Chapter 7: Family Reunion
JJ and Grace knocked on Bo Foyet's door. A rather chubby old man in a loud, Hawaiian shirt answered the door.
"Grace!" he exclaimed, running to hug the young girl, "I haven't seen you in a while!"
"Careful, Uncle Bo," Grace returned the hug, "don't wanna fall!" She laughed.
"You want a cup of coffee?" Bo asked.
"Sounds good, I need my caffeine!"
"And, what can I get for the young, blonde lady?"
"Just water will be fine," JJ answered.
JJ listened intently as Bo and Grace reminisced. They laughed and seemed to be having a good time.
"Bo, not in front of JJ!" Grace scolded, as Bo told the familiar story of how Grace peed in her pants at her first dance recital.
"What? It was funny!" Bo laughed.
"Let it go, I had eight gallons of punch that night. I was nervous!"
"Er...not to interrupt this conversation," JJ said, "but we actually have some business to take care of."
"Business? What kind?" Bo asked.
"I'm Agent Jareau with the FBI," JJ explained, "we have some questions for you."
"What happened?" Bo asked. He wasn't a profiler, but he knew this wasn't good. Being related to an FBI agent and the Boston Reaper, he could spot trouble a mile away.
"Someone has been replicating my father's crimes," Grace explained.
"Oh, not again," Bo put his head in his face.
"What is it, Uncle Bo?" Grace asked concerned.
"I saw the news," Bo said solemnly, "it was exactly how it was in 1998. My town's being plagued again. I'm afraid to leave my house now."
"The message 'for Grace,' was written at the crime scene," JJ explained.
"He's going after GRACE?" Bo all but yelled. Grace nodded.
"We think whoever is doing this has a vendetta against me. And it most likely has something to do with who my father is."
"God damn it!" Bo all but cried.
"Bo, Bo, I know it's tough," Grace comforted, "but can you think of anyone who's been giving you a hard time recently?" Bo shook his head.
"Can you think of anyone in your family who doesn't like Grace and has it out for her?" JJ asked.
"The only person I can think of is Grandma Ruby, but she's just a cantankerous bitch with too much time on her hands."
The girls nodded.
"What about Ben?" Grace asked.
"Ben's in the county jail right now. Got drunk at a bar last night and punched a guy's nose. He was in jail last week for mooning random people on the street."
Despite all this, Grace had to laugh. Typical Ben she thought.
"Have you received any strange letters or phone calls? Any of them threatening?" JJ asked.
"No..nothing like that," Bo answered, bewildered, "why? Does this son of a bitch have it for me too?"
"He could be targeting you to get to Grace. We're putting all the Foyets in protective custody," JJ explained.
"The fact that someone is out there targeting MY baby girl..." the normally bumbling uncle raged.
"Bo, we know this is a hard time," JJ said, "but we need to you to think: Has anyone in your family mentioned Aaron Hotchner?"
"Who's that?"
"My boss," Grace explained, "he received a threatening note in the mail, as did I. After George Foyet killed his wife, Agent Hotchner beat him to death with his bare hands."
"Wow," Bo breathed, "This other 'reaper' THREATNED you?!"
"Bo, Bo, take it easy."
"No, I WON'T take it easy. But, I've never heard of this 'Hotchner' fellow and no one has mentioned him. He must be a mighty good boss. He's obviously taught you very well."
"We'll keep you posted," Grace said.
"You stay safe Grace," Bo said as he cupped her face, "I don't want to read about you, too. And if this guy wants revenge on you...take care of her Agent Jareau and tell that to Agent Hotchner."
"I will," JJ reassured.
"You stay safe yourself, Bo," Grace choked out.
"We checked out the original victim's families," Rossi said, "everyone has solid alibies. Most are long gone or way too old anyway."
"We checked out Shaughnessy's family, too," Reid said, "most of them are too far and his wife has just passed away." Just then, Grace and JJ walked in.
"Any luck with your uncle Bo?" Hotch asked.
"Uncle Bo couldn't really tell me anything. Ben Foyet's cooling his heels in jail for getting drunk, but, nothing really sticks out. There's been no threatening e-mails, no phone calls. The only one who's really around is Grandma Ruby. I guess I should be glad."
"That means we can rule out your family," Hotch said.
"But we still don't have any leads," Grace pointed out. Just then, Grace's phone rang. Figuring it was her uncle, she answered it.
"Hello?" she asked
Heavy breathing was on the other end. A low, gravelly voice whispered, "If you stop hunting me, I stop hunting them. Take the deal. It's a good deal."