Subject: CM Fiction Grade level: 6-8

Morgan took from the bartender the Whisky, suddenly he lost the mood, and he did not want to drink it anymore. He felt a sort of anxiety and frustration rising from the bottom of his heart, he just turned the cup around in his hands, on looking at the liquid in the cup, and he felt someone's watching.

A dark skin pretty girl in her thirties was sitting on the other side and observing him. When he looked her back, she returned his glance with a quite attractive smile. And then, she approached,

" Hi! I'm Patricia, you drink alone? Would you mind I joint you for a drink?"

In the normal days, Morgan would have the mood, but not tonight,

" Listen, Sweetheart, let me buy you a drink, but you just drink it alone, okay?"

" Wow, what's happened to you? You really have a bad mood, don't you?"

" Just, just please, leave me alone, okay?"

" Okay, okay, as you wish." The girl left quickly.

Morgan thought a cup would help him to calm down his nerve, but it seemed even the Whisky could not help much. He sighed; finally left that cup untouched, dropped the money on the bar, and went out of the bar. He was sitting in his car for a moment, and suddenly his cell rang.

Morgan picked up his cell, it's Hotch, '"what a hell? Call this time for what?" he thought, ' Yeah Hotch, What's up?"

"Agent Morgan," the familiar voice made Morgan frozen, he already recognized the evil voice, but he still asked "Who is it?"

" I found your credential, Agent Morgan, you should feel grateful, and I thought you wanted it back very badly last time when we met."

"Foyet? What do you?" he stopped, looked at his cell screen, Hotch's name on it, he felt his heart pumping.

" I found your credential and I just want to return it to its holder, you should appreciate, but I think it's better to leave it to your boss, he can hand it to you personally."

"What did you..." Morgan stopped," If you hurt him, you die."

"We all die soon or later, Agent Morgan, just, you can not predicate it, you can not control it, and sometimes you have to leave the control power of death or live to the others which are obviously stronger than you."

"You son of BCH, you are dead man walking."

" Calm down, Agent Morgan. If you want your boss can handle your credential to you alive, you'd better be hurry, because, from an expertise's point of view, I don't think he would be hanging there for too long." The cell phone switched off.

"Omnivore, pigs are omnivore, they eat everything, and everything I mean everything. " Reid heard himself talking. Then, he saw the dozen huge, dirty, ugly pigs, crowded, yelling, even their glance like evil look.

A shoe was dug out from the dirt by the pigs, and the blood on the shoe. Then, suddenly, the pig's face transformed into George Foyet's, the Reaper's face. "Omnivore, the reaper is an omnivore." Hotch's face and voice appeared, then Foyet smiled, with his own blood at his lips, looked like he was flattered, and the pigs yelled loudly as they also cheered up by this omnivore idea.

Reid suddenly woke up; he has fallen in sleep on the coach with the dress. His phone was ringing.

Rossi did not answer, Morgan tried Reid, finally Reid answered with obvious sleepy voice,

" Reid, the reaper, he's coming back, he's hunting Hotch, call the others, I will see you all at Hotch's place."

Foyet dropped the cell and the bloody knife on the unconscious agent's body. He looked around, a gift box beneath the television caught his eyes, a gift, interesting, for who?

Reid was driving, his super brilliant brain now was like projector, re-passed all the images of his dream one by one, the pigs, the omnivore theory, Foyet's face.

Is it the so called the 6 sense? He remembered he said to Hotch that he had a feeling the case could not be ended well. He thought it was his 6 senses for the pig farm crime, he never imagined the appearance of the Omnivore, and the Reaper had some link with this.

He accelerated, faster and faster, it was the first time in his life he drove so madly. His cell rang, he looked at his cell, and it was Rossi,

" Yeah, Rossi, the..." he suddenly realized that another car was in the same lane, just meters in front of his SUV, he turned to the right, the car only one inch closed, passed, he took a deep breath, swept, but a shock came from just behind, hit the right side of his SUV. He felt a sharp pain from his right leg.

A car waiting in dark on the corner, he was watching the dark skin Agent parked his SUV, rushed into the building, he smiled, thought the agent was quite efficient, and then he dialed ,

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I think I heard a gunshot, my neighbor is a FBI agent, I heard arguing in my neighbor's apartment, then there's a loud sound like a gunshot, I think you'd better to send the police offer to check out."

The door was half open, his gun in his hands, he tried to control his breath, but he could still hear his heavy breath and his heart batting. The room was dark, he slowly moved with the flash, he looked around the apartment, a blood trace from the dinning room to the bed room, he followed the blood trace, went to the bed room, Hotch, unconscious, lied on his back in his own blood pool, his right hand was holding Morgan's credential.

Morgan bent down, he touched Hotch's neck, tried to find a pulse, and he felt relief when he found a very weak one. "Hotch? Hotch?" No answer. Morgan heard the siren from far, and then, the door was kicked big open, "Police, drop your weapon!"

"Chaos, nothing would be better than adding some chaos after you gave your adversary a heavy attack, you add more frustration and you buy yourself more time. "

"That is a piece of work, I think Agent Hotch would agree. That's genius' work, and now enjoy it agents!" he admired from far the show he directed, smiled, taste the satisfaction. Then he turned his car and left.

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