The End and What It's Worth- Chapter 19

The Friend

".........Alright, so I hope you guys like this story so far!And I think Foyets little friends official name is The Friend :) Pleaz R&R!"

Once Spencer Reid was dressed up in his proper disguise, Foyet's friend finally left. Reid found he was less comfortable with the friend who took just a bit too much interest in his appearance and his body than Foyet, who was a serial killer who liked to play games. He was glad to be ridden of the friend.

Before the friend left, he told Reid that he was going to take him to Foyet so they could finish the deal. "Here, I know you're injured, so I will help you walk." he said when he saw Reid was limping pretty severely. He wrapped his arm around Reid's small waist, and let his other hand linger on his back. Reid shivered as the man's hand rubbed his back. He didn't like being touched, especially not by the friend. When the friend's hand lingered just a little to low on his back, Reid felt himself starting to get desperate.

"Please don't touch me. I don't like it when people touch me." Reid said.

"Oh what? You don't like it when I do that?" the friend said as he lowered his hand again. "I know I'm enjoying it." he said with a small laugh.

"Haven't you learned not to touch my victims yet? Was shooting you not clear enough?" Foyet asked in the doorway. "I have a loaded gun, if you don't think you've learned your lesson." Reid didn't know he could have ever been this happy to see Foyet.

"I'll do this for free. I will give you all that money if you let me have him for a hour. Just one tiny, little hour, Foyet." the friend said ads he ran his fingers through Reid's hair. Foyet looked at Reid and how he shivered at his friend's touch. If he wanted to destroy Reid completely, he would have taken is friend up on the hour. But he wanted the boy fresh and ready for when he put his plan in motion.

"No, friend. I need him now." The friend nodded, and let him go.

"Damn shame. I bet he'd be a lot of fun." he mumbled.

"Good bye." Foyet said. With that, the friend left.

"Sorry about my friend, he just can't control himself. He does really have problems.

"I am going to change, you can start making your way to the main room. Go straight, turn left, and then you're there. I can trust you not to wander off or disappear, because if you do, you know what will happen to Miss JJ's little boy." Foyet reminded. "I hope to see you soon, Doctor." The that, Foyet left the room.

Reid got up from the chair he was sitting on, and started walking off. He gripped at the sides of the walls with his black nails as he tried to support himself. 'Damn it,' Reid muttered, 'This is not going to be fun......'

"DAMN IT!" Morgan yelled as he slammed his fist against the wall. "How the HELL are we going to help him?!"

"Daddy make him stop." Jack whined as he cuddled with his father.

"Morgan, stop. You're scaring Jack. I know you're upset and you want to find Reid, we all do." Hotch said.

"Come on Sugar, sit next to me." Garcia said. Morgan nodded, and st down next to Garcia.

"Sorry, sorry." he mumbled.

"Hey, its not you're fault Morgan. I know that you want your baby boy back, but there's a child here. We have to stay calm, if only for him." Garcia said.

"I know, I just hate sitting here and doing nothing." Morgan said. Just as Garcia was about to say something, the door opened again.......

When Foyet came back, he was wearing a fitted polo shirt and black slack pants. He had a black tie and wore wire-rimmed glasses. He looked completely different.

"I hope you're ready, Dr. Reid, if only for Henry's sake." he said as he buttoned up his sleeves.

"Don't worry, I've got it under control. Here." Reid said as he threw a pack of papers at Foyet. "This is all you'll need. You said France, right?"

"Yeah. Good job. Now let's go. Oh and here, you're limping too badly. I can't let anyone get suspicious of that limp." Foyet said as he threw a foldable cane at Reid.

"Thanks." Reid mumbled. "And I have papers saying that I'm disabled. Knee surgery went bad and they screwed it up more than they fixed it."

"Good idea." Foyet smiled. "It's a damn shame I have to kill you, because I could really use some help with another job, and you'd be perfect."

"No one's forcing you to kill me." Reid said.

"True, true. But where would that leave me? If I left room for discussion with all my deals, I'd get a bad name. Never living up to my word, and now I couldn't have that could I?" he said. "But still, once we leave the country, it's something to think about."

"We're going to take a black SUV. Fake license plate, of course. You're riding in the front with me; I don't want anyone to get suspicious when we're in the airport. I've got you a duffel bag with more make-up and stuff for later,too. I have some sources that are giving me a free room at a hotel. You're staying with me at ALL times. I know you're smart, and the deal was that you would be sure that Henry gets back to Miss JJ safely.

My friend has instructions to let your team go when we're safely out of the states. I fear that you may have to see my friend one last time. Your hair dye is coming out. And if he lays a damn hand on you, tell me. He's a sex addict, and I am sort of his sponsor. I have to control him before he's addiction gets too bad again." Foyet said.

"While you're with my friend, I will be giving Henry back to JJ. But don't think that you can go off now and misbehave. I have a bomb in that basement, and all your friends are dead this time. Got it?" Foyet asked.

"Yeah, I won't do it, I promise." Reid said.

"Good, now here he is now." With that, Foyet walked to the door. He grabbed his friend's shoulder, and pulled him close.

"Behave, Addicere." Foyet whispered.

'I will, Fortitudo." Foyet nodded, and left......

Reid had a plan. He needed Foyet's friend to contact his team for him, and he knew just how to get him to do it.

The friend touched up Reid's hair in less than five minutes. "There, that wasn't so bad. Your hair was just showing a bit in the back. You're fine now."

"Uh..........I think we can help each other out. You want to....uh......." Reid started.

"Have fun with you." the friend said with a smile.

"Yes, and I want to contact my team. Foyet doesn't have to know. I will let you play with me, and all you have to do it tell my team that we're going to France by the International Airport in West Southside." Reid said.

"You know I can't resist that offer. I promised Foyet that I wouldn't touch you." the friend said.

"So you agree?" Reid asked.

"Yes,yes. I will tell your friends that you're going to France by International Airport in West Southside. Now, please take off your shirt." the friend smiled excitedly. Reid nodded, and pulled off his shirt. "Now please keep going, and we don't have Foyet to say anything different......"

Reid didn't want to, but he didn't have a choice. If he didn't give him what he wanted. He'd be dead. If the team could get to him on time, he would have a chance. He knew that once he was up in the air, the team was safe from the bomb. The team wouldn't get to him on time at the airport, but they could contact the police. They could follow them,and have him before Foyet killed him.

"Brace yourself, because I am done being gentle......."Reid closed his eyes, and tried not to scream as the friend thrusted himself at him..........

".........No my poor Spencey!!!! I hope you guys liked it! :) It was sadly the only thing I could think of to get Reid to contact the team...... Oh, and the friend called Foyet strong in Latin, and Foyet called the friend addict in Latin. Its old talk to describe their relationship :) Pleaz R&R!"