The End and What Its Worth-Chapter
Both Sides Now
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"Jack, please don't run off, okay?" Haley Hotchner requested in a worried tone. She was terrified that she would turn around only to find that her son had ran off, part of the reason why she made him walk in from of her on the rare occasion they do go to the mall.
"Don't worry, Haley, he seems smart enough to know better." John smiled as he lead the family to his own apartment.
"Yeah, well I've seen enough case files lying around the house to know that all parents think that until it actually happens." Haley mumbled, ruining the man's playful spirit.
"I guess you're right." John sighed.
"Do you have children?"
"Me? No, not yet, anyways. I'd like to, but that would involve finding someone first. I haven't been in love with anyone since my girlfriend died of cancer in '08." Haley just nodded, now regretting bring up the subject. "We're almost there." he said, changing the topic.
"Good, I think my little guy's getting tired." Haley said with a smile.
"Well, he can sleep after a meal." John laughed. Haley smiled, glad that she had found such a perfect stranger...
"Thank you for your services." Foyet said as he escorted Reid out of the limo.
"My please, Foyet." Prozzie smiled back. "I hope our paths will cross again."
"Me too." With that, Prozzie drove away.
"I hope you're ready, Dr Reid, because this is where things start getting even more complicated." Foyet said as they walked through the streets of what Foyet had dubbed 'the ghetto part of London'. Reid was slightly behind Foyet due to his bad knee, but he managed to stay fairly close to the other man.
'As if my life depended on it...' Reid added in his thoughts.
"Is this where our new identities start?" Reid half asked, half guessed.
"Precisely; another, may I add less emotional, friend of mine can help us with this. And don't worry, he's not going to touch you."
"I wasn't worried until you said that." Reid mumbled. Foyet just smirked.
"How's your stomach?" Foyet asked, swiftly changing subjects.
"It's been better." Reid answered bluntly. Truth be told, it hurt. A lot. He wished Foyet had told him what was wrong when he first looked at his stomach, but at the same time he didn't think he really wanted to know. It could be anything, and if Foyet wasn't telling him what it was, he was keeping it from him for a reason. And since Reid now felt an irrational trust for Foyet, he was willing to think that he meant the est for him.
"Good." Foyet mumbled, knowing that Reid was lying. At the moment it didn't much matter, but he knew what would become of that stomach ache soon enough.
"Well hello there stranger." a friendly voice smirked from behind them. Foyet and Reid turned around-Foyet with a smile on his face.
"Julian; it's good to see you." Foyet greeted. A petite brunette with big red glasses,a sparkly brown v-lined dress,matching brown leggings, even sparkler brown pumps, and an oversized aqua-colored tote bag (Reid's first thought was that 'Julian' looked like Garcia).
"You must be Dr. Reid." she smiled. Reid gave her a small nod.
"We just need a small make-over. A change of clothes, really, but we couldn't go out and buy new clothes with half of London looking for us." Foyet explained.
"What's your over this time?" she asked.
"I'm his abusive, control-freak of a boyfriend and he's obviously the abused boyfriend."
"Easy enough. Come, come!" she beckoned as she started walking. As they were ushered by, Reid thought that she could have been a Garcia in another life....
A few hours later Foyet and Reid left the young woman's company. Foyet now wore a a baggy sweater, even baggier jeans, and a black hat. Reid wore Foyet's arm, long sleeves,and an average pair of dark-washed jeans.
A few hours after their encounter with Julian, Foyet had them back on the road, traveling to their final destination...
The hotel where Foyet was going to kill himself...
"Agent Kurk, are you and your team ready?" Hotch asked. Kurk nodded before summoning over his team.
"King;Wolf!" Before another second passed, a younger-looking man (not much older than Reid) with long black hair that covered about half of his hair jogged alongside a slightly older man with blond-brown scruffy hair on the top of his head and a very ex-military vibe. They were both very lean and had guns in their hands. After seeing then guns, he realized they were the snipers. He assumed the youngest one was Wolf, while the military-like one was King.
"Say hi to the BAU team." Kurk requested.
"Hello, sir. It's a pleasure meeting you." King said with an extended hand. Hotch shook it as he mentally noted the lack of accent on this man. He must have moved to London just recently, Hotch thought.
" 'Bonjour, sir; nice meeting your acquaintance." Wolf said with a mischievous grin. He was, with no doubt, a local.
"Pleasure meeting you all." Hotch greeted back.
"I'm going to keep my snipers here on separate ends of the city; there will always be a van in walking distance of them both in case someone needs back-up." Kurk explained.
"Sounds like a good plan." Morgan commented.
"Very organized, too. It'll assure that we'll cover most of the red-zoned areas, also." Prentiss agreed.
"Alright, everyone ready to go?" Kurk asked both teams. A series of nods and 'yeses' followed.
"Let's get started, then...."
Haley thanked John for the meal before heading out of the man's house. She also thanked him for pulling some strings to get her husband's hotel room information.
"Take care Haley, and call me if you run into any trouble." John said with a smile. Haley nodded and left the house.
Jack walked alongside Haley as they traveled through the street markets of London. She didn't know what she would find at her husband's hotel, but she knew that she had to find out....no matter what. Haley looked back down to see her son, but instead she frowned. He wasn't there.
"Jack?" she called out. Nothing. "Jack!" Still no answer. "JACK?!" She looked around frantically, but to no prevail. She still hadn't found him. She turned around again, but this time she saw a little boy with black hair start running in the opposite direction.
It was Jack.
She started running in the same direction as Jack, hoping she would catch up with him....
Reid swallowed hard as Foyet lead him to the top of the roof. They had finally reached the hotel, and it was time now. Foyet was ready to die. Reid glanced down the end of the roof, seeing a vaguely familiar little boy running by them. He shrugged it off, though. Instead, he helped Foyet arrange the final things- a gun sitting on the edge near Foyet, a wallet he had left so Reid could buy a plane ticket home, and other such things.
Reid lowered his head, ashamed of his newly-found feelings. His mind was racing, thinking about his stomach pains, his team, Henry, Jack, Foyet...everything and everyone. He didn't want to be where he was right now, but he knew he didn't have a choice. Instead, he braced himself for what was going to happen next.
If only he knew that things were not going to go according to plan....
".....Gee, I wonder who the little boy is? Hehehe.....Pleaz R&R! OH! And I wont be here next week. Gonna be outta town....."