The End and What Its Worth- Chapter 17

If Looks Could Kill

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Spencer Reid limped around the room, looking for anything. He had no choice; he would have to go through with Foyet's plan. If he didn't, he would kill Henry, and Reid would never forgive himself if he let that happen.

As Reid looked around the room, an idea came to him. He knew how he would get Foyet out of the country, and contact his team at the same time. Reid grabbed a pen and piece of paper, and started writing.........

George Foyet paced his long hallways. He had found the building one day out of pure luck. It was perfect for what he needed. He was just starting off as a serial killer, and he had two dead bodies in the trunk of his car. The cops were on his tail, and he needed to hide. Then, as he drove over the speed limit in a mad rush, he came across the building. Foyet could tell just by looking at its poor maintenance and empty parking lot that it was an abandoned building. He smiled, and pulled in to the parking lot. He hid his car behind the building, and watched as the police's cars drove right past him. Hiding in plain sight had been a great idea.

When the police were out of sight and out of hearing range, he started his car, and drove up closer to the door. He opened his trunk, and pulled out the dead bodies on y one. He kicked down the already caved in door, and threw them into the basement. He smiled to himself, knowing how lucky he had just gotten............

Now, as Foyet watched the skinny FBI agent scramble around the room, he wished it was as easy as it used to be. But now? It was more fun.

Foyet saw how Reid's hands kept shaking as he wrote something down on a piece of paper. Something wasn't right about the agent, but he wasn't sure what. He wasn't like the other FBI agents on the BAU. He was just a kid, for one thing. But there was something else; he seemed nervous. Not because of the situation he was in or what he saw on his job, another type of nervous. He had seen the behavior before, like when his dad was using. Foyet smiled to himself. It would explain his actions and reactions. Foyet assumed he had gotten hooked from his job. The kid was smart, and would'nt have done the drugs by himself. He would call one of his sources, and have them do some research. Maybe then he could have more leverage over the FBI, and more control over Reid himself........

"Damn it!" Morgan yelled as he slammed his fist against the wall.

"Morgan! Watch it; don't forget there's a child present.'' Garcia whispered. Morgan rolled his eyes, and apologized.

"Daddy, is Dr. Reid going to be okay?" Jack asked.

"Yes, of course he will." Hotch said, wanting to believe his own words. But as every minute passed, the more hope that Reid was still alive faded.

"Now, now, Hotch. Lying to your kids gets you no where." Foyet 'tsked'. "Dr. Reid is as good as.........." Foyet covered Jack's ears." "D-E-A-D." he whispered. Foyet walked towards Morgan now. "Don't worry, though. I am sure the guilt of being the reason Miss JJ's child goes on a little trip would leave him guilt-ridden for the erst of his life. It's better this way, trust me." Foyet said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Where is he?!" Morgan snarled.

"Am I hearing things, or did I not already answer this question? Why in the world would I tell you where he was? What would that accomplish? You're stuck in here, so you can't tell anyone. I certainly won't tell anyone besides you nice people in the BAU, and by the time I tell you and free you, Dr. Reid and I will be long gone." Foyet smiled.

"Go to-" Morgan started, but Foyet shushed him.

"Language, Agent Morgan!" he scolded. "And telling me what to do won't solve anything; this I a game, Derek. A deadly one in which I hold all the cards, and know all the answers. "

"And when does this game end? When you get what you want?" Rossi asked.

"Ah, David. I am not selfish. I am merely the host of the game." Foyet sighed.

"What does that mean?" Prentiss asked.

"It means the game ends when someone wins."

"Who's in the lead?" Garcia asked.

"Let me guess, you are." Hotch said coldly.

"Were you not listening to me, Aaron? I am the host, and the host NEVER wins the prize. I am not eligible to. And to answer the other question? I suppose you could say that we have a tie in our midst, and until that tie is broken, I am not saying a word on the grand prize. " Foyet answered.

"Our team profiled you to keep a scrapbook of your works. What will you call this game in your scrapbook?" JJ asked.

Foyet turned his head towards JJ, and smiled. "You know, I think that was my favorite question, Miss JJ. But are you sure you want me to answer that? I fear the title holds a big spoiler in it." Foyet asked with a smirk. When the team didn't answer him, he frowned. "Well, I expected more of a response from you. I am disappointed. Oh well, I can barely contain myself, so I will answer anyways." Foyet looked at each BAU member, and then at Jack. His eyes met Hotch's for the briefest of moments before he turned his attention to Morgan.

"It's called 'No One Wins.'" Morgan's eyes went cold as Garcia and JJ shared horrid looks. Foyet laughed as the team looked at each other for any sign that Foyet wasn't serious. "Oh man! If looks could kill!" he laughed.........

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