells and struggles as he seethed with unbridled rage. "Having a child without God's approval is a sin that's guaranteed an entrance to Hell! If He didn't oversee a holy matrimony, then not only is your son a bastard but you and your partner are charged with blasphemous acts against the Lord! You shall be punished!" He put an emphasis on that last phrase with another punch to the face that left JJ dizzy.

The young blonde's head was floundering, and she tried to recover her focus that was lost amongst the pain blossoming upon her face, the throbbing of her jaw, and the light ringing resounding in her head that simultaneously made her vision blurry. Despite this, she managed to hear Hotchner angrily demand, "Leave her alone, Charles. You don't know anything about her so you have no right to assume anything. Quit harassing Agent Jareau and start handling this in a rational manner…that is if you're capable."

Dizziness suddenly gone, JJ's head snapped up to look at Hotchner, her aquamarine orbs widening in alarm. Though it was obvious that he sensed her staring, he didn't acknowledge her and instead defiantly glared up at 'Charles', who appeared ready to lash out at the profiler.

"You trying to say something, cretin?" JJ shivered at how unnervingly calm he sounded.

"As a matter of fact, I am," Hotchner evenly replied with his jaw still clenched, utilizing a tone that professionals employed to keep unbalanced individuals at peace. "I'm telling you that Agent Jareau's personal life is no business of yours, and you ought to maintain some self-control and reason instead of making assumptions. Resorting to verbal and physical violence won't get you anywhere, and you should actually try to communicate as an alternative to getting upset when you don't like something. After all, it's cowardly to strike at someone who is unable to defend themselves." With each word, Hotch's eyes increased its steely, unwavering edge, sharpening like a sword against stone.

Intense fear for her superior struck JJ harder than the punches she received from 'Charles', and she looked nervously between the two, wondering why on earth Hotchner would dare provoke their captor. She knew that though Hotch developed a temper when provoked, he's always able to keep it under control, especially when it came to precarious conditions such as now. So why risk angering the criminal hell-bent on using any excuse to kill them?

Is it because of me?

JJ stiffened at the thought and briefly closed her eyes. Of course, he's trying to shoulder most of Hankel's rage. He's keeping me safe by having 'Charles' focus on him. Although the blonde appreciated the sentiment, she wished that Hotchner wouldn't do it; she didn't want him to receive all of 'Charles's' fury, especially for her. Don't do this, Hotch. Don't be a hero…not like this. I'll be fine.

While JJ fought back the perturbation and terror threatening to overwhelm her, 'Charles' glowered ferociously at Hotchner, his wrath storming underneath his hardened exterior. The profiler in turn returned a cool gaze that held the same amount of intensity as the personality's rage. For a moment, the two alpha males stared each other down, both of them daring the other to turn away and whither from their fierce demeanor. JJ and Foyet looked between the two, one nervous with fear and anxiety and the other sadistically ecstatic.

As it turns out, this was the calm before the storm because the next thing JJ knew, 'Charles' basically lost it and began beating up Hotchner.

The fists came so suddenly and so rapidly that it took a second or two for JJ to register that they were viciously striking Hotchner over and over and over and over again. She distantly heard herself screaming for him to stop as she violently struggled against her bonds, desperate to intercept his explosive rage. She started seeing blood and heard Hotch's barely suppressed grunts and noises of pain. She watched as her colleague instinctively squeezed his eyes shut as his head whipping sharply from left to right with every punch.

Panic seized JJ and cut of her breathing by coiling around her lungs like a boa constrictor. With every savage blow 'Charles' inflicted, JJ became more and more hysterical as she attempted to wrench herself free, her attempts at being calm and professional be damned. She felt helpless and weak, unable to stop this and the thought twisted her heart and brought tears to her eyes. Though she didn't want Foyet to see them, she couldn't help herself. 'Charles' was thrashing Hotch and if he were to continue long enough, he could kill him.

Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, STOP IT! Leave him alone!

Tears blurred JJ's vision as she kept repeatedly imploring 'Charles' to leave Hotchner alone, her voice becoming raw with each new shriek. However, she was drowned out by 'Charles's' angry yells and furious roaring. The man's eyes were ablaze with hatred that spoke volumes of the burning frenzy he was unleashing upon Hotch.

At one point, the raven-haired profiler stopped trying to evade the blows and gradually became still, increasing JJ's hysteria tenfold.

The frantic blonde wasn't sure how long the brutality went on for, but Foyet, who had merely been watching the entire scene with a cool, corrupt smile, eventually put a stop to it without so much as moving to intervene. "Alright Hankel, that's enough. Aaron's good for the time being; we still need him alive, you know."

'Charles' somehow heard him and then reluctantly lashed out once more before halting and turning to Foyet, his orbs still boiling from his rampage. The Reaper didn't flinch at the lethal gaze and had the gall to smirk and remark, "Feel any better?"

