The End and What Its Worth- Chapter 22

Flight 52

".............In case yo havent noticed, my IM storys been put on the back burner. Im going to get my story FR started up and try to put in some updates of IM and Drabbles in between. Hopfeully, that slash story will be up soon, too (see FR prolgue for details or PM me :) Pleaz R&R and Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Id be nowhere w/o u guys!!!"

Foyet looked over at Spencer Reid periodically throughout the flight. He had fallen back to sleep.

Something wasn't right; he didn't know what had happened between Reid and his friend, but he had a feeling that something had in fact happened. He needed Reid sharp, and if he was distracted throughout the trip, he might slip and their cover might be blown. Foyet really didn't like killing babies- or even children- but he would do what was necessary to get his job done and over with. With America's BAU team, the British Intelligence Agency, the Chinese government, and god knew who else on his ass, he couldn't make any mistakes. One slip, one lingering look, one second too late to answer, and he was a dead man. He couldn't afford to have that- not again anyways.

"Excuse me sir, but would you like some peanuts?" a flight attendant asked. Foyet offered the lady his best genuine smile and nodded his head.

"Sure, I would love some peanuts." he answered. The lady smiled back, and gave him a pack of peanuts. Foyet took the bag of peanuts and opened them. He looked back at Reid, and he could see the gentle shaking of his hands. 'Damn it. He's having another nightmare.'Foyet thought.

"Hey Josef, wake up. Have some peanuts." he whispered. Reid woke up with a jump, but once he saw Foyet he visibly relaxed. 'Just a dream.' he thought to himself.

"Thanks Allen." he mumbled as he took a peanut. Foyet just nodded his head and held the bag up to Reid.

"Hey I will be right back- I'm just going to step into the bathroom." Reid said. Foyet nodded. But when he got up, Foyet put his hand on his arm. "Hey, are you wearing make-up?" he whispered.

"Yeah, your friend said you told him to put it on; you know, the disguise." Reid whispered.

"No,no. It's like blush. He told me he only used blush to hide scars and bruises. Did he touch you?" Foyet asked sternly.

"No! I would never let him! And if he had, I would've told you." Reid reassured.

"Then why are you wearing it?" he asked.

"He said it would help make the make-up stay on." Reid lied. Foyet just nodded, unconvinced.

"While you're in the bathroom, think of a better excuse." he said. Reid didn't respond- he just walked away.

When Reid closed the door to the small bathroom, he pulled out the make-up from his pocket. He looked himself over in the mirror, and sighed. He looked like hell; no wonder why Foyet had not believed him. He took the blush to his cheeks and carefully applied it. Once Reid was satisfied, he flushed the toilet and washed his hands of the make-up. He opened the door and took his seat next to Foyet once more. Reid slouched down in his seat and closed his eyes. He was still exhausted.

"Better now?" Foyet asked. Reid nodded- never once opening his eyes.

"I don't know if you should sleep right now. I don't want you having another nightmare and cause a scene." Foyet mumbled, barely audibly.

"Yeah, that would probably be best." Reid said tiredly.

"Here, have something to drink; it will help you stay awake." Foyet handed Reid a cup of water, and he gratefully drank it. "There's only a few hours left until we land. Do you think you could manage to stay awake? Foyet asked. Reid nodded in between small sips of water.

"It would help if I something to read." Reid admitted.

"When we land, we get get some books or something that you can use for the next plane trip. It's gonna be a lot shorter- only 2 hours- but it will be more efficient than renting a car. We can't take any chances of being found because we rented a damn car." Foyet quickly explained.

"Sounds like a good plan." Reid agreed, trying his best to stay conscious. Sleep was becoming more and more welcoming by the minute.

Suddenly, Foyet pulled the back of Reid's hair. "Hey!" Reid shouted. "Why did you do that?"

"You were falling to sleep. I can't have that." Foyet simply said. "And if you want to argue with me, I should remind you that you're lying to me."

"What?" Reid asked, incredulously. What did I lie to you about?"

"You're not telling me what your nightmares are really about. And my friend did do something to you, but you won't admit to what he did, which only makes me more suspicious. May I remind you that there's a bomb in the basement of the BAU, and all your little friends are just sitting ducks. You may want to reconsider your tone."

Foyet stopped talking when someone walked by. Now was a chance to plant the seed of their charade. "Now remember to be nice to your mother, Josef." Foyet said strictly.

"Yes, Allen." Reid said with a roll of his eyes.

"Hey! I am your father and you will in fact call me father!" he stormed angrily.

"I'm just never going to be good enough for you, am I? I'm sorry that my precious little stepsister is so much better than me." Reid yelled back.

"Josef, we're going away because your grades are slipping, you're hanging out with druggies, you're getting into trouble, and you don't have any respect for me! Now, maybe if you spent some time with your real mother, she can set you straight. Sarah and I both agreed this would be best. Since you don't like your stepmother, maybe your real mother can get through to you." Reid just looked away. Foyet brought his hand to Reid's shoulder.

"Hey, you know I love you, right?" he asked more gently. From the looks of their neighbors on the plane, their plan was working. There was no way they would suspect them now. When Reid didn't answer his question again, he started talking more. "You do know, don't you?" Reid turned around to his 'father' with tears in his eyes and a hurt expression on his face.

"Then why do you tell me that you hate me EVERY damned day?" he choked out. Now, Reid found that he was only half acting. The words Foyet were speaking reminded him of a conversation he had had with his own father before he left Vegas.

"Excuse me sir, but do you want me to escort your son to the bathroom? I think you could both use some time to think about some things........" a timid flight attendant asked. He looked to be about 32, and he had short black hair.

"Yeah, thank you." Foyet answered with a nod. With that, Reid and the flight attendant went to the bathroom.

"Do you.............?" Reid started.

"Yes I know that you're name is Dr. Spencer Reid and you're with Foyet. I'm a medical doctor, er, was a medical doctor. I was in the British army when Foyet found me. He made my old identity die so I could start over new. My new name's Greg Tasson and I'm going to take a look at those wounds- specially your leg. Foyet told me what had happened. Keep in mind I'm only here to help you." he murmured. Reid just nodded, and let Greg shut the door behind him..........

".............Foyet really gets around, doesnt he? :) So a bit of a filler, but it was necessary to move on in the story. Pleaz R&R!"