A/N: This chapter was difficult to write as it involves incest between cousins. And I wanted it not to be too graphic. But it is necessary to show why the UnSub went after Hotch. Also because of this chapter, I need to change this story's rating to 'M'.

Chapter 43

He paced back and forth like a nervous bride groom on his wedding day, running a hand over his military-style haircut with its touch of gray. He was becoming impatient. Impatient to visit Aaron Hotchner one last time before the life disappeared from his eyes forever. He began to think it might have been a mistake to allow Agent Hemminger to get a bit of personal revenge by torturing the agent first. Perhaps the man was enjoying himself too much and might get carried away. That would never do, and would make him angry. He hoped Hemminger remembered that while torturing Hotchner.

To pull himself together, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his worn leather wallet. He opened it, and thumbed through its contents, removing a small faded photo with bent edges. A photo of an older man to whom he bore a slight resemblance who was now deceased. A smirk appeared on the man's face as he stared at the photo.

"I wish you were here, cousin," he addressed the photo. "You'd be so proud of me. You would have loved how Hotchner cried and whimpered like a baby while I slammed into 'im over and over until he bled." He chuckled. "And he really cried when I shoved the business end of a gun inside 'im and threatened to play Russian roulette with it while I had it up there. And the funny thing is I used his own gun. Ain't that a hot one, George?" He affectionately ran a hand over the face in the photo. "I miss you cousin. But I promised myself after you died I would get revenge on Hotchner for killing you, and that's what I'm gonna do. And you were right about 'im…." He sat down in a chair while continuing to stare at the photo. "I remember when you told me how after you had stabbed 'im you molested 'im. Well, I did more than that, cousin. I had me a real taste. And to be honest, it was sooooo good. I enjoyed how it felt being inside 'im. As good as when you and me was together in the old days."

(Flashback):

Nathan Foyet was young the first time it happened. He and his cousin, George Foyet, aka The Reaper, had wandered off into the woods outside Nathan's house. It had been awhile since Nathan had seen his cousin, so he was ecstatic when the older man came for a visit. But not to visit, but to hide out as the older man later explained once alone. In fact, George's appearance was because he needed a place to stay as he was being sought by police and FBI alike. Nathan suspected the FBI was involved as he had read something about an FBI agent named Aaron Hotchner being attacked in his own home…stabbed nine times he read. The same number of times George had been stabbed. When he asked George about it, the older man grinned a twisted grin.

"He refused to make a deal," he said with a strange look on his face. "So I taught 'im a lesson you might say. But he'll live." He chuckled at the thought now in his mind. "And every time he looks at himself in the mirror from now on, his scars will look just like mine." It was at this moment that Nathan realized his cousin and this Agent Hotchner had probably met in the past somewhere. George refused to discuss the details no matter how many times Nathan asked him. So he eventually stopped asking.

But Nathan wanted to understand more. He wanted to experience with George how he felt as he stabbed the agent. Always wanting to brag about his superiority over someone, George explained, in great detail, his dominance over Hotchner while in his apartment. But he hadn't merely stabbed him. No. George proceeded to tell him something that was never mentioned in any newspaper. While Hotchner lay bleeding profusely on the floor, he had unzipped the man's trousers, reached inside, and slid his hand inside the man's boxers. He then proceeded to fondle the barely conscious man's privates.

Nathan found himself becoming excited as he listened attentively. With his vivid imagination, he pictured Hotchner being helpless and at his cousin's mercy. And while that image tickled him to death, it wasn't what excited him the most.

What excited him the most was the sex part. He wanted to know what it was like to be sexually 'intimate' so to speak with Hotchner.

George ran his hands up and down his thighs. "Hotchner thinks he's a big man." He chuckled. "And in one way he is…if you get my meaning," he emphasized leaning toward his cousin. "It turned me on, y'know." He paused, and let a smirk appear. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Nate. Aaron Hotchner is one fine human specimen I wouldn't mind havin' a real go at again before I kill 'im. And I will, trust me. Right after I kill that pretty little wife and brat of his." He then put an arm around Nathan's shoulders, squeezing them seductively. "Now, how 'bout you and me get it on out here. I'm kinda horny right now and don't see no girls around here anywhere. So how 'bout it, kid?" He stared at Nathan who saw the lust and want in George's eyes. And it wasn't the first time he had seen that look in George's eyes.