'Charles' fumed for a moment before releasing a growl in response. Foyet nodded in understanding while his smug, beguiled grin widened. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Aaron's been pissing me off for as long as I can remember. Damn, you don't know how good it felt when I finally let him have it. It was nice watching him suffer for all the shit he caused me. And, from what I can tell, you seem to have enjoyed yourself too. Nothing beats venting, my friend."

As Foyet talked, JJ stared unblinkingly at Hotchner's slumped over figure. Saying that her superior looked awful was a huge understatement. He had horrible bruises discoloring his once smooth, clean-shaven skin, and the red welts quickly blemishing to turn an ugly shade of blackish blue. There was blood streaming out of his mouth, sticking to his now tousled hair, trickling down his temple, slowly oozing out of his obviously broken nose, and there were even tiny crimson drops splashed carelessly onto the white collar of his suit.

JJ breathed heavily at the sight of her unconscious boss and briefly became alarmed at the idea that he could be dead. However, she was mildly relieved when she noticed small movements of his chest, indicating that he was minimally breathing. Nevertheless, he was still gravely wounded, and JJ hadn't the faintest clue of the extent of his injuries. It was possible that that vicious beating could've caused some internal bleeding, yet she had no way of knowing.

Furthermore, if JJ had to be completely honest with herself, she was terrified that she had basically been left alone.

"Jeez Hankel, you sure did a number on him." JJ reluctantly glanced over at Foyet who in turn was looking over at Hotch with amusement. "Shit, for a moment I thought you were going to kill him." He let out a low, dark chuckle. "But we couldn't have had that happen now, could we? Aaron's punishment is going to be a lot more painful and drawn out if you know what I mean."

He smirked and 'Charles' gave a curt nod, still vexed yet was gradually beginning to cool off. "I'm fully aware of that, but this narcissist needed to be taught a lesson for daring to speak to me that way."

Foyet inclined his head. It was clear that his countenance was merely a mask of understanding, and the glint in his eyes gave it away. "I hear ya, I hear you loud and clear, and trust me when I say that Aaron deserved this. And to think that so much more is waiting for him when he wakes up." He glanced over at JJ and chuckled at her horrified fixation on her boss. "You alright there, Jennifer? You look a little shaken."

JJ felt her stomach churn in a sickening manner, and she felt like vomiting. A little shaken was putting her state mildly; she was disturbed, highly distressed, and horrified to a point where she managed to briefly tune out everything around her, much like the state of shock a person experiences when they've wandered too close to an explosion. For a moment, JJ could see nothing but Hotch's limp, unresponsive form and hear nothing but the sound of her own sharp, irregular breathing, the blood pounding in her ears, and the barely audible, shallow breaths of her companion.

Please Hotch…please get up. Please be okay…

"Oi! Ms. Jareau!" The loud snapping of fingers in her face made JJ blink and return to reality, nearly flinching at the sight of Foyet peering so close to her face.

The sociopath narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction and growled, "Pay attention or I'll stab you and leave my knife there for as long as the time you spent daydreaming." JJ unconsciously swallowed and straightened up, her body instinctively responding despite that her mind was currently numb, slow to register her fear.

A cool, dark smile travelled across Foyet's face as he sneered. "Better, now I need you focused so we can get this show on the road. Even with Aaron temporarily out of the game, that doesn't mean that you get a break too. If anything, we'll actually be able to make some progress without him interfering the second things get good." His eyes gleamed in an unsettling manner that made JJ's blood freeze.

"What kind of progress are you referring to?" Startled by the new yet somewhat familiar voice, JJ looked over to where 'Charles' was standing and noticed a different expression in his eyes. Rather than being faced with the raging blaze of fury that she's gotten so well-acquainted with in such a short time, she was met with nothing; within those pale orbs, JJ perceived a mixture of indifference and impassiveness, a complete 180° from the previous concoction of hatred and ferocity.

Foyet noticed as well and was undisturbed, instead throwing 'Charles' an abnormally satisfied smirk. "Hey Raphael, I wondering when you'd get here. You've been missing out on a great deal. A lot of shit's been going on so you've got some of catching up to do."

JJ's eyes widened as she stared at Tobias's well-known persona, the archangel, the one who's responsible for the previous and current murders and the one personality that she hasn't had the displeasure of meeting—that is until now.

Though he still kept the same body as Tobias and 'Charles', 'Raphael' made a considerable difference in countenance, leaving the impression that the former two were mere shadows in passing rather than more-or-less permanent personalities. His profile was different and was substantially more neutral with his emotions compared to docile Tobias and antagonistic 'Charles'—even his voice changed in pitch.

JJ was stunned by it now as the archangel inquired, "What sort of things has taken place as of recent?" There was absolutely no life, no emotion in his voice. It was utterly devoid of any spirit and soul, the very qualities that make one human.

