Chapter 55
It was at times like this that Nathan Foyet found himself glad he decided to intern as a nurse when he was younger. The internship taught him all he needed to know about nursing should he had decided to make a career of it. He was even gladder he had listened to his late cousin George. After all, his late cousin had taught a course in computers even though he really didn't care for them himself. And despite computers being of no real interest to Nathan either, George had suggested he should learn a little about them. It might come in necessary regardless of where he worked.
As he worked, Foyet recalled the internship at the local hospital where he grew up…especially the pretty young patient he availed himself of there. She had been sixteen, and admitted because of what had been diagnosed as stage 4 lymphoma cancer. She had the smoothest skin and the firmest body he had ever run his hands over, and it excited him. He enjoyed thrusting into her repeatedly while she was totally unaware of what was being done to her. He found himself glad she eventually died without regaining consciousness.
Then there had been a young boy of eleven in pediatrics. He had enjoyed him too. More than once if memory served. The boy had wriggled beneath him repeatedly as he pounded into his backside again and again. But in the end, he ended up having to kill the child. Nobody suspected anything as the boy's death appeared to have been from the heart condition for which he had been admitted.
Nathan, at this moment, was glad he had listened to his cousin, as the little ability he had with the electronic monstrosities was now proving useful. But Nathan had paid attention to what George taught him. After all, George knew everything.
Foyet made sure he kept his observant eyes on the closed door at the end of the hall. He had noticed the older man walk into Hotchner's room, and the two guards inside step into the hallway. So far, he hadn't been able to come up with a way to get rid of them. Nor to enter the agent's room without arousing the suspicion of others. He understood all the agents present had a list of those allowed to enter Hotchner's room. And as his name wasn't on that list, he would be stopped and denied entry if he tried. An idea suddenly occurred to him which brought a smile to his face.
He needed to somehow add his name to the list of those allowed to enter the agent's room. But how to carry out that task with nobody being the wiser to what he was doing and try to stop him? Or worse, bring him to the attention of the FBI agents. If that happened, his plans for Hotchner would end before they began.
First he needed to add his name to the list of those allowed in the agent's room. Then, he needed to give the agents on duty, and Hotchner's team, a copy of the revised list. This way there would be no questions when he was seen entering the agent's room and nobody to stop him. He'd be able to enter whenever he wanted with nobody the wiser, and nobody to ask why he was there. It gave him a thrill fantasizing carrying out his assault and murder of Aaron Hotchner right under the FBI's and the BAU's noses. It would be the crowning achievement as far as he was concerned. All that remained was to get rid of the bodyguards both inside and outside the agent's room.
But to 'doctor' the list of names of those who were permitted, Foyet needed to gain access to a computer without being detected or questioned. He had no way of knowing one of his problems would soon be answered in an unexpected way.
Foyet had been standing beside the Nurses' station going over the schedule for the following day. He was pleased to see he was to give Agent Hotchner a sponge bath tomorrow morning after breakfast. He struggled to control himself and keep from shouting with joy. In the morning, he would be able to touch the agent's body up-close and-personal, even though a sponge bath was not what he really wanted to enjoy. He would have to satisfy himself with that until the long-awaited moment arrived.
But for the rest of the day, he was to work with Doctor Correa, and he was overjoyed. Overjoyed because Doctor Correa was Agent Hotchner's doctor. He couldn't believe his good fortune. A smirk appeared as he realized things were falling into place.
He was about to head out to find Doctor Correa when his name was called by the lone nurse behind the nurse's station counter. Foyet smiled looking at the young, blonde, blue-eyed woman who couldn't be more than twenty-one-years-of-age. Her name was Rosalind Davies. He found himself fantasizing about her well-toned, firm body squirming beneath his, and pounding into her with intensity and without concern for her well-being. After he was finished with Hotchner, he was curious to discover what being with a female sexually was like, and why George liked it so much. Besides, with her blue eyes, Rosalind looked a little like the blonde agent he saw giving that press conference days ago outside the hospital. Besides, George seemed to like the ladies as well as men. He could always fantasize he was banging the blonde agent instead.