Besides being thrilled and awed by his cousin's exploits as 'The Reaper,' Nathan was also learning a lot about sex from George. He was often told, rather graphically, the things George did with and to girls when he got his hands on them. Nathan's manhood always reacted as he took it all in, and that reaction didn't go unnoticed by George. Nathan couldn't wait to do the things George had told him about with a girl.

But Nathan knew a secret about George that nobody else did. A secret he would take to the grave. When he couldn't get his hands on a young girl, George liked to get it on with guys. Sometimes Nathan even served as a substitute for a girl whenever George needed to satisfy his sexual urges. George had sought sexual satisfaction from Nate every time they got together, and this time was no different. George needed satisfaction often, more so especially after that agent's attack. As he stared into George's eyes, he slowly unbuttoned his own shirt while George unbuckled Nate's belt and pulled down the zipper.

Soon the cousins were one, connected like two animals in heat, while Nathan lay bent over a fallen log. George grunted and sweated as he thrust in and out of Nathan's backside. Along with the thrusts, George alternated between pumping Nathan's manhood, and massaging the younger man's balls.

Nathan grunted and moaned with a pleasurable high the likes of which he had never experienced with anybody else. He found he loved how George completely dominated him. The sex was rough and brutal. And if he was honest with himself, he enjoyed himself and didn't want the sex to end. He pushed back and met every thrust of George's forcing the older man deeper inside him. Soon, an orgasm of epic proportion began building in the pit of his stomach. Little did both of them realize these trysts would soon come to an end for both of them.

(End of Flashback)

But that had been a while ago. Soon after Foyet had left his cousin's house. And since he left, Nathan hadn't heard from or seen his cousin. The only time he found out what George had been up to, was when he read about the current 'exploits' of the infamous Reaper after a ten year hiatus. He was proud his cousin had thus far escaped capture by law enforcement.

But it all came crashing down on Nathan one day. The headline of a local newspaper days later read: 'SERIAL KILLER KILLED BY FEDERAL AGENT IN EX-WIFE'S HOME.' When he read the story, his anger grew in spades as the agent who killed his cousin was none other than one Aaron Hotchner of the FBI. He crushed the newspaper between his hands and ground his lower jaw. Agent Aaron Hotchner! The man who ruined his life! He would make Hotchner pay for taking away his only family. But how?

Then, a slow twisted smile appeared. He remembered George's description of Hotchner and how enjoyable what he did to Hotchner was. And he recalled the memories of his cousin roughly groping him and roughly thrusting into him. His smile widened at those memories. When it came down to it, he himself was what he guessed Hotchner would label a sociopath. But he didn't really care. After all, people like Hotchner didn't know everything. All he did know was that he had had a taste of what his late cousin enjoyed, and he wanted more this time.

Getting access to Hotchner again would prove difficult, but not impossible. After all, he was the Rohypnol rapist. He had planned to get access again down to the last detail. And as far as he knew, Doctor Caswell was suspected by the BAU of being involved according to Hemminger, but there was no proof of anything. Unless that fool, of course, did something stupid to draw attention to himself. Then there was that idiot, Wheaton, who got himself arrested. But as long as he had the man's daughter he'd keep his mouth shut. And just to remind the man of what he risked if he talked, he left the babysitter's body where it could be found.

But more than anything, he needed to keep his eye on the prize. Wasn't that what Cousin George always did? Keep his eye on the prize?

Aaron Hotchner was the prize. And when the big moment came, he had something in mind to make Hotchner comply without an argument of any kind. And then he would let the agent be found dead in his hospital bed…he didn't care by whom. And nothing, or no one, was going to stop him.

Nathan came out of his reverie and again stared at the photo. "You were right, Cousin George. Hotchner's got a great body, and I enjoyed knockin' 'im off that high horse of his. I especially enjoyed the way he moved beneath me. And he does give credence to the meaning 'Big FBI Agent' if you get my drift." He laughed maniacally then became somber. "You'll be real pleased to know I will have 'im again real soon. But this time…this time I'll end 'im. I'm gonna make sure he pays for killin' you. He had no right to do that. I will avenge you, cousin. You'll see." He sighed tiredly. "I just hope I have the patience you did."