It was at that point in time that JJ understood how easily it was for 'Raphael' to kill people without hesitation; he had no essence of a human being.

Immediately, the blonde gained a new sense of fright, dread, and apprehensiveness that was completely different from her fear of 'Charles'. While she was sure she could handle the latter's rage and violent outbursts, JJ knew that it would be different with 'Raphael'. If the team's profile was correct, the archangel has no qualms about torture and murder as long as the victim is a sinner and therefore 'worthy' of their fate. The young woman was sickened by the thought of being so ruthlessly murdered at the hands of this entity, not including whether or not he was willing to torture her before he killed her.

Yet, with what she knew and with Foyet around, it seemed very likely.

As JJ sat there trying to restrain her trembling, she became aware of a sudden change in Tobias's aura. If JJ had been surprised by Tobias switching from 'Charles' to 'Raphael', then she was disconcerted and taken aback when the personalities switched again, as indicated by the rapid shift in facial expression. Within a moment, Tobias went from cold and unfeeling, to angry and impatient. 'Charles' was back.

Said personality looked to the side as if addressing someone, despite that there was no one there, and responded, "Many things have happened recently, Raphael, things that require your guidance." He glared over at JJ and gestured over to her and Hotch. "I'm not sure if you've noticed, but Foyet and I have recently acquired a couple of sinners, a couple of demons from the FBI. We found them just after we left the house of the lecherous woman. You may recognize the man as the narcissist you planned on killing and the woman," his glower hardened and his eyes narrowed at JJ, "had a child out of wedlock. They deserve punishment, especially since they've associated with that heathen Spencer Reid."

Then the detached look in Tobias's eyes returned as they trained on JJ. "I see, and I believe I do recognize the male. The woman, however, is unfamiliar to me. Are you sure in your accusations against her?"

'Charles' returned with his permanently-etched scowl, and he nodded. "I'm sure of her crimes, and Foyet has proof of it. Besides, even by looking at her you can tell she's a sinner of some sort."

'Raphael' glanced at JJ, his blank eyes intensely studying her, assessing her for himself. "Yes, I see it as well. She has the look of a sinner's guilt on her face. I don't doubt your allegations, especially if you have evidence." He glanced over at Foyet, who confirmed it with a simple nod and smirk. "I'll have to perform my own interrogation, yet otherwise her punishment shall be promptly carried out." JJ's stomach sank, only for it to rise up in the form of bile. She very well knew 'Raphael's' methods of 'interrogation' and even more so of his 'punishment' from those haunting videos, both the current and previous ones. She could still see the expression of stark fear and horror in Deborah Henderson's eyes before they were quickly drained of all feeling, simultaneously as blood seeped out of her neck.

She could still even see Reid handcuffed to that horrible chair in that shack from hell, his eyes steely and determined as he faced down the archangel and the barrel of a gun. Each empty click of the firearm had made the coil of dread within her tighten just a bit more, and she had actually flinched when it had gone off just above Reid's head. Yet, all the while her captive colleague maintained a collected composure, only his eyes a giveaway to his true terror and relief after narrowly surviving 'Raphael's' probing.

Was that going to happen to her too? Will JJ be forced to answer questions based on Russian roulette, like Reid? Or will 'Raphael' not want to bother after all and just slice her throat, like Deborah? Or…or will 'Raphael' step aside and let Foyet handle her?

The possibility sent a violent shiver down JJ's back, and she deeply inhaled as if the clear air will remove these pressing questions. Deep breaths, Jennifer, deep breaths…you'll be fine…the team will find you and Hotch before they could do anything…they have to…

"Actually, before you do," Foyet suddenly yet smoothly intervened, interrupting JJ's unwanted nightmares of reality, "there are two other sinners that need your judgment. We have them restrained right now in the basement, and trust me when I say that they deserve a whole lot of hell for what they did."

'Raphael' raised an eyebrow, neither impressed nor especially curious. "Who are these people, and what are their unholy crimes?"

'Charles' abruptly took over and scowled at the wall, which took JJ a moment to deduce that he was "looking" at 'Raphael'. "My ex-wife Martha and the weakling bastard she calls her husband. Long story short, Martha left me for him, and she even saw him behind my back while we were still together. So now they're both charged with adultery." Though it was apparent that 'Charles' was trying to keep his cool, his clenched jaw and blazing orbs expressed his true anger and JJ automatically grew nervous.

'Raphael' glanced to the side, presumably at 'Charles', and seemed to contemplate his words. "Your ex-wife?" When 'Charles' nodded, the archangel narrowed his eyes in what appeared to be doubt. "Are you merely dubbing her a sinner based on your human feelings of resentment? Are her and her husband's charges based off of biased opinion or honest judgment?"

JJ's eyes widened in response, and she noticed that even Foyet looked mildly put off and was warily glancing between the two…err, at Tobias. 'Charles' was obviously caught off guard before his ire usurped the expression, and his eyes dangerously hardened. "Did you just accuse me of being a liar?!"

