A/N: I must apologize for the graphic sexual assault in the beginning of this chapter. And no, it is not Hotch or JJ.

Chapter 60

"Please, stop!" the blonde sobbed as he thrust roughly into her repeatedly. The pain was unbelievable. She felt she was being ripped apart internally. She tried to push him away when he blitzed her, but he had been too quick. Overpowering her had been so easy.

(Flashback):

Rosalind Davies recalled having left the hospital after her shift had ended, and having taken the elevator alone down to the third level of the underground parking garage. As she removed her car keys from her shoulder bag, she walked toward her car. She had just inserted the key into the driver side door lock, when a hand clamped over her mouth, yanked her backward, and off her feet. She was dragged, struggling, to an isolated area of the garage which wasn't covered by working cameras, and thrown violently on the ground on her back. After he tossed her shoulder bag aside, he beat her viciously before flipping her onto her stomach. He then savagely jerked her arms behind her, securing her wrists with twist ties.

After restraining her, he flipped her onto her back again, ripping open her uniform sending buttons flying everywhere. She now lay before him in her panties and bra. He pressed his knife against her slender throat nicking the skin and drawing a spot of blood.

"You make any noise and I'll slit your throat," he hissed. "I need to see what being with a woman is like for a man. And you're gonna show me what the big deal is." He ripped her panties off of her, and using his knife, cut her bra away exposing her firm breasts. He ran a hand over them, painfully squeezing them, then sucking and biting her nipples causing her more pain and drawing blood by his bites.

With a smirk, he got to his feet, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them and his boxers down around his ankles. Once he got on his knees between her legs, he painfully grabbed her ankles, and pulled her legs far apart. He then roughly pushed himself inside her with no preparation. He thrust forward and developed a frenzied pace and didn't care. The only thing that mattered was satisfying his primal urge. So he continued pounding into her despite her cries, making sure he kept the knife where she'd see it. Her cries became whimpers.

(End of Flashback):

"Spread your legs, bitch!" he demanded.

She did what he ordered again without a sound. Once she complied, he again knelt between her legs, lined himself up with her opening, and forced himself inside her. His pace quickened as he thrust himself forward. After awhile, his release built up down below, and he exploded into her. After he emptied himself inside her, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach.

"Wha…what are you going to do with me now?" she stammered, her mascara running down her cheeks, the blade pressed against her cheek.

"You'll see." He then proceeded to push himself into her rectum and became excited hearing her whimper with pain. Her whimpering only made him quicken his pace again, and thrust harder and deeper before he emptied himself into her before pulling out of her again. But he remained kneeling between her legs. He snatched her torn panties off the ground, and jammed them into her mouth gagging her before he made his cruelest move.

He slid the blade of his knife inside her rectum, and used it to sodomize her while cutting her rectum wide open at the same time. He enjoyed watching the blood run down the sides of her thighs. She screamed against the gag and tears fell down her cheeks. The pain was the worst she had ever experienced.

After a while, he pulled his blade out of her and rolled her again onto her back. He then lay the bloody blade against her neck and drew it deeply across her throat nearly decapitating her. He enjoyed watching her blood spurt all over as her jugular had been severed.

Watching her bleed out, he smirked and slowly got to his feet, pulling up his boxers and pants. He had to admit the sex, though enjoyable, had been unsatisfactory. And by unsatisfactory it was because it was not on the same level as sex with Aaron Hotchner. Sex with him was mind-blowing. Mind-blowing not only because Hotchner was a man, but because of what he represented to Nathan. Hotchner represented strength and authority.

Also, the memory of his body writhing beneath his thrilled and excited him as nobody else had since that meeting. And he was becoming impatient to experience that thrill and excitement again. That was one thing he did not share with his late cousin George…patience. He wanted something when he wanted it, and didn't like waiting for it. And obsessing about Hotchner caused him to develop an itch which needed to be scratched, and scratched now. So he needed to make due somehow. And not having access to Hotchner, he had settled for sex with Rosalind Davies, the nurse who resembled Jennifer Jareau.

Two female nurses, one redhead, the other a brunette, were talking and laughing in the elevator as it reached the third level of the underground garage. They were so happy their shift had ended at last and could go home. The doors hissed open, and the women continued to laugh and talk as they stepped out of the elevator with the doors hissing closed behind them. The women waved goodbye to each other and walked away in opposite directions. After a few seconds, the brunette approached her car which had been parked in the far corner of the garage where there were no working cameras. She had just reached the car parked beside hers when she froze and gasped in horror with eyes wide. Moments later, an ear-splitting scream came from her mouth, and reverberated throughout the garage.

Detective Moeller stood between two uniformed officers while staring at the bloody body laying at their feet. There were other officers examining the immediate area as well as the interior of the dead woman's parked car. They believed it was the dead woman's car as her key was still in the lock of the driver's side door and was slightly bent. This told Moeller the deceased had been grabbed from behind, and dragged away by her attacker.