Rossi and JJ met as both were returning to the Plexiglas doors of the BAU at the same time. Ever the gentleman, Rossi held open the door for the blonde, bowed, and with a sweep of his hand, gestured for her to enter first. With a smile and a nod, JJ walked in followed by the Senior agent.

"Anything?" he asked as they walked in the direction of the steps leading to the catwalk.

JJ shook her head. "Just as you suspected. No prints on the box, the letter, or the envelope."

"And the hair?"

"Nothing yet. What now?" the blonde asked as they walked up the steps to the catwalk.

Rossi checked his watch. "Well, depending on how Morgan's making out in Detroit, he should be back in a couple of hours. And Emily and Reid should be bringing in Doctor Caswell for more questioning before long."

JJ looked at the older man as she followed him into his office. "But we don't have anything on Caswell other than suspicion." She sat on the leather sofa against the wall and faced Rossi's desk. She waited until the older man sat in the plush chair behind his desk. "Unfortunately, cheating on your wife with a girlfriend, and living above your means aren't crimes."

"No they're not," Rossi agreed as he leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands across his abdomen. He turned his head toward the blonde. "But making periodic large cash deposits when one is stretched thin financially at least makes Caswell a person of interest. How is he affording those deposits, JJ? Where is he getting the money? Garcia looked into his background and he's stretched so thin he'd qualify for bankruptcy. There's no way he can afford to make those deposits with all his financial obligations, and keep his girlfriend happy at the same time. My guess? He's being paid under the table for something."

JJ considered Rossi's words. "And you think what he's being paid extra for has something to do with Hotch?"

"I have no doubts whatsoever. I embarrassed him when I called him out when he let slip to Aaron about the Rohypnol when Hotch was not ready emotionally to handle the news. Even though he deserved it in my book. I'm guessing he didn't like it when I threatened to report 'im to his superior if he didn't withdraw as Aaron's doctor."

"Would you have?"

"Would I have what?"

"Reported him."

"Damn right I would have." He paused and sighed. "Aaron wasn't emotionally ready and able to handle anything after what was done to him. Especially when he wasn't aware exactly what was done to him. And for the doctor to tell him he had been given a date rape drug at that time was totally unacceptable in my opinion. When Hotch was told the news, he lost it completely. After that, I didn't want him anywhere near Aaron."

"So that's what makes you think he decided to get even?"

"I can't put my finger on what it was exactly, JJ. But he gave off bad vibes." Rossi let out a deep breath, and let both arms now rest on the arms of the chair. "Even now I still can't say exactly what it was. But the more I learn about Caswell tells me my bad feeling about 'im was correct."

"Then there has to be something somewhere on Caswell, Rossi. Something we're missing. Something that proves he's helping the Rohypnol rapist. And whatever that something is, we'd better find it soon."

Just then Rossi's cell phone rang. He reached inside his jacket, pulled out the phone, and checked the caller ID.

"It's Reid," he remarked as he pressed a button and put the phone to his ear. "Reid, where are you? Better yet, where have you been? You and Emily are sup…" He paused and listened. "You what?" He straightened up in the chair and put both feet on the floor. This action caught JJ's attention, and she sat up straight, waiting impatiently.

"Is everybody all right? And how 'bout Jack and Jessica?" Rossi closed his eyes briefly and let out a deep breath. "Thank God. Good work Spencer. Has he admitted anything? Okay. How soon before you get here? Good. We'll see you then. And again, good work, kid." He put the phone back inside his jacket. A smirk crossed his face, then he looked at JJ.

"Looks like we may have caught a break after all," he said with a small smile.

"I sensed that. What did Spence say?"

"You're not gonna believe this, but our resident genius and Detective Moeller arrested Jason Hemminger outside Jessica Brooks' house."

JJ's blue eyes widened in surprise. "He what?" she asked. "What was Hemminger doing outside Jessica's house? And what about Jack and Jess? Are they all right?"