The archangel wasn't fazed by the other personality's fuming (and fleeting) countenance and calmly countered, "Not at all, but you must understand that even the holiest can be manipulated by human emotions. The feelings of mortals often cloud their judgment and they make wrong choices as a consequence. Surely you remember the story of Samson and Delilah? Samson allowed his love for the woman get in his way and he nearly met his end. It was only through God's guidance that he-"

"Yes, yes I get it," 'Charles' angrily interrupted, looking highly irate. "But my emotions aren't getting in the way! I'll admit I sure as hell don't have an ounce of pity or respect for the woman who left me and for the worthless heathen who took my place, but rest assured their judgment is reasonable. Martha cheated on me years ago and has never paid for it. You can ask her yourself and then you'll be sure of her guilt."

"Hm, I suppose I'll do that." The archangel glanced back over at JJ and Hotchner, the former stiffening under his scrutinizing gaze. "And what of these two? Shall I deal with them before or after the adulterous couple?"

"After," Foyet instantly responded before 'Charles', finally speaking up after an unusual amount of silence as he merely watched the two personalities interact. "I have some personal business with these agents so if you don't mind leaving them for later then that'd be great."

For a moment, JJ couldn't tell which personality had taken over since Tobias's eyes rapidly changed from bristling to unfeeling back and forth until it eventually settled on unfeeling. "What sort of personal business?"

Foyet smirked and gestured over to Hotchner, much to JJ's alarm. "Let's just say that this bastard in particular has done me wrong and I intend to receive justice for it. And as for Jennifer," he turned his gaze to her, and she fought back a shudder when looking into those eyes that were alight with sadistic ecstasy, "she's just along for the ride and who happens to be a sinner herself. FBI or not she deserves to be sentenced to Hell or whatever."

'Raphael' briefly glanced at her before turning back to Foyet. "Very well then, I'll let you handle your own matters. However, you are under no circumstances allowed to kill them. I need to pass judgment on them and to decide how they should die."

The Boston Reaper's eyes were glowing like the fire set by a pyromaniac, the flames reflecting the corrupted rapture in their being. "Oh don't worry, I've got plenty of ideas on how we should kill them, but in the meantime, I want to take my time and have them think about what they've done. I want them to suffer as much as possible for their sins."

'Raphael' nodded and then "looked" to 'Charles'. "Until then though we ought to deal with your adulterous wife and her lover. The fewer sinners there are, the better."

'Charles' snorted with contempt. "Martha ain't my wife and 'lover' is too nice a word for that cretin. But you're right, it'll be better once we get rid of 'em."

"Hey, once you extract their confessions," Foyet intervened, "give me a heads up before you kill them. I want to catch it all on film and post it online. I have some damn good ideas on what kind of messages to put for our viewers, especially the FBI feds."

JJ assumed that it was the archangel that inclined his head because afterwards Tobias's expression shifted to an angry scowl. "We still haven't agreed to film them, Foyet."

'Raphael' presumably returned and raised an eyebrow. "And why shouldn't we? All the other ungrateful heathens out there need to see your wife's punishment for her crimes. We need to spread the word on the way of the Lord and to do so through example. Thus we have to film to accomplish this."

JJ felt a ball of cold, sickening knots violently coil within her stomach at the underlying malevolence in the archangel's voice and how it was in stark contrast to how easily he said it. Yet, those knots only twisted and tightened at Foyet's cool, smug smile. "He's right, Hankel. What better way to spread our message than by practicing what we preach." His copper brown eyes gleamed with the same amount of distorted pleasure as his grin.

'Charles' glanced between both him and 'Raphael' (technically himself) and seemed conflicted before he curtly nodded, rather reluctantly JJ noted. "Very well, if that's what you want to do. Just make sure that the message on the video is pretty damn good and that you leave my name out of this—it's humiliating to be associated with a disgraceful, lying, cheating bitch."

Foyet chuckled and responded, "If that's all you're worried about then fine, consider yourself in no ways tied to Martha. Oh and trust me, I've got something fitting for the video; those FBI bastards won't know what hit 'em."

JJ couldn't help but shiver and ignored the pointed glance she was given and instead focused on Tobias. 'Raphael' apparently reappeared because a toneless voice flowed from his lips. "See that you do. Now if you'll excuse me, I must meet with these sinners and determine their fate. Accompany me, Charles, and see that their punishment is to your satisfaction."

Tobias's expression shifted to a disgruntled frown before he grunted and exited the room, to JJ's horror. With Tobias and his personalities gone, JJ was left completely alone with Foyet. The Reaper was well aware of this as he threw JJ a much-too-thrilled grin.