"Any idea who she is?" asked Moeller glancing around before his eyes landed back on one of the uniform cops who stood beside him.

"The bloodstained ID tag on her uniform says 'R. Davies'," the uniform cop explained.

Another uniformed officer, holding a shoulder bag by the straps, joined them.

"Where's you find that?" asked Moeller looking at the bag.

"I found it next to the trash can in the corner. There's no wallet, sir. The perp must've taken it. But her identification shows her full name as Rosalind Davies. She's a nurse here in the hospital."

Moeller's hands, stuffed in his pants pockets, shook his head sadly. "Looks like our guy really did a number on her before he killed her." He glanced sideways at the two women being questioned by a plainclothes officer; one a redhead, the other a brunette. Both looked pale and terribly shaken.

"What's their stories?" Moeller asked.

"The brunette is Darcy Campbell. She found the body when she was nearing her own car. The redhead is Melissa Hayes. She was getting into her own car on the opposite side of the garage, and about to leave the area when she heard the scream. Neither woman reported seeing anybody in the area."

Moeller glanced over his shoulder and up at the two cameras high on the wall overlooking the parking area where the crime had occurred.

"Figures. Has anybody checked with security and obtained the video? Maybe we'll get lucky and catch this bastard on film during the attack."

"No chance, Detective," another nearby officer explained joining the small group. He had overheard the question. "Those two cameras aren't working right, and haven't for several weeks. They may or may not have recorded anything."

Moeller sighed. "Well, have the video secured anyway. We might get lucky."

"Yes, sir. I'll see to it." The officer who explained about the cameras hurried away to carry out his assigned task.

Moeller shook his head as he looked again at the young officers. "Wouldn't it be nice just once to get lucky?"

The officer holding the shoulder bag smirked. "If it was that easy, Detective, we wouldn't have a job."

Moeller didn't respond. Instead, he let his eyes fall on the bloody, torn uniform of the dead woman with what appeared to be an undergarment stuffed in her mouth. Her face was forever frozen in pain, her blue eyes wide with terror. Other than the cut throat, she appears to have been raped. Can't be certain until the autopsy. But there's so much blood. I'm just afraid we're looking at the same guy who's after Hotchner. And if I'm right, then he's closer than we suspected.

The detective blew out a deep breath before noticing the vehicle driven by the medical examiner park near the crime scene. He watched a middle-age man with gray hair and glasses get out of his vehicle and walk toward them carrying his black bag.

"Hey, doc. Sorry you had to come out at this hour," Moeller said grimly.

"I wish most criminals were as considerate as you, Detective," the medical examiner said tiredly extending a hand which Moeller shook. "Looks like a bad one."

"There's never a good one," the detective replied. "Doc, I need you to do something for me when you do your autopsy."

The medical examiner paused. "What do you need?"

"I'm betting she was raped, and perhaps sodomized as well. When you to run a rape kit, I want you to compare any DNA to the unidentified DNA from the rape kit run on FBI Agent Aaron Hotchner."

"If I do find evidence of a sexual assault, do you suspect it's the same guy who attacked that FBI agent?" the medical examiner asked. He had heard of Hotchner's attack, and if there was a chance this was the same guy, he hoped to confirm it. Maybe he can give the feds and the locals a lead so they can get a name and nail the bastard.

"I have a suspicion it'll be a match."

"I'll contact you as soon as I find anything, detective."

"Thanks," the detective replied grimly. Watching the medical examiner crouch beside the body and begin his work, Moeller reached inside his jacket, and pulled out his cell phone. He scrolled down the list of names before finding the one he wanted. Once he found the name, he pressed the button and put the phone to his ear. This was one phone call he was not looking forward to making. It rang twice before someone picked up on the other end.

"Agent Rossi? Detective Moeller. I need you to come to the third level of the underground parking garage of Georgetown Memorial right away. Something's happened here you're gonna need to see. I understand, sir, but I'm afraid I must insist. This might involve Agent Hotchner."

Rossi, both hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, stared in front of him. He walked determinedly toward Hotch's room, replaying what he had learned over the last few hours. The carnage he had viewed earlier made him ill. Just the thought of anybody being that sadistic to another person still amazed him after all this time on the job. The senior agent was well aware it was after visiting hours, and had gotten special permission to visit his best friend. He let out a deep breath through his mouth as he neared his destination. As the two agents stood guard outside Hotch's room, Rossi mulled over how he was going to break this news to Hotch without upsetting him. He figured there was no way other than to be completely honest with him.

He nodded at the agents, and one of them opened the door for him. His presence to the two guards in the room signaled for them to leave as he had something important to discuss with the injured agent. Once they left the room, Rossi studied the man laying in the bed staring at him. He suspected Hotch wouldn't be sleeping despite the hour. The older man approached the bed and sat down in the chair beside it. The expression on his face told Aaron that whatever brought Rossi to his room at this hour was not good.

