A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for all the response to this story, it has been so wonderful! I really appreciate all the suport. This chapter will show the chapters preeceding the "100" and the first part of it. As I already told you, I've changed a lot of what happens on this episode. I really hope you like it. I'll post the other this weekend.

Chapter 9

Emily was curled up on her couch, eating ice-cream and watching a movie, trying to forget the last case. How could someone be so cruel? Even after all these years of working with the worst psychopaths she still have trouble to deal with some cases. Those three men, feeling so much pleasure by torturing and beating to death so many people and filming everything just to watch after and relive all the horror they caused was too much for her.

She heard the key on the lock of the door and turned to see Hotch storming into the apartment with a furious face. She uncurled and sat straight to ask what was wrong when he shoved his briefcase into the wall and punched it. With wide eyes she stood up and went towards him.

"What the hell happened, Hotch?"

He snarled and curled his fists trying to control his anger. "No now Prentiss. Just leave me alone"

Yeah right. "No way Hotch, you're throwing things and punching the wall of my apartment. What happened, why are you so angry?"

He took a deep breath before answer with a growl. "They're taking my job. They're making me step back. That son of a bitch managed to take the only thing I had left!" He finished, almost shouting.

"What are you talking about?"

"Strauss came to the office tonight. She said the FBI was starting to think that I was not long able to do my job as Unit Chief. So she say that I have to step down. I'm not longer the leader of the BAU."

"What?" She asked him. That fucking bitch! "This is not right! You can't leave the BAU. You are the BAU. How could they do this?"

"They just did." He said, his tone now defeated, sitting on the couch.

"And who they intend to put in your place?"

"I'm promoting internally. I'll talk to Morgan. If I do this they can't put someone new on the team and nobody is going to mess with us. If I leave it open we could risk changing all the team's dynamics and even getting someone transferred or cutting our budget."

"I understand. But you know you're going to have a big work to convince Morgan, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon Hotch. He's not going to like stepping at your place. It's just not right. We're all loyal to you. No one is going to like this."

He sighed. "I know. But it's for the best. And it's temporarily, just until we find Foyet."

"Yes, just until we find him." She looked at him with sad eyes while he sat at the couch, defeated. "How are you holding up?"

He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm… I don't know Emily. It's my job, my life. I lost my wife because of this. It's the only thing I have left. And now… now it's gone".

"I'm so sorry Hotch. I know how it is to only have your job in your life. At least you have Jack. He may not live with you anymore but you have someone to call, to make you feel better. I literally only have this job." She said with a pathetic laugh.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "And yet you were willing to resign for me".

She looked down, unable to hold the stare without let her feelings pass by. "I couldn't. It was just not fair to build my career based on the end of yours. I knew how much the BAU meant to you and I just couldn't."

"I never thank you for that, did I?"

"Don't worry. I don't regret of what I did, and if I have to, I'd do it again".

He looked at the woman in front of him and fought the urgent to kiss her. It was so difficult to find someone willing to understand the importance of this job on his life and here was a woman that already had sacrifice her own career for him once and was saying that would it again. Why life couldn't be a little easier? Why there have to be so many obstacles prohibitions between them? He couldn't risk their jobs and their relationship as friends and co-workers because of his feelings. Not to mention the implications on the team and the uncertainty of the reciprocity of those feelings.

Realizing that he was just staring at her he cleared his throat and looked down. "Thank you, that really means a lot".

She gave him a slight smile and stood up. "Are you hungry? I made some mac and cheese but didn't eat yet. Do you want some?"

"Sure. I'm just going to take a shower and change clothes". She nodded and went to the kitchen. He stood there for a little while, thinking about how much it would be good to be with someone like that woman. Not because she was perfect, far from it. But because she knew him, the best and the worst, and still was by his side. Sighing he got up and went to his room. I just hope someday I'll have the chance to know.

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"He is torturing him!" Arnold laughed at the desperate look at Hotch's face, while passing the pages of the book frantically. Suddenly he stopped, looking at a newspaper's piece with his picture and the Eye of the Providence drawn on red marker.

"Foyet."

Hotch grabbed his things and stormed out of the room without looking back. She ran after him, calling his name over and over but he didn't stop. It was like his mind had turned into blur, like he was a man on a mission, like Foyet had finally be able to take the last drop of sanity he had.