The blonde woman practically held her breath while the serial killer drew closer to her, his steps slow and deliberate, purposely adding to the tension. Then as if that weren't enough, Foyet stopped directly in front of JJ—less than an inch away—and unhurriedly pulled out his switchblade from his coat, waving it in her face as the silver glinted in her vision. "Alone at last. With Aaron out of the way for a while, we can take this time be properly acquainted without any distractions. Isn't that just neat, Jennifer?"

JJ thickly swallowed and made a conscious effort to steadily meet his gaze, attempting to seem collected, undaunted, and especially untroubled. Nevertheless, she refused to say a word and waited for Foyet to make the first move. If there's one thing being an FBI agent has taught her is to measure your opponent's maneuvers and tactics in order to assess your plan of action. Much like two kids in a fight at school, you had to wait until the other threw the first punch; it gave you the advantage, and it got you into less trouble when the teachers pulled you apart.

Foyet scanned JJ's expression and his lips curled into an amused smirk as if guessing her strategy. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Giving me the silent treatment?" When JJ offered only a stoic response, Foyet lightly chuckled. "Fine then. I can entertain myself without you." The blonde's heart stopped when he glanced over at Hotchner, his eyes gleaming like the edge of his knife.

Just as he lifted his weapon, JJ blurted out, "Don't!" but then immediately cursed herself when Foyet sneered with triumph and satisfaction. That had been the reaction he wanted and anticipated and she had given it to him, involuntarily making the first move.

"Why not, Jennifer?"

The media liaison pursed her lips and contemplated whether or not speaking was the best way to go. However, recognizing that she didn't have much of a choice, JJ replied, "He's had enough. And even so, you won't get any gratification out of hurting him if he's unconscious." She briefly recalled when she and team were chasing the Reaper in Boston; Foyet had ambushed Morgan and would've killed him if he had been awake. It soothed her to know that Foyet was disinterested in hurting someone who was out for the count, aware that that meant Hotch was safe for the time being.

Foyet's smirk broadened and he knelt down so that they were at eye level. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." He snickered and playfully mocked, "Since when did you become so…profiler-y? I had you pegged as the sweet girl-next-door type, not some serious FBI agent like Aaron here."

"Appearances can be deceiving."

"Apparently so but honestly, I don't like this side of you. It's not the real you and, if anything, it's obnoxious."

JJ narrowed her eyes despite that her heart was furiously pounding within her chest, and she levelly countered, "What makes you so sure that you know the real me?"

Foyet darkly chuckled in an ominous, foreboding manner. "See, now that there is obviously fake. You're trying to be tough, but I can tell that you're terrified—I can see it in your eyes and they say that you're scared shitless. But I have a question, Jennifer: are you more scared for yourself or for Aaron?"

JJ bit her lip and decided to ignore that question. "Believe what you like, but I'm…" She wanted to lie and say 'but I'm not scared of you', yet she had a feeling that Foyet was perceptive enough to see through it, "stronger than you think."

Unfortunately, Foyet caught the brief lapse and remarked, "I only believe it because it's true. You shouldn't try to hide your fear, you know. It's very becoming on you."

"I didn't ask for your opinion on me nor do I want to hear it."

"Then what do you want, Jennifer?"

"What I want is for you to let the Emersons and Agent Hotchner go. Maybe…maybe we can make a deal."

Foyet's eyes gleamed with interest. "You know how much I love deals. What kind do you have in mind?"

JJ took a moment to mentally compose herself before saying, "If you let Martha and Richard Emerson and Agent Hotchner go, then I'll willingly stay here. You could do whatever you want to me and I'll do whatever you say, no hesitation or complaining." As much as those words made her want to vomit, JJ desperately hoped that maybe Foyet will consider the deal and that there was a possibility that at least a few people could live.

Unfortunately, her stomach sank into a pool of bile as the Reaper cruelly and boisterously laughed. "Oh that's a good one, Jennifer! You really think that I'd actually consider letting them all go, especially Aaron?! Shit, that's rich! Why on earth would I do that?!" He took a moment to calm down a bit and sneered. "Hankel's got a bone to pick with the Emersons just as I have with your precious colleague. There's no way in hell that I'm throwing away this chance! I'll give you an 'A' for effort though it was stupid to even try."

JJ clenched her teeth as if to hold back her odd mixture of disappointment and justified relief and attempted to keep her face void of it. Foyet snickered and continued: "You certainly are a delight, Jennifer, a real bundle of joy. And trust me, your offer is tempting, but what's the point when I already have total control over you? It's not like you can get away and you have no choice but to do what I say or else there'd be consequences."

The blonde profiler shivered under his smug, triumphant expression and then straightened up. "I'm well aware of my position just as you are of yours." The Reaper confirmed that with a smirk. "But I'll also have you know that Agent Hotchner and I are professional FBI agents, and we are more than capable of taking care of ourselves."