Rossi ran both hands up and down his thighs and smiled. "Both are fine. And from what little Reid told me, seems our friend Jason was spying on Aaron's son and ex-sister-in-law. He didn't say why, but they should be bringing 'im in soon."

JJ chuckled and shook her head in amazement. "Y'know, Spence never ceases to amaze me."

"I agree," Rossi agreed. "That's what makes him so good at his job.

"And how is Spence bringing in Jason Hemminger a break for us and for Hotch?" JJ asked.

"We have to hope that our Hemminger met with the rapist in person to get permission to torture Aaron from him. An arrangement like that is not one you can reach over the telephone." He started to rise from his chair.

JJ got to her feet also. Something was bothering her. "Rossi, you never told Reid to go to the Brooks house did you?"

"No. But knowing Reid as I do, I believe he had a good reason which I'm sure he'll tell us when he gets here." He and JJ left his office, and started down the stairs of the catwalk. They were met by Emily Prentiss who had just walked into the BAU. As they approached her, Prentiss noticed they seemed to be in a hurry.

"Rossi, I can't find Reid anywhere, and we're supposed to head to the hospital this afternoon." She tossed a strand of dark hair over her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it," Rossi replied. "You still have time when Reid returns."

Prentiss was confused. "Returns? What do you mean when he returns? Where'd he go? What's going on, Rossi?" She let her eyes shift between the two agents.

"Reid's bringing in Agent Hemminger shortly," JJ explained as the three agents met in the middle of the floor. Emily's eyes widened, and her mouth was a perfect 'O'.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked.

"Nope," JJ repeated with a wide grin. She was so proud of her son's Godfather, and the man she considered her baby brother. "Reid just called. Hemminger was arrested while spying on Jessica and Jack outside her home."

Prentiss smiled like a cat which had swallowed the canary. "I almost feel sorry for that arrogant bastard." She noticed JJ arch her eyebrows. "I said almost, JJ."

Rossi chuckled. "How'd things go with Agent Sizemore?"

Prentiss rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Him I do have sympathy for," she began. "He badmouthed Hotch in the beginning until I put 'im in his place." She went on to repeat what she had learned from the embarrassed agent during questioning. "But he did give up the names of other agents who helped spread the rumors about Hotch," she added. "And, he rolled on Hemminger." She chuckled. "I sensed he was more scared of his boss than his buddy Jason Hemminger."

"So much for loyalty between co-workers," added Rossi.

Hearing sounds behind them, the trio turned around and spotted several agents walking through the doors of the BAU. Smiles appeared on their faces as their eyes fell on two specific people in the front of the group.

Spencer Reid held the arm of a handcuffed and smirking Jason Hemminger. Reid stopped walking and stood before his teammates.

"He was caught outside the Brooks' house looking through an open window," Reid explained. "I believe he was spying on the inhabitants inside for reasons known only to him."

"Did he give you and Detective Moeller any trouble?" asked Rossi.

"None whatsoever."

"You haven't got anything on me," Hemminger hissed. "My boss will have me out of here in a hot minute. You'll see." He glared at Rossi.

It was now Rossi's turn to smirk. He stepped forward until he stood nose-to-nose with Hemminger. "That's where you're wrong, my friend. See, we know all about you and what you've done. You have no friends here, Jason. Not even your boss. And before long, you're gonna tell us everything you know about the Rohypnol rapist, and how and when he plans to get access to Aaron Hotchner."

"I'm not telling you anything," Hemminger snarled. "And as far as Hotchner is concerned, he deserves everything he gets and more."

"And what exactly does he deserve?" asked a disgusted JJ, her eyes glaring at the disgraced agent.

Hemminger stared at the blonde standing before him, his eyes raking up and down her body approvingly. Then, he stared into her eyes. "Your boss is into men, beautiful. You figure it out."

Rossi stared daggers at the smug, arrogant man in front of him, then glanced at Reid.

"Get this bastard out of my sight before I do something I'll regret," the older man growled continuing to glare at Hemminger.

As Reid led Hemminger away, the trio stared after them. Rossi swore to himself he would break Hemminger and get him to talk, or kill him trying. For Aaron's sake, failure could not, and would not, be accepted.