The End and What Its Worth- Chapter 24

Not-So Safe House

".....Aw! Thanks everyone who reviewed! And I never expected the story to last THIS long! Gosh, this has become one monster of a fic! But thanks for staying with me!"

Tassen called Reid and Foyet over to the renting counter once their car was available. He gave them a devilish smile as he passed over the keys to Foyet. "Have fun you two." he smirked. Foyet gave him his signature smile as he caught the keys.

"You know we will. Take care, Tassen." Foyet replied.

"As the same with you." With that Tassen nodded, and Foyet guided Reid to their rental. "Come on now; we've got business to attend to." Reid just nodded, keeping his mascaraed eyes low, refusing to make eye-contact with anyone. Once they were both safely in the car, Foyet whipped out his phone. "A deal's a deal.'" he said as he dialed the familiar number.....

The friend was mumbling to himself incoherently when the call came in. He let his long fingers fumble through his messy, torn coat pockets until he found his disposable cell phone. "H-hello?" he stuttered.

"We're clear for landing; you know what to do." As quickly as the call had started, it ended with a beep. The friend nodded to himself as he threw the phone away. He grabbed his bus ticket in a mad rush to get to his final destination in Foyet's latest game...

"My friend has been informed to let your team free. Henry- and every one else- is safe now." Foyet said briefly. "But don't think you can misbehave now; I still have my eyes on the Jareau household." Reid nodded his understatement. "Good.

"Now, if we're not at our final destination by 6 pm, we have to stop. There will be a sort of safe house up the road from an older bar. If we do in fact have to use the house, do not under any circumstances say a damn word to anyone. That place is filled with whores and druggies, and I don't want any of them giving word to one another on the streets that there are a couple of Americans in the safe house. If talking is necessary, let me do it. I can fake an accent more convincingly than you, and I know French." Foyet warned.

"Are we using cover names?" Reid asked.

"No; we're not giving them ANY names. Everyone there who has a name is a fake name, and everyone there knows that. The safe house isn't exactly the type of place where you would share you real name. No one there will try to hurt us, but no one there will try to make friends with us, either. You show up, you sleep, you go out on the streets and find a new place the next day unless you have prior arrangements to stay longer. That's how it works here." Reid tilted his head so he was facing the window. He still couldn't fight the feeling that something was about to happen.

For the next hour, they both stayed quiet. Reid thought to himself about his plan during that time. He was beginning to doubt it would ever work; Foyet was too smart to be fooled.

"You should try to get some sleep, Spencer. I know you will probably have nightmares, but better he in this car with ma than with a house filled with druggies and prostitutes." Foyet said.

"Right." Reid mumbled, noting the use of his first name. Foyet was calm, why he was calm was a mystery to him. Reluctantly, Reid turned over so he was facing the window and closed his eyes. As he laid down and got comfortable, he realized just how tired he was. Before he knew it, his eyes were fluttering shut again. And just before he had fallen to sleep, he could have sworn that he had felt a hand drift underneath the sleeve of his shirt....

As Foyet's younger friend fell to sleep, he slipped his hand into his bag. He took out the syringe he had had Tassen prepare for him and worked his way over to Reid's arm. He gently made his way up his arm before he finally let it create a small hole in Reid's skin- letting the liquid flow through Reid's veins. Foyet knew his friend needed sleep, and having nightmares wouldn't help him any. The liquid would only help knock the younger man out so the nightmares would subside- if only for a few hours.....

When Reid woke up, he felt dizzy and his vision was unclear. He blinked a few times, hoping he could see better. "Did........did you drug me?" Reid slurred.

"Yes, and you're welcome. You needed to fall to sleep before we got tot he safe house, and I knew the only way that would happen would be if you didn't have another nightmare. So I slipped you a little thing my friend found for me." Foyet shrugged. "It worked, didn't it?"

"Thanks?" Reid said, still a bit confused from the drugs as he sat up. He moaned a little when a bit of sunlight crept into his field of vision.

"Light sensitivity." Foyet explained as he kept driving. "It'll pass soon as it gets later into the night and as the drugs clear from your system."

"How far are we?" Reid asked.

"Another hour." Foyet answered quickly. Reid just nodded in response. "Just rest; take it easy until we get there."

"Yeah, I don't think I will have a hard time with that one." Reid smirked.

"Sarcasm really does suit you." Foyet smiled.

"So I've been told." Reid mumbled, half asleep. Foyet didn't stop him from nodding off; he knew that an hour of sleep couldn't hurt him. For the rest of the car ride, Foyet stayed silent as Reid slept through the snowfall....

"Reid, wake up." Foyet said as he shook Reid's shoulders. He immediately jolted awake. "Remember, don't say a damn word." Foyet whispered as they shut their car doors.

"Alright." Reid mumbled. As Foyet and Reid took their first steps into the safe house, Reid looked around the room. It was designed with smoke-stained walls, blood-stained carpets, and bodily fluid-stained bed sheets. Foyet was talking to a red-haired, hazy-eyed Frenchmen, but Reid couldn't understand a word they were speaking. He just kept his eyes down and let his hair fall in his face. After another minute, the Frenchmen went away. Foyet put a hand on Reid's shoulder and pulled him in front of him. "Stay close; I don't trust these people." he whispered in English. Reid just nodded.

Foyet led Reid into a small room with two twin beds. This room had a lamp, a desk with papers and old cigarettes in it, once-white walls, and a faded red carpet. "Lovely little place, isn't it?" Foyet smirked. Reid let out a low laugh. "Do you want to sleep?" Reid nodded. "Alright; I'm gonna stay up, but you can get some sleep."

"If you want to sleep, I could stay up..." Reid offered. But Foyet shook his head no. "Why?"

"I don't trust these people- especially with you here. I've seen what they've done to people like you and me. I can't have you being hurt." Reid was about to ask Foyet something, but he cut him off. "Were you about to ask what they did to them?" Reid nodded. Foyet had chose to tel Reid this way so he could bring up what his friend had happened between him and his friend. "The same thing my friend did to you." Reid kept his gaze down. "You don't think I don't know what went on? That I didn't notice you were wearing make-up? Now I don't know why you didn't tell me, but you should have. An addict has to be on a very strict leash. You should know that."

"I'm sorry." Reid whispered.

"Don't apologize to me. It's only a sign of weakness." Foyet replied as he tossed a bag at Reid. "Get ready for bed. There's a bathroom in our room, right next to that closet." Foyet said, pointing to a dusty closet. Reid nodded and obediently did so.

A few minutes, Reid emerged from the bathroom in a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of sweats. Foyet had been spraying down the beds when he had gotten out. "I don't want to even fathom the vile, inhuman things these people did on the beds." Foyet spat. "At least this makes the smell go away." Reid just nodded, understanding what Foyet had meant by that statement. "Here, try to get some sleep on it. I will wake you an hours before we leave so you can collect your things and get ready. Don't worry about being hurt; I'm not going to lay a hand on you, and I won't let anyone else either." Reid nodded and took a deep breath, hoping Foyet was right. "Sleep well." With that, Reid drifted off into sleep again...

"....Alright, so not exactly wat I had expected to write, but its good enough :) I hope everyone is satisfied with this! Pleaz R&R!"