JJ was more trying to remind herself of this than for Foyet, yet it didn't matter when the serial killer's smirk extended. "I find it hilarious how you're attempting to detach yourself from Aaron, like if he was just your associate instead of your friend." JJ's eyes briefly dilated and she unconsciously stiffened. "Classic defense mechanism, but I can see right through it. Besides, distancing yourself won't do you any good seeing that you're still going to have the same fate in the end. You just need to accept that you and Aaron are both going to die and that Hankel and I will have a lot of fun making it happen. Oh, but don't worry though—we won't get into it until we get Dr. Reid to join us then that's when the real fun will begin."

When Reid was mentioned, JJ couldn't help but flinch and the action didn't go unnoticed by Foyet. "Yeah, it'll be fun having the boy genius around for Hankel to thrash the hell out of. Heh, I can't wait for that little reunion, can't you? I know for a fact that 'Charles' and 'Raphael' are dying to confront the kid again to, uh, discuss a few things."

The Boston Reaper then made a toothy grin that send an icy cold shiver down JJ's spine. No, stop! He's just trying to unnerve you, he only wants a reaction. Don't give him that pleasure. Remember, Spence isn't here and neither Foyet nor Tobias will get to him; the team won't allow it. Just keep your head clear and your face blank so that way he doesn't get what he wants. Relax Jareau, you can't let him win, if not for Hotch's sake. She threw a quick glance at her colleague to see that he was still unconscious.

Foyet watched her expression, appearing subtly dissatisfied, and nonchalantly shrugged, deciding to switch tactics. "Well, we still have some time before that goes down but honestly, I'm having a splendid time with you already, Jennifer. But you know what'll make things better: hearing your side of the story."

JJ was mildly startled by the change in topic. "M-my side?" The media liaison mentally berated herself for stuttering. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is when you and Agent Reid went to go interrogate Hankel for the first time. From what I've been told, the two of you attempted to talk to Tobias before he made a break for it and took Dr. Reid along for the ride. Now what I wanna know is where that left you. Where were you, Jennifer? How could you let your good friend get kidnapped by some disturbed lunatic with some psycho serial killer personalities?"

How…how does he know about that?! JJ felt violently sick and her stomach churned with familiar guilt and horrified dread. Her best bet was that 'Charles' or 'Raphael' tipped off Foyet, but did it really matter? He knew about it. The gleam in his hollow brown orbs danced with thrill and a corrupted sense of delight as they looked to her, and JJ's stomach lurched. His purposely accusing gaze resurfaced distressing sensations of shame and regret, and she felt as if she were suddenly back at the Hankel home with the rest of the team while they watched a terrified Reid being viciously persecuted by 'Charles', knowing that there was nothing they could do about it and that it was her fault that he was in that mess…

I don't want you to think that it's your fault—it's not. It was just…horrible, unforeseen circumstances. Not once have I ever thought to blame you and I never will.

Reid's word briefly echoed through her mind like whispers in the wind, reminding her of the truth. With a burst of resolve, she coolly responded, "I didn't let him get kidnapped, it just happened."

Foyet raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh really? Is that really what you believe? Then tell me, Jennifer: what exactly were you doing when Dr. Reid was being nabbed by Hankel?"

Figure it out. JJ was so tempted to say that aloud, but she knew it would only cause her trouble so she remained silent and merely stared at Foyet with a steady countenance. The Reaper perceived her silence as the defiance she was invoking and frowned. "The silent treatment again, huh?" She said nothing despite the menace in his tone. "Well, that's just disappointing and, frankly, pathetic. I thought you were better than this." When she still refused to say a word, Foyet lost his patience and suddenly lunged forward, grabbed her by the neck, and then pressed his knife against her cheek until there was blood.

JJ choked out a gasp and, in her panic, struggled until it struck her just how dangerously close that knife was and that she couldn't get away being tied up and all. Foyet's eyes flashed with annoyance before he tightened his grip. "I wouldn't if I were you—resisting me is the stupidest thing you can do, especially since your life is in my hands and that I can end it at any moment I want to. Now I'm getting sick of this little 'brave profiler' charade; it was cute and amusing at first, but now it's just getting on my nerves. When I request something of you, I expect you to comply." The knife was pushed further and JJ felt hot blood trickling down her face and a vicious, burning throb to match. "Understand?"

The blonde didn't say a word and clenched her teeth so hard she imagined them shattering like glass. She strived to ignore her rising panic and terror as well as the cold metal biting in her flesh. Her heart raced like a broken metronome and thumped harshly within her chest, restricting her breathing and leaving her momentarily incapable of speaking or thinking.

Frustrated with her lack of response, Foyet's glare blackened, and he let out a growl. "So that's how it gonna be?" He pressed the knife until a good portion of the tip was sunken into JJ's face, getting her to release a small cry, and he slowly, ruthlessly dragged it across for nearly three inches. As he did, JJ bit her lower lip to keep from screaming and emitted a series of barely audible whimpers. After what felt like an eternity, Foyet eventually pulled out the knife and JJ simultaneously let out a gasp as if she had been holding her breath and she shuddered. She knew that there was now a scar on her right cheek and she perceived the searing pain that went along with the blood flaring on her pale skin.