"What can I do for you, Roz?" he asked with a fake smile, his eyes glancing at the woman's full bosom. He imagined himself squeezing and biting them.
Rosalind approached and handed him the single sheet of paper. "I have to leave the area for a few minutes to help with a patient. The Chief-of-Staff sent this down to be put into the computer, and copies distributed to the agents."
Foyet decided to play dumb. "What is it?" he asked.
"It's a new list of those permitted to be in Agent Hotchner's room. I need you to put this info into the computer for me, print out about twenty-five copies, and make sure each of the agents has a copy. I should be back in about fifteen minutes."
A devious grin appeared on Foyet's face. He read the list of names, then looked up at the blonde. "No trouble, Roz. Be glad to do it. Go do what you have to do. I'll take care of this for you." He felt like he had been given the answer to a prayer.
"Thanks, Will," she said before she walked away to her assigned task. Foyet licked his lips watching her full butt move beneath her uniform. He felt a stirring in his loins.
As she disappeared from view, Foyet stepped behind the Nurses' station counter, and set about inputting the list of names with one difference. He added the name of 'William Bayville' at the end, then printed one more than the required twenty-five copies of the list. He would distribute them later to the agents. But first he put a copy of the 'revised' list in the file cabinet against the wall behind the counter. He then put the original paper in the shredder. After all, it wouldn't do to have his scheming undone with the original of the list in the file if somebody decided to check, now would it?
Foyet waited until Rosalind returned before he left to distribute the list to the agents with a smile on his face. It was after that was accomplished, that he went to find Doctor Correa who he was told was with the agent.
He fought hard to contain his enthusiasm as he entered Hotch's room. He wasn't worried about Hotchner recognizing him even with the disguise. The two men had never laid eyes on each other when Foyet assaulted the agent. And even then the agent had been drugged at the time, and the Rohypnol caused memory loss. So Hotchner would have no recollection of him even if he had seen him.
Correa smiled at the agent who, sensing somebody in his room, opened his eyes. The agent turned his head and smiled tiredly at the two men standing over him looking down at him.
"Hey, doc, how are you?" Hotch asked, his eyes straying to the unfamiliar man standing beside the doctor. He couldn't tell what it was about the man, but there was something about him that troubled Hotch.
"I'm fine, Aaron. I'm sorry to wake you, but I wanted you to meet William Bayville. He will be replacing your regular nurse while she's out on extended sick leave. Also, his name has been added as a replacement for your regular nurse on the list of those to have access to you. I promise you he's been cleared." Correa held up a copy of the list for Hotch to see. "In fact, he will be giving you a sponge bath tomorrow morning after breakfast."
"Can't wait," Hotch said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
The doctor smirked being used to his patient's personality and moods. He glanced at Bayville who chuckled.
"I'm pleased to meet you, agent," Foyet said. "I've heard of you and am a great fan of yours and of what you do. I will take good care of you. I can promise you that. Anything you need just ask me." I promise I will take good care of you, Aaron, and believe me when I say you will enjoy every minute! But I don't really care if you don't! I will enjoy it and that's all that matters!
"I'm sure you will, Mr. Bayville," Hotch replied still staring at the man intently. He wished he could figure out what troubled him about this man. When Dave came to visit this evening, he would ask him to have Garcia check out this William Bayville. He was well aware the hospital had checked out this guy and was satisfied, but Garcia could go places with her searches that the hospital couldn't. Also, she'd be looking for things that the hospital wouldn't even pay attention to in their search. He ran a hand down his face. Get a grip, Hotchner! he told himself. You're getting paranoid because Foyet is still out there somewhere! You're seeing him everywhere! You need to stop this! He felt his eyes getting heavy again.
"I'm sorry, doc," Hotch struggled to get out, lids dropping. "But I want to get a little sleep before dinner. Sorry." His lids closed.
"That's okay, agent. You sleep for now." He looked at Bayville. "C'mon, you have other patients to meet."
As the two men proceeded to leave the room, Foyet paused momentarily in the doorway and looked over his shoulder at the now sleeping agent. A smirk appeared.
Don't enjoy your sleep, Aaron. You don't need rest. You won't need any energy when I come for you later.
