The End and What Its Worth- Chapter 23

Cons and Pros

"............No, I havent forgotten about you nice peeps. :) I LOVE YOU ALL!!! Pleaz R&R!"

"What wonderful event lead you to Foyet's company?" Tassen asked as he fooled with a few band-aid packs.

''We had a case. What lead you to his wonderful presence?" Reid asked.

"Good to know we both think highly of him." he mumbled. "Wait- what case? Who's us?" Tassen asked.

"I work, er, worked for the BAU, a unit of the FBI. My team was working a case where Foyet was the UnSub." Reid explained.

"Unknown Subject, I remember that term." Tassen said, nodding his head.

"What do you remember it from?" Reid asked as Tassen got his gauze out.

"When I was younger, I attended a few FBI training courses. Nothing much came of it, though. Instead of becoming a cop, I became an UnSub." Tassen smirked. "Funny how it all works out in the end. A basic con-artist working alongside an FBI agent."

"Is that how you met Foyet?'' Reid asked. Tassen nodded.

"Yeah, that's how we meant." he mumbled as he cut the gauze. "So, did your team catch George? You know, on your case. " hr added quickly.

"For a whole hour, yeah." Reid said. He winced as Tassen cleaned Reid's wound carefully.

"Relax; I'm a doctor." Tassen murmured distractedly. "Okay, when I said relax? I meant stop moving." he said, sounding annoyed.

"Sorry." Reid muttered under his breath. "Didn't expect it to hurt that bad."

"That doesn't sound go." the doctor responded. "It's not suppose to hurt that bad. Here, prop it up on......uh......How about that sink?" Reid nodded, and with Tassen's help, he got his leg onto the sink. As Tassen tried to find what was the matter with Reid's leg, a silence etched the air. Reid decided that if he was going to learn more about Tassen, now would be his chance.

"You said that were were a con artist and a doctor. Which one is it really? Or is It really both?" Reid asked.

"Uh......I did in fact go to med school, and I was hired as a doctor, but it was only a cover. Foyet and I were in an African village. We were on a sort of case, I suppose. He told the group leader that I was a great doctor from far away seas. That son of a bitch was always a damn good story teller- and he always knew exactly what to say and who to say it to. Once we got in, he had me take care of a few cuts and bruises, a case or two of the flu, you know, pretty routine stuff. But at nights, he would have me, you know, do my specialty stuff. " Tassen smirked. "Being a doctor was always my job; being a con artist? That was just my pastime. I never counted it as work, despite that fact that the con artist job paid more, because I was always just too fun and too easy. Damn, I miss those days."

"Things changed?" Reid questioned. Tassen gave Reid a quick look before answering.

"This damn economy has everyone on edge. Flying on airplanes, taking trains, getting bus tickets in foreign countries, riding boats, everything! They're all monitored now! Ever since the change, Foyet and I have been kept grounded. It finally got to the point where a few con artists started putting phony travel businesses together. And it worked; hell, it's still working! But it'll never be the same. Sooner or later someone's gonna catch them, and then all hell's gonna break loose." Tassen explained, dropping an accent all of a sudden.

"Are you from Scotland" Reid asked, eyebrows raising.

"Ah, yes I am. It takes me a minute to get rid of the accent when I'm talking to his clients or trying to keep cover, but even the best of us slip every now and then." Tassen explained.

"We're about done with your leg. You can let go now. I've still no idea what else could be wrong with it, but once we land, I will hopefully be allowed. I don't think we will have time, though." Tassen added.

"Alright, thanks." Reid mumbled.

"Alright, let's go now." Reid nodded, and let Tassen lead him out of the bathroom.

"We land in 5. I suggest you get ready." Tassen whispered as he walked Reid back. "Get ready for hell, kid." With that, he gently pushed Reid into his seat and kept walking.

"What did he say?" Foyet asked.

"He believes there's something wrong with it, but he would need to take a closer look. " Reid mumbled. Foyet just nodded. "He also said we're landing soon."

"When we land, we're going to go straight to the rental shop, well, set-up rental shop. Tassen's bookie friend is running the place, so he'll help us out." Foyet explained. Suddenly, Reid let out a low laugh. "What?" Foyet asked.

"It's just something someone told me once; an UnSub can be as clever as he wants, but he will never be as successful as he thinks he is if he doesn't trust someone enough to help them. I suppose he was right after all." Reid explained. Foyet smirked, and glanced over at Reid.

"Gideon was always clever, wasn't he?" Foyet said. Reid just nodded his head. "We're landing soon; you should start getting your things together, Josef." he added as a man walked by.

"Yes dad." Reid said as he rolled his eyes. Foyet smiled at that; he was glad that Reid was still playing along.

"Flight 52 will be landing now." a voice said over the speakers. With that, everyone gathered around the aisles-trying to force themselves out of the plane.

"I hope you're ready, Dr. Reid, because the real fun starts now." Foyet whispered as he walked off he steps of the airplane. "As soon as we get out of this airport, this whole charade is over." Reid nodded his head in understandment.

Foyet and Reid walked through the airport security without a problem. They were only about 50 miles away from their final destination now, and Foyet had decided to take a rental car the rest of the way.

"Once we get the rental, Tassen will check us into his hotel. Then, we can start finalizing the deal." Foyet said. Reid gulped; he had a bad feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong....

"...........NOW the fun part begins!! hehehe.......Pleaz R&R!"