Yet, what scared her was that this was only a small fraction of what Foyet was capable of, that this cut wasn't even considered a stab.

Foyet observed her trembling form with grim satisfaction. "Fine, you don't wanna talk, then I'm just gonna have to make you." He abruptly turned his attention to Hotchner and sneered. "Perhaps a few minutes with Aaron will change your mind. He might even wake up if it hurts enough."

Just as he advanced onto Hotch, JJ snapped out of her dazed state of discomfort and cried out, "Wait, don't! Please! Leave him alone!"

"And why should I? If you're not going to entertain me then somebody ought to!"

"Please don't! I'll…I'll talk, I'll talk! Just…please leave him alone!" Foyet appraised her as she shuddered and tried to settle her shaky, irregular breathing, all while she struggled to ease her furiously pounding heart. She felt tears burn behind her eyes at her shame in giving in so easily, but she couldn't help herself—Hotch meant the world to her and he was like another father to her. She couldn't bear the thought of him getting hurt, especially since he was already in bad shape. JJ would rather tell Foyet what he wants to hear than have him torture Hotch, especially on her behalf.

The Reaper seemed to realize this because his thin lips curled into a twisted grin. "Now that's more like it." Then to JJ's relief, he stowed the knife away, but her heart started hammering again once he gave her his full concentration and clasped his hands together in expectation. "Alright, let's get right to it. Tell me what exactly happened that day."

JJ closed her eyes for a moment, gathering the strength to continue and revisit memories she'd rather be lost in the fog. She took a deep breath before she began her account, returning back to that fateful night. "Reid and I were asked to talk to Tobias about making a 9-1-1 call about a prowler we assumed was 'Raphael'; at the time, we had no idea of his split personalities and we assumed we had multiple suspects in the case.

"Anyways, we tried to question Tobias, but he closed the door on us, though he told us enough for us to catch that he had been lying. Then we realized that Tobias had purposely made that call to gauge the police's reaction time so it clicked that he was our Unsub. We…tried to apprehend him on our own, we didn't have a choice." She couldn't say anymore as she bit her lip, beginning to get somewhat overwhelmed by what was coming next.

Foyet, on the other hand, seemed eager for more as he beamed. "Damn, I had no clue that Hankel stuck himself in the investigation. Calling 9-1-1 just to see how fast the cops get there…genius. I almost wish I would've thought of that." He grinned down at JJ and said, "Carry on, Jennifer. What was it you were saying about you and Dr. Reid not having a choice?"

The young woman tensed ever so slightly yet continued: "Our cell phones couldn't get any reception so we couldn't call for back-up. Tobias and 'Charles' realized that we were on to them so they tried to get away by hiding in their barn. We attempted to corner and apprehend the, uh, Hankels by splitting up: I went into the barn while Reid tried to go around back…"

She couldn't help but pause again while she lowered her gaze to the floor, her orbs a whirlpool of horror and trauma from past experiences. Instantly recognizing it, Foyet's eyes glowed with thrilled fervor. "Yes…?"

For a while, JJ didn't answer, too stricken by the memories that started to overwhelm her. She remembered every detail: every word, every sound, every smell, every touch…

The eerie darkness of the barn was starting to get to her and the light streaming through the open door wasn't nearly enough so she pulled out her flashlight. The ominous creaks resounded throughout the place and cut through the creepy silence.

JJ carefully stepped forward, her flashlight and gun held out in front of her and guiding the way, and tried to listen for Tobias or Reid. Her colleague said that he would go around back to intercept the Unsub, but there was no sign of either of them. Her heart pounded fearfully at the thought of Reid getting ambushed, yet she forced herself to calm down; if that were the case, she surely would've heard a struggle.

So where were they?

JJ carefully walked forward and shined the light in every available crevice, looking for signs of life. Above her head, chains hung on the ceiling and rattled once her head gently brushed them. She pointed the flashlight at them before directing it in front of her. She felt that something was off…something wasn't right. "Reid?" Her quiet whisper seemed to thunder through the tense silence, but the lack of response she received resounded louder.

Where was Reid? Where was Tobias? That feeling in her gut grew stronger with every cautionary stride.

She took a couple of more slow, wary steps forward until she felt something squish underneath her boots. She stilled. Then she steadily, carefully aimed her flashlight down to check and felt bile churn her stomach at the red, sponge-like goo she had stepped in.

For a moment, JJ could do nothing but stare at the slimy substance as she tried to comprehend what it was, a part of her refusing to believe that it was blood. Whose was it and more importantly…what's that floating within it? With the same speed as a person going into shock, JJ unhurriedly lifted the flashlight back up and noticed a small area splattered with blood and…what is that?