He chuckled and walked out closing the door behind him.
Several hours later, Foyet was sitting in the cafeteria with a cup of hot coffee in front of him. He stared out the large window at the dreary weather. A rumble of thunder rattled the window. He was thinking about his meeting with the Unit Chief while taking a drink of coffee.
You are such a handsome man, Aaron Hotchner, he told himself. I can't wait to run my hands over your toned body again. A chuckle escaped his lips. I will pound into you so hard this time you will bleed. And my name will be on your lips as I end your life with my hands wrapped around your throat! Just imaging what he was thinking in his mind gave him such a rush it was unbelievable. He forgot where he was as he edged his hand to the waistband of his pants wanting to pleasure himself as he pictured the agent's body squirming beneath him. Then he heard laughter coming from somewhere behind him and remembered where he was, and put his hand back on the table near the coffee cup.
As the day went on, Foyet met other patients for whom he would be responsible. But all he could think about was the FBI agent in his care. All he wanted was to return to Hotch and have at the agent again and again until he was completely sated. But he knew once he was with the agent, he would never be completely sated. He would penetrate the man over and over until he himself dropped from exhaustion, and the agent's insides had been ripped from his body.
Back at the Nurses' station again, he saw and took a moment to talk with Rosalind again. She was behind the counter handling paperwork. He wanted her to be at ease around him so when he pounced, she would be caught completely off guard and unaware.
As he leaned forward against the counter, he smiled at the blonde who looked at him shyly. Even at her age, she found Foyet attractive. But before she could engage in conversation with him, the telephone rang. With a sigh, she grabbed the receiver and put it to her ear.
"Nurses' station…" she began politely. "Yes, Doctor Thomas…"
Foyet watched her as she spoke when a movement down the hall caught the corner of his eye. Looking around, he saw an older man approaching Hotchner's room and enter without knocking. Moments later, he noticed two agents leave the room and join the other two agents who were standing outside the room.
A grin appeared on Hotch's face watching the man sit down in the chair beside his bed. He was holding a sheet of paper in his hand.
"Dave."
Rossi smirked as he lay the paper on the edge of the bed, leaned forward with hands clasped and dangling between his knees. "Aaron, how are you since we spoke earlier? You okay?"
Hotch grabbed the remote and elevated the head of the bed into a sitting position. He let out a deep breath.
"As well as can be expected, I suppose. I spoke with Jack about Alana staying with us."
"How'd he take it?"
"He said he would be glad to share me and his aunt with Alana as right now she doesn't have anybody." His grin grew wider.
Rossi chuckled. "Smart and generous kid," he said. "Just like his dad," he added. "You and Haley raised a great kid, Aaron."
"I agree. And I am so incredibly proud of him, Dave. I think he and Alana will get along very well."
"How did he take the news that she'll only be staying with you for a little while?"
"He seemed okay with it." Hotch noticed his friend's eyes. "What's wrong? And don't tell me nothing because I can see it in your eyes."
"There's something we need to discuss."
"What is it?"
"I told the team you wanted to meet with them here tomorrow afternoon. There was no problem with that. The problem came when I told Morgan I needed him to help me when I bring Wheaton here to meet with you and the prosecutor. He didn't take that news too well that you are tryin' to get Wheaton's charges reduced."
"I didn't think he would."
"And while we're on the subject, I need to ask you something, and don't lie to me because I'll know it." He sensed he had the younger man's undivided attention. "Have you really thought this out thoroughly? I mean, are you sure about getting Wheaton's charges reduced? Because it'll be you who has to live with that decision."
"I'm positive, Dave. I thought about nothing but that for several days, and it's the right thing to do. I mean, he saved my life. He did what he did under great duress. And he's done all he can to help us find Foyet. He shouldn't be punished for that."
The senior agent nodded his understanding. "I told the team to take their normal lunch hour but no more than an hour because we'll be leaving for the hospital afterward. And Emily's gonna get in touch with JJ and tell her so she can be here also. I figure we should be here about two p.m. Is that all right with you?"