They got into the car and he dialed to Garcia. "House of Knowledge, Penelope Garcia speaking, how can I help you?"

"Garcia I need you to find how Karl Arnold got the messages from his admirer. I don't care what you have to do, track him down." He said sternly.

"But sir, we already tried this and it came to nothing".

"You have to find something Garcia. It was the Reaper. It wasn't the unsub, it had nothing to do with the case. It was Foyet"

They heard Garcia gasp. "Okay sir, I'll do the best I can".

"Call me if you find something".

He hung up and tightened the grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white and his breath was elaborate.

"Hotch, you have to calm down" She tried to resonate with him.

"I can't calm down Prentiss. He is toying with me. He's taunting me! I will not rest until we catch him. It's over, I'm done".

She sighed, knowing better than argument with him. She called JJ and once the cause was solved they agreed to meet at the BAU to debrief about Foyet's case. Forty-five minutes later they were gathered at the conference room going through the details of the case.

"Okay, let's get back a little. Since the beginning Foyet focused on Hotch. He called him direct to his room's phone to offer the deal, and then attacked that bus to taunt him about his choice to not agree with him. He broke into his house and challenged him, trying to make him fear for his life. Then he stabbed him the same way he stabbed himself, emphasizing that they would have the same marks, that they would be alike…"

In the middle of Morgan's speech something came up to Emily's mind. "That's it!" Everyone looked at her expectantly. "That's it! He has the same marks, the same scars. He was stabbed too! You take how many pills every night before sleep?" He asked looking at Hotch.

"Six. The doctors said that it is for the scar tissue."

"Exactly! The doctor said that you would have to take this right now and in a few months you would change to other ones, these ones you would have to take always because of the damage inside for the number of stabs. And you only had nine! He was stabbed forty-seven times! How many pills he have to take every single day because of it? And those pills are only released with prescription!"

"So, if we find out what medicines he has to take we could see in the registers who takes them and we could have his location…" Dave said, finally understanding her reasoning.

"You're brilliant." Hotch said looking at her. "Garcia, can you look what kind of meds he would have to take for this type of damage?"

"On it, sir!" After a few minutes she had a list of possible meds and their users.

"He wouldn't use his own name" Morgan pointed.

"He could have easily stolen someone else's identity."

"No, he's a narcissist. He would use someone connected to the case"

"A victim, a cop…"

"Nothing…"

"Wait guys, Foyet likes things that got meaning for him. The Eye of the Providence, the address wrote in blood on that bus that lead us back to him, maybe he has done the same thing to his name…" Reid said starting to write on the board.

"Like an anagram or something…" Everyone watched him play with the letters of his name, trying to find something useful.

"Anything?"

"Not yet…"

"Reid, he called himself The Reaper".

Finally, Reid managed to find the name. "Peter Rhea"

"There's a Peter Rhea in Arlington" Garcia said.

"We found him."

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But it was just too easy. Looking at Kassmeyer body covered on blood, with missing fingers and a broken leg and arm, Emily felt her heart arch. After find out that Foyet indeed knew Haley's location and had managed to convince her that Hotch was dead and change her cellphone she feared for the worst.

"Where is Hotch?" Morgan asked.

"He went with Kassmeyer in the ambulance to get more information." She answered.

"Okay, I'll go back to the BAU with the others to try to narrow where he could have taken her. You stay here and wait for the Marshals and try to find out if there is some way to locate her, some kind of tracker, I don't know, anything we can use."

"Fine, go ahead." She stayed at the front of Kassmeyer's house and tried to think of something, any possibility to where he could have taken Haley and Jack. She closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If Foyet killed Haley and Jack she knew that Hotch would never be able to get over it. It would be the end. That bastard had finally played the final card. The more painful one. The grand finale. Suddenly, everything clicked. He would take the final act to where would be more painful for Hotch. His own house.

Taking her cellphone she dialed 3 and called Morgan, while get in the SUV. She knew that no matter what it takes, she would do anything to prevent the worse to happen.

A/N: Soo!? What do you guys think it will happen? Let a review, please! I apologize for the grammars errors.