The End and What It's Worth-Chapter 20
Ride
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"Damn it. Foyet's gonna kill me." the friend muttered once Reid and himself completed the first part of the deal. "I shouldn't have been so careless with you. Now look! You have scars and bruises everywhere!"
Reid silently moaned. He felt like crap. When the friend said he was not going to be gentle, he was not lying at all. Reid rubbed at his head in the spot where the friend has grabbed his hair roughly. A flashback of the greedy way his body had been violated flashed through his mind. He shook it off, and tried to hide his pain better.
"Come here." the friend ordered. "I'm going to put make-up on whatever I can." Reid sat back in the chair that he had when his hair was being fixed. The friend fussed over his face-trying to cover up that area first-where a bruise and two cuts laid on his cheeks. Once he seemed satisfied, he moved to his arm. Once that was done, he did Reid's neck. Reid gritted his teeth and tried his best not to make a sound as he covered up the painful bite marks at his neck.
"Wasn't that fun?" he whispered as he ran his hand through Reid's hair again. Reid resisted the urge to shake his head no. "Damn, I wish there was time to do it again, but we have to go now. Foyet's gonna be back soon. Take the make-up and reapply it when necessary. " he told Reid as he kept getting closer to him. He lightly kissed his neck, and ran his hand up Reid's thigh, slightly squeezing it. New flashbacks of what happened just minutes ago came to Reid. He shut his eyes tightly, and tried to ignore the friend's cold hands. Finally, he pulled back, and Reid opened his eyes.
"I heard the door open; he's back..........." the friend mumbled...
George Foyet smiled as he reentered the BAU basement-juggling baby Henry in his hands.
"Good news- your friend was in fact smart. So here is little Henry." Foyet said. JJ immediately jumped to her feet, and took her son from Foyet. "Have no worries, Miss JJ. Dr. Reid and I made sure that he was taken care of. "
"When will you let us go?" Prentiss asked.
"Assuming Dr. Reid does as he was told, a few more days. But that's only assuming. I've come to realize that Dr. Reid is a very unpredictable and clever man. His plan is quite brag-worthy. It's a damn shame that things have to turn out the way they will." Foyet hinted.
"And how would that be?" Rossi asked.
"Badly." With that, Foyet waved a good-bye, and left once again.
"I don't like the way that sounds." Morgan mumbled.
"Nether do I." Hotch ageed.
"Come here my chocolate muffin. Say hi to Henry." Garcia said after getting JJ's approval.
"He helps, doesn't he?" Garcia asked. Morgan just sighed, and looked away. For once, Garcia was wrong; the only thing that would calm him down now was knowing that his pretty boy would be okay.....
When Foyet came back, his friend was dismissed. "Looking good." he said with a wry smile. "You're cover is that you're my son and we're going to visit your mother who lives in France, where she works as a fashion designer. She owns her own shop there." Foyet said. "Good, look disinterested and pissed off at me. That's how sons are suppose to look. Now, let's go. Oh, but keep in mind that the basement's bombed, so no funny business." Reid nodded distantly, and started limping off with Foyet.....
As Foyet and Reid rode to the airport in the SUV, Foyet glanced over at Reid. He had been distant and seemed to be upset about something-well, besides the obvious. He was beginning to think that his friend had touched Reid, by the wasn't sure. The pressure or the lack of sleep because of his piercing nightmares may be causing it, too. Foyet had heard Reid screaming out at night. He had went to check on the younger man to see what was happening to cause the alarm. When he got to the room, Reid was hunched over on his make-shift bed- panting and shaking. Foyet left despite his curiosity, and silently left the room. Now, he was trying to gain Reid's trust, and the nightmares gave him a way in. He could use Reid as an apprentice of sorts, and he was beginning to wonder if he was really going to kill the kid.
"What was the nightmare about?" Foyet asked. Reid looked up from the window, and let his eyes meet Foyet.
"Excuse me?" Reid asked, still a bit shocked.
"You were screaming last night. I went to check on it, seeing if an enemy of mine had found you, and saw you panting and shaking on that bed of blankets. What was it about?" Foyet asked again.
''Uh.......I can't remember." Reid lied.
"Wow, that excuse? Really? You have an eidetic memory, and you were obviously frightened by it, so you must remember what it was about. If I cannot trust you to tell me what a mere dream was, how can I trust you to keep your word?" Foyet said- knowing he had him now. He knew Reid wouldn't let him think for a second that he couldn't trust him.
"I.....A few years a case went bad. I was drugged and tortured for two days." Reid said. His dream wasn't about Tobias, but he knew that Foyet would buy it.
"I'm assuming that it was about the case?"
"Yeah." Reid mumbled, shifting back to the window. Reid's eyes felt heavy as he stared outside. It had started snowing. His eyes watched carefully as he tried to stay awake. Unfortunately, he felt himself failing as his eyes drooped closed.......
Foyet looked to his right five minutes after they had stopped talking. His younger friend's body had relaxed. He had fallen to sleep. Foyet saw that his body was slightly shaking, either cold or frightened. He figured it was most likely both. He turned on the radio and let music play quietly as he drove in silence......
An hour or so later, Reid's fists clenched together. He whimpered in his sleep as his nightmare took its full effect......
".........Uh oh. That cant be good, especially since we all know that Spencey talks in his sleep........I hope this didnt disappoint! Pleaz R&R!"