Hotch nodded. "That'll be fine. The prosecuting attorney will be here shortly after visiting hours begin tomorrow morning about eleven a.m. That should give you, Morgan, and Darryl plenty of time to get here. Jessica will probably be here around the same time, but she'll wait outside until we're finished. Then she and I will visit Alana, and I can introduce them before Jess takes her home with her. Finally, I will meet with the team."
Rossi listened to everything his boss had to say. When he appeared finished, the older man sighed.
"You realize Wheaton will probably want to visit his daughter before he heads back to prison."
"I expect he will. In fact I'm sure of it. I'll let them see each other as there's no way of telling how long it will be before they see each other again." Hotch let out a deep breath. "Dave, has Garcia found anything on Foyet yet?"
"Not yet. But she says she'll keep at it even if it takes all night."
Hotch smiled. "Dave, I need you to do me a favor?"
"Sure. What do you need?"
"I think even you have to admit Garcia has gone above and beyond the call of duty since I was attacked."
"She has. What's on your mind?"
"I want you to send her two dozen long-stemmed red roses, and sign my name to the card. She deserves them."
Rossi smiled widely. "Kitten will love 'em, Aaron. I'll make sure she receives them tomorrow morning."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome," Rossi said with a grin that didn't reach his eyes either. It didn't escape Hotch's observant ones.
"There's something else on your mind, isn't there?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Tell me."
Rossi picked up the sheet of paper off the bed. "I've been looking at the updated list of names of the people permitted into your room. And there's one name I haven't seen before on here. Name of William Bayville. Ever hear of him?"
"Kind of…yeah. Doctor Correa came in a few hours ago and introduced him as the new male nurse who's replacing my regular one who's ill. He swore he was cleared."
"What do you say? You believe him?"
"Since Foyet's still on the loose, I'd like Garcia to check him out thoroughly. I want to know everything…right down to and including his shirt size."
Rossi reached into his pocket and removed his cell phone. He pressed the button for Garcia's number and pressed the phone to his ear.
"Office of Those Extremely Fortunate to reach me…" Garcia announced picking up on the second ring.
"Hey, kitten, it's Rossi. We need, as Morgan says, for you to work a little magic."
"What can I do you for, my Italian Heart Throb? And are you with my liege?"
"Yes, I'm with your liege," Rossi replied with a chuckle glancing at Hotch who rolled his eyes. "You want to speak with him?"
"Yes, sir. I mean no, sir. What I mean is, can you pass on a message for me?"
"Of course. I can't wait, but please keep it clean."
"Can you tell my liege to hurry and get better? He's sorely missed around here. Not that there's a problem with you as my Acting liege, sir. It's just that I miss those dimples of his. They're so cute."
"I'll be sure to tell him, Garcia."
"Yes, sir…I mean, no, sir. I mean, you can tell him but not the part where I said his dimples are cute. Please don't tell him that part, sir."
"I promise."
"Thank you, sir. Now, what can the All-Amazing Oracle do for you?"
Rossi chuckled. "I have a name for you to search. It's a new name that's been added to the list of those authorized to be in Hotch's room."
"Lay it on me."
"The name is William Bayville. Call me if you find anything."
"I will have an answer faster than a speeding bullet."
"Thanks, Garcia."
"Your welcome, sir. Garcia out."
After hanging up, Rossi made a second phone call to his favorite florist. He ordered two dozen long-stem red roses to be delivered first thing in the morning to one Penelope Garcia at the BAU. He then ended the call, and smiled at the younger man. "Done. And kitten says for you to hurry and get better because you're sorely missed." He purposely left out the part about Hotch's dimples looking cute as he had promised he would.
Hotch shook his head and chuckled. He was grateful every day for Penelope Garcia, and for her being on his team. He never wanted to think what they would do without her. He noticed Rossi's eyes were still sad.
"What else is going on, Dave?"
"Well, I've noticed as I'm sure you have, that the rumors being spread about you have died down considerably. Especially since Hemminger was arrested and several of his followers were suspended."
"Your point being?"
"My point being is that what are you gonna do should the rumors start again. How are you gonna handle it?"
Hotch smiled. "Easy," he said. "I'll use a left hook."
