The End and What its Worth- Chapter 26

A Change in Plans

"........THE END IS NEAR! But how near....no one knows. Hehehehe.... I wouldnt worry bout it too soon. Pleaz R&R! Also, there wont be much more of the team trying to profile Foyet cuz they already have a working profile-- just clarifying there..."

The BAU team was already on their way to France. They had boarded the plane a few hours ago, but they still had a long way to travel. Hotch and Rossi were chatting about Foyet's grand escape from the prison. Prentiss, JJ and Garcia were sharing stories about their families and down-time. The rest of them were either sleeping or-like Morgan-listening to their music players.

As they flied over the ocean and out toward a new country, they could only hope that they would find Reid on time.......

Spencer Reid and George Foyet stopped at the next rest station. "Get out of the car quickly." Foyet said as he speed-walked to the building.

"Why?" Reid asked- eyebrows raised. Suddenly, a display of orange-red flames spewed out from behind him. The rental card had just exploded.

"And that's why." Foyet smirked. "Come on kid- limp faster."

"Easier said than done." Reid mumbled.

"We will be getting new transportation from this point out. One of my friends will take care of the rental car and the passports. The good news is that we can get rid of this god-awful make-up, but the getup has to stay." Foyet looked behind him at Reid to see his reaction.

Reid gulped. No more make-up? That meant that he would see the marks...

"Is that a problem?" Foyet asked.

"No." Reid snapped quickly. "It's just that........the marks.....don't you think that-?" Reid started stammering.

"Don't you think that they will assume that I did it? Yeah. That's the whole point." Foyet answered.

"Why? Is it apart of our new back round?" Reid asked. Foyet nodded.

"I'm going to change into some baggy blue jeans and a muscle shirt. You're my boyfriend and I tend to get possessive over you. You do wrong thing I don't like and I beat the crap outta you." Foyet explained.

"Uh, we're in London- not Detroit." Reid commented.

"No, we're in ghetto London." Foyet smirked back. "And we're leaving soon anyways. We''re going to be in a gang territory until our final ride is ready."

"London has gang territoy?" Reid mused out loud. 'That was never in any of the guide books.' he thought.

"Yeah. Who woulda thunk it?" Foyet joked.

Reid jumped as a horn went off behind him. 'That's our ride." Foyet said- letting Reid know his suspicions were right. When Reid turned around, he was greeted by a stretch limo with a very familiar-looking driver.

"Hello again, Dr. Reid." the friend greeted. Reid gulped hard-having a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. But when Reid studied the friend's face, he realized that he had a large burn covering his face.

"I told you he would be punished." Foyet whispered only loud enough for Reid to hear. "Come on; it's time to go." Reid nodded, and with Foyet's help, he got inside the stretch.

"They suggested a stretch so that we could change or sleep if needed. I will be in need of a change in clothes, but you on the other hand won't." This brought a frown to the friend's face. "If you want, I can give you a blanket and you can get some sleep." Then, in a whispered tone, he continued. "I highly suggest you take the second option. I know that you're uncomfortable around him, and I understand if don't want to be here. Unfortunately I am what your team calls the UnSub, so I get to decide what happens. "

"Uh, sure. I-I think I would like to sleep." Reid said- on script.

"Alright; I am sure you could use it." Foyet smiled. He reached to his left- where a small cubby had been mantled- and brought back a large blanket. He threw it over Reid's head and made sure his entire body was covered. At first Reid was taken aback by the action, but then he remembered who was driving the car. Of course Foyet wouldn't want his friend to lay his eyes on him while he was sleeping.

"Is this okay with you?" Foyet asked, although he was glaring at his friend.

"Yeah, this is fine." Reid said with a small nod.

"Good." Foyet muttered. "If I were you, I'd get comfortable because this is going to be a long ride."' Reid nodded although Foyet couldn't see it. Instead he sighed and pushed himself closer to the seat of the stretch.....

George Foyet kept a watchful eye on Spencer Reid while he glanced at his friend every so often.

"I'm sorry Foyet; I let you down." he whispered.

"I don''t want another meaningless apology from you. I will forgive you when you stop touching my associates." Foyet spat.

"Oh, so they're associates now?"

"Shut up! You know how this is going to end! Another meaningless argument with me WON'T CHANGE HOW THIS ENDS!" he yelled back.

"Great; you woke it." the friend mumbled. Foyet sighed in annoyance, and he turned his attention back to Reid....

Reid woke up when he heard the yelling again. He moaned quietly as he tried to roll over to see what was going on. But suddenly, a sharp pain shot up his stomach. He let out a short yelp- grabbing Foyet's attention. He felt the blanket being pulled off him and eyes squinting at him in curiosity.

"What is it?" Foyet asked.

"Stomach." Reid said through clenched teeth.

"Do you mind if I roll up your shirt-just to see if there's a bruise or something." Foyet asked. Reid gave him a reluctant nod. Foyet moved his body to where it was blocking his friend's view of the scene as he rolled up the bottom of the shirt. "Damn it." he muttered.

"What is it?" Reid asked.

"Nothing to worry about right now." Foyet dismissed. "In the mean time, we have to pull over." he hinted. The friend nodded, and agreed to pull over to he nearest rest stop.

A few miles later, Reid and Foyet were walking out of the stretch and into an old rest stop restaurant that just so happened to be empty.

"Take a seat- I'm going to use the bathroom." Foyet murmured. Reid gave Foyet a small nod and headed to the table. A few minutes later, Foyet came back.

"We have business to talk over." Foyet started as he pushed a drink toward Reid.

"The other end of the deal?" Reid guessed. Foyet nodded. "When.....when are you going to..?"

"To kill you?" Foyet guessed as he shook his head. "Reid, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to do something much, much worse."

"W-what are you going to do?" Reid asked-flashbacks of the friend crossing his minds.

"I'm not going to kill you, Dr. Reid." Foyet restated. Then, with a serious, almost sad look, he continued. "I'm going to make you help kill me.....''

".........duh-duh-duuuuh! Hehehehe..........Pleaz R&R!"