"Dave, what's happened? You wouldn't be here at this hour unless something serious happened."

"Aaron, something has happened of which you should be made aware, and I don't want you to blame yourself because you aren't to blame in any way. Remember that. It's. Not. Your. Fault."

Hotch grabbed the remote for the bed and elevated the head so he'd be in a sitting position. His eyes never left his best friend's face.

"Just tell me what happened? Is it the team? Are they all right?"

"The team's fine, but I do have news." He breathed out through his nose and leaned forward with both arms on his thighs, hands clasped between his knees. "A young nurse who worked on this floor was found on the third level of the underground garage with her throat cut. She also appears to have been raped since her uniform was torn, and her underwear was ripped off of her."

"Appears?"

"The preliminary autopsy indicates she was raped repeatedly vaginally and anally. There were also bite marks on her breasts."

Aaron winced. "There's something else isn't there?"

"Yeah. She was sodomized with what appears to have been a knife, and her rectum seems to have been sliced open as well. The medical examiner is going to compare the DNA from her rape kit to the unknown DNA we have from yours. Detective Moeller believes there will be a match."

Hotch hung his head. "It's Foyet, Dave. It's him. I know it. He couldn't get to me so he attacked an innocent woman."

"You don't know if it's him, Aaron. Even if the DNA matches we still can't be sure if it's him. Not until we get a DNA sample from Foyet to compare to it."

Hotch raised his head. "I know its Foyet. It's as if I saw it happen. Trust me, it's Foyet."

"Aaron…"

"No! Don't try to change my mind, Dave. It's Foyet! I told you before he was close by watching and waiting. He couldn't get to me and went after her." His face looked pained. "Do we have any idea who she was?" Something told him he already had his answer.

Rossi nodded. "Her name was Rosalind Davies." His heart clenched when Hotch gasped in horror. He had been right.

"Oh God! She changed my dressing several times. She was so nice to me. How could he hurt her? She was so nice and caring. I looked forward to her visits and our talks."

Rossi studied his friend worriedly wondering if he had erred in telling him about the nurse. But he felt he had no choice as he was sure the murder would be a topic of much discussion throughout the hospital. A discussion that Hotch was bound to overhear at some point. But he was still worried by Hotch's insistence the attacker was Foyet. It was highly possible it was, but they had no proof of it.

"Let me ask you something, Aaron. Whenever you met her, did Rosalind Davies look like someone you know in any way?"

Hotch pursed his lips. "Her blonde hair and blue eyes reminded me a little of JJ…" Hotch's jaw dropped open as he realized what the senior agent was implying. "Are you saying Foyet attacked her because she looked like JJ? Is that what you're telling me? Was he going after JJ because of me?"

"I don't believe so. But it's a possibility we need to look at as well. She could also have been a substitute for you as he couldn't gain access to you." He held up a hand when he saw Hotch about to say something. "Don't worry. To be on the safe side, I've told JJ about what happened and have taken precautions to guarantee her safety. Emily's too. Neither will not go anywhere alone until we catch this bastard. I promise you, Aaron, he will not lay a hand on JJ or Emily."

Hotch massaged his temple. "I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. Hurting any of my team because of me is unacceptable. He needs to come after me! It's important that he comes after me. My plan has to work." He licked his suddenly dry lips. "Dave, I'm going to tell you something I would never tell anybody else."

Rossi's eyebrows knitted. That last sentence had him worried.

"What is it? I promise whatever you tell me stays between us."

"I'm going to hold you to that. I don't want the team to know. I need you to promise me."

"I promise. What is it?"

"Foyet must be stopped here. I don't want to or plan to die. But if my death stops Foyet in his tracks, so be it. The main thing is he not hurt anybody else after he comes after me. Can you promise me right here, right now, that you will stop him even if I die in the process? I need your word, Dave."

Rossi was horrified by what his best friend had said. He worried that perhaps Morgan had seen something he himself and the team had ignored or unwilling to see. Was Hotch breaking under all the stress, while telling them he wanted to take his life back? Had the obvious been missed?

"Aaron…"

"Promise me."

"You're not gonna die, and we will stop Foyet. I promise you on the heads of my daughter, son-in-law, and grandson. He will be stopped and you will not die."

"You can't promise I won't die. We all know things can and do go wrong despite all precautions being taken."

"Where's all this coming from, Aaron? You decided to take back your life and be the father Jack deserves, and the leader you feel we deserve. So what's changed since then? Why are you now talking about possibly dying, and making it sound like it's an okay thing? Because I promise you it's not too late to scrap this entire plan of yours and find another way."

Hotch shook his head. "There is no other way. And as for why I suspect I might die trying to lure Foyet out into the open. It's only a suspicion I have. A bad feeling that things are not going to end well for me."