Then that's when JJ noticed hair—there were wisps of hair lying amongst it. Closer inspection showed that there were also torn pieces of clothing resting carelessly within the blood and…what is that horrible smell? JJ couldn't place the smell, but it was awful; it reeked worse than the fresh kill at a butcher's.

All of a sudden it hit her: the blood, the hair, the clothes, the other substances…these were remains. A person was here and evidence indicated that they were torn apart.

But by who or what?

No matter what the cause, the thought horrified JJ, and she briefly felt that bile once again.

Then to her horror, the blonde heard a lethal growl, and she instantly aimed her flashlight towards the source. It was a dog. It glared viciously at her, blood dripping from its muzzle, as it growled at her. It was a mangy-looking dog with matted fur, crazed bloodshot eyes, and an overall raving, dangerous aura.

Another growl was heard and JJ whipped to the side and saw another similar one eyeing her with that same unhinged glower. Her ears picked up the sound of another one, and she noticed a third dog appearing just as menacing as its companions, licking something off of its nose.

JJ froze as all three of them looked at her and immediately developed a sense of dread as three things occurred to her:

1) She was trapped.

2) These mongrels were the culprits of all the blood and discarded flesh.

3) They still seemed hungry and were regarding her ravenously.

Suddenly, the first dog rushed to her, causing the others to run towards her, all of them barking and snarling. Panic and fear seized JJ as she screamed and wildly shot out, desperate to keep those demon dogs away from her.

How many times did she shoot? Once? Twice? Three times? She didn't know and she didn't care. Did she scream? She had a sense that she did. At some point she felt dozens of sharp teeth sink into her left arm, and a slice of pain tore through her. Out of panic, she lashed out and shot at the thing closest to her, urgently hoping to get it to let go of her.

Other than those unpleasant sensations, she didn't really remember what happened next. She recalled adrenaline pumping through her veins, driving her to shoot and to keeping firing until she stopped seeing herself as a puddle of blood, hair, torn clothes, and leftover flesh.

Unfortunately, the image didn't go away until Prentiss and Morgan snapped her out of it much later, but by then the damage was done…

"Jennifer…hello Jennifer…anybody in there?!" JJ flinched as she was suddenly back in the Emersons's living room, propelling her out of the bleak past. It took her a moment to regain her surroundings and of the amused yet mildly irate serial killer in front of her. She slowly blinked while her breathing decelerating though she hadn't even realized that it had previously been rapid during her unwanted field trip into that horrible, traumatizing experience.

As she took in long deep breaths, Foyet silently regarded her and grinned. "Damn, what the hell caused that reaction? For a moment, I thought you were going to lose it. What happened?"

JJ couldn't answer and merely willed her head to stop spinning and for her mind to stop hearing the sound of barking, raving dogs that snarled guttural, ravenous growls, the same ones that she heard in her nightmares even after the Hankel case was over, the ones that she had been starting to hear again once Foyet made his appearance in Atlanta. The Boston Reaper chuckled. "I'm assuming you need a moment. Whatever, I guess I can let you be for a little while, at least until you can talk again. I still want to hear the rest of that story and I plan on hearing the rest of it. In the meantime though, I think I'll grab a bite—hopefully this sad excuse for a house has some beer too. Do you want me to bring you back something?"

The blonde profiler didn't comprehend him speaking and she only perceived her shallow inhales that did nothing to help her increasingly tightening chest. She felt numb and was unconsciously glad that she was in a chair otherwise she would've sunk to her knees if she had been standing. Images of a shadowy barn, dirty hay, rusty rattling chains, torn up flesh, meaty chunks of a gradually rotting carcass, ripped bloodied clothes, rabid frenzied dogs, and gunshots screamed through her being and branded into her core, mutilating her old scars.

"I'll take that as a 'no'. Okay then, I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." Foyet let out a final chuckle before he exited the room, leaving JJ alone to drown in the murkiness of her thoughts, unable to determine what was real, imaginary, or long gone.

Even though everyone was focused on Reid in that episode, I've always felt bad for JJ. She was obviously traumatized by shooting those dogs and though it was briefly touched upon, I've questioned if that ever affected her in the future. Like what if Henry wanted a dog, or if she visited Morgan only to be greeted by Clooney? Writing out her thoughts in the barn was interesting to say the least~

I wanted the details to be, well, descriptive and if that meant that I had to re-watch that episode for that particular scene, then so be it ;3

Thank you all to those who are reading this and are continuing to follow this! It means a lot :D

P.S 'Charles's' offensive comments towards JJ about her and Will and Henry aren't mine. They are not my views and they never will be :/

P.S.S I question how far I'm going to go with JJ and Hotch's torture. I don't want them to get hurt, but this is Foyet we're talking about... Eh, any thoughts on my limits?

P.S.S.S Last week's episode with Reid as Prince Charming~ Oh be still my heart ^^