The End and What Its Worth- Chapter 17

The Grand Finale

".............and now to find out what is in the book :)

just a quick note: the beginning of this takes place when the teams profiling foyet in the last chap. :) and then later its back to the second half. I hope that wasnt confusing

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Foyet smiled as he opened the door to see the BAU team looking up at him.

"Good morning agents. How is young Jack, Agent Hotchner?" Foyet smiled.

"Where's Reid?" Morgan growled. "I swear if you-" Foyet cut him off, though.

"If what? I hurt you precious little Spencer? What? What are you doing to do in your current situation that will not only make me more tempted to beat the hell out of him and make you watch?" Foyet asked. Morgan glared back viciously- making Foyet smile. "I thought so." Foyet looked away from Morgan and started pacing around the room.

"Turns out I am almost done with my game. This is almost over, that I can promise. Now the big finale- the fun part!"

"Is this how you're getting out?" Hotch asked.

"Care to elaborate?" Foyet asked sarcastically.

"Your big escape plan. You know, running out of the country, making Foyet disappear off the face of the earth, and killing any witnesses?" Rossi answered. Foyet clapped, and laughed bitterly.

"Well done. You know, this is the problem with playing games with FBI agents. They're no fun! Always solving the case using their technical profiles. Well, I can guarantee you one thing. Some one very close to you is about to die. Now, it seems I have a few choices. Kill everyone in this room, kill Reid, kill Reid AND everyone in this room, or kill Henry. Now, the last choice seems unlikely. Reid knows what he has to do to keep his godson alive, and I have a feeling he'd rather die than have Henry die. "

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" JJ yelled.

"Don't worry, Miss JJ. If Dr. Reid has any senses, he won't let that happen. He KNOWS what he needs to do." Foyet smiled.

"What does he have to do?" Garcia asked.

"Well, I am shocked you have to ask that, Miss Garcia. I already answered that."

"You're going to kill him, aren't you? You're using Reid to get out of the country!" Prentiss exclaimed.

"Now, I thought we were past such subtleties." Foyet said in mock disbelief. "Now, I would like to indulge you even more, but it seems I am late for a very important date." With that, Foyet turned on his heel, and walked out of the BAU basement............

A Few Hours Later (2nd half of the last chap)

"Oh my god....." he whispered as he read the first page.

"You know what they say about curiosity, Doctor Reid." Foyet smiled. As Reid looked up from the book, he heard the sound of a gun click...........

Reid turned around and faced Foyet's face. "I see you found my journal. Like what you see?" Reid's eyes met the page one more time. He couldn't take any more of it, though. He let his shaky hands drop the book to the ground.

"Oh god........." Reid whispered, barely audibly. Foyet let his gun click again, and walked closer to Reid.

"That first blond would be my sister. I started with her. But, to answer your question, yeah, it started with my dad." Reid's lags gave out under him, and he fell to the ground.

"Now, my father was a drunk. A wife abuser, kid hating, angry drunk who believed everything could be solved by applying violence. Turns out, your profile was spot-on! After he finally killed my mother, he went on to us. My sister and me. Turns out, he liked us a lot less than he disliked mother-darling. After a few years, my older sister got sick of it. She called the cops. I, for whatever reason, ran away after that. There was no way in hell I was going to stay after that. And time after time on the street lead me to situations where I had to 'defend' myself to stay alive. Yeah, I killed some guys. Sure, I stole. And as time went by, I got really good at it. I was one of the smartest criminals on the street. And I made a living for myself, too. Built a life built on lies, stole cars every once in a while, travel from place-to-place, and ended up here.

"And as you can see in that picture, I kept my motivation. Before I left I took my dad's photos. I put them in that journal to remind myself why I do what I do. And when I started killing more efficiently and , so to say, often, I started with my sister. After that, I worked my way up.

"Now, the pages that follow are when I first started off. I used to stalk my victims, as you can see. When I was stalking you, I took LOADS of pictures, as you can see. And yeah, I was there when you were in 12th grade and tied naked on a goal post. But, I gathered you knew that by the look on your face when you fell to the ground. I took picture of that, too." Reid stared at the ground- speechless.

"I guess you could call that my photo album or scrapbook. What ever you chose, I don't give a damn. Just know the only reason I don't take this gun to your head is because I need to use you first before I can destroy you." Foyet unloaded is gun, and threw the bullets down.

Foyet knelled down closer to Reid on the ground. He yanked Reid by his hair until he was looking Reid in the eye. Foyet smiled satisfyingly at the fear in the younger man's eyes. He finally let go of Reid's long hair, and laughed. "My father used to run his fingers through my hair all the time. He said it helped him control himself from abusing me in public." Before Foyet stood up, and slapped Reid's cheek viciously- the force sending him to the floor again.

"But like my mother always said , I am not my father. You have less than 20 hours left to plan my grand finale." Foyet smiled, and left Reid alone.

When Foyet left, he rubbed his cheeks, and brushed away tears. He picked himself up, knowing he was in trouble.

'Damn it. Foyet's going through a psychotic break..........'

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