The End And What It's Worth- Chapter 6

Michigan Post

"...............Please R&R!"

Garcia woke up a few hours later. She blinked her eyes opened, and started looking around her. She was in an alley. It was dark, narrow, dirty, and obviously not Quantico. Washington, maybe, but not Virginia.

"Hey. Hey! Are you okay?" a man asked. Garcia blinked-trying to focus again. "Do I need to call an ambulance?" he asked. To be honest, she had no idea if she needed an ambulance. "That's it- I'm calling 911." he mumbled. Garcia struggled with consciousness as she tried to comprehend what was going on around her........

A few hours later, Hotch was starting to suffer from blood loss. He had a feeling his captor wasn't coming back, and decided to try and crawl. But as soon as he moved, a sudden jolt of pain ceased through his right shoulder and down his arm. "Damn it!" he yelled. Hotch looked around him-trying to distract himself. That's when he saw the sign- he now knew where he was.

The Basement of the BAU. The sign read, ' For Access of Erin Strauss and Team Leaders Only.' he banged his head against the floor. This room held extra supplies like pencils and paper- none of which the FBI or BAU used anymore. No one would be coming down any time soon......

It was Reid's first day back from the hospital. The team assembled around the round table- going over what they know.

"We know he's smart, and has easy access to us......somehow." Rossi mumbled.

'That's really all we know, Rossi. He poisoned me without my knowledge, so he knew where I would be." Reid added.

"I know. But there's gotta be something."

"Well, like we said before, he's most likely in a uniform or knows how to blend in. Maybe he's been in a situation like this before?" Morgan suggested.

Reid's eyes suddenly grew bigger, and he looked at Morgan.

"What is it, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked.

"A few months back, we had that case with an UnSub who called himself the Reaper. He made all those deals and contacted the press through the Michigan Post."

"You think this was Foyet?" JJ asked.

"It would make sense. These crimes are right up his alley." Prentiss added.

"And he told Hotch that he should've made the deal." JJ agreed.

"As soon as he got in jail, he broke out. No one's caught him yet." Rossi said.

"You guys, I think we found out UnSub............again." Reid concluded- with a bit of fear. He remembered what Foyet had done last time, and could even fathom what he would do now........

Morgan called Garcia, but there was no answer. He went down to her office, but she wasn't there. He decided to go back to the briefing room and ask JJ or Prentiss if they had seen her.

"No, sorry Morgan." Prentiss answered.

"Do you think............?" JJ asked.

"It sure seems like an option. He got to Reid and Hotch, why not Garcia?" Rossi asked.

"DAMN IT!" Morgan yelled. "We need to find this son of a bitch NOW!"

"Well, at least we know who we're looking for. It's just a matter of finding him now." Reid added.

"Morgan, Reid. Go check out the Michigan post again. Prentiss, JJ. Call the Boston police we worked with before. I'll call Hotch's old media sources from Boston. Meet back here in an hour." Rossi instructed. With that, the team split up............

Prentiss and JJ called the Boston Police, but with no luck. They didn't know anything. In fact, after the BAU had stepped in, they had given over the whole case to the FBI- documents, photos, evidence,everything. JJ and Prentiss thanked the police officer, and the quickly walked to Rossi's office.........

Rossi heard the same thing. It turns out, the whole city had agreed to forgive and forget. No one talked about the events of those murders ever again. Rossi hung up the phone, and silently swore to himself. "This is getting us nowhere." he mumbled.........

Morgan and Reid had other news, though. As they read the Michigan Post, they discovered that the writing styles, word choices, spelling, and grammar differed from the original poster. "Morgan, this sounds just like Foyet. " Reid said with fear. If Foyet had poisoned him and let him live, he knew that he was meant to die. Foyet had never let a victim live before.

"Please don't tell me you're thinking what I am." Morgan asked Reid-although he already knew he was. Reid confirmed it by nodding, and adding an unrecognized 'sorry' to Morgan. "Damn it , kid. Why is it always you?"

"Well, if it makes you feel better-which I hope it doesn't- he's targeting all of us, not just me." Morgan gave Reid a questioning look, so he explained further. "The post. It says that 'they will pay for what they did. All of them. I will not stop until they accept defeat- by which time one will already be dead."' Reid read.

"Are you trying to say that he'll kill one of us, and if we don't surrender, he'll keep killing?" Morgan asked. Reid nodded.

"Although I do find it kind of odd how blunt he is about it. Before, he was subtle, and it was more guess work. But this time, he just comes out and says it. " Reid studied the paper one more time, then looked at Morgan again.

"What is it,kid?" he asked- knowing that look one Reid's face. It was the same one he had every time he had just figured something out.

"Look at the corner." Reid instructed. "What do you see?" he asked. Morgan squinted in to the corner, and saw what Reid had found.

"It's today's date- with an hour on it. 11:23 PM. Does that mean what I think it mean?" Reid nodded.

"One of us is going to be dead in less than 5 hours if we don't work fast" Reid said.

Morgan and Reid stared at each other. They both knew that one day Foyet would squirm back into their lives. But now, their own lives were at risk, and if they didn't hurry, they all would be dead before they knew it..........

"............duh-duh-duuuuuuuuuuuuuh. Hehe sorry, but I will be making chaps shorter so I can update faster. Hope this didn't suck! Please R&R!"