A/N: The confrontation between Hotch and Foyet was based on a similar incident in UNKNOWN SUBJECT written by wereleopard58 which is a crossover between Hawaii Five-O and Criminal Minds on AO3. The author gave me permission to use this incident when Hotch and Foyet have their confrontation. I have tried very hard to have my scene differ from hers of Steve McGarrett and his assailant.

Chapter 67

The door to Hotch's room quietly opened, and for a moment, a man stood in the doorway staring at the sleeping agent. His outline was highlighted by the florescent lights in the ceiling in the hallway behind him, but his face remained in darkness. Keeping quiet, he stepped further into the darkened room, and closed the door behind him plunging him and the entire room in darkness again. He slowly advanced toward the bed, his eyes focused on the sleeping man. He licked his lips as if about to enjoy a sweet and tasty treat.

After several seconds, Hotch sensed he was no longer alone. And he sensed it wasn't Reid's presence but a stranger, and slowly opened his eyes a slit. He could only make out the shadowy image of a man standing beside his bed wearing white, but unable to see his face because of the darkened room. Even the dim light from the moon filtering through the window across the room didn't help. But it did cause a glint off something in the man's hand. Hotch recognized it was a syringe.

The man reached for the IV tubing, inserted the business end of the syringe into the tubing, and pressed down the plunger. The contents of the syringe flowed directly into Hotch's bloodstream within seconds.

"Wha…?" Hotch asked sleepily before a strange sensation at once overtook the agent's body robbing him of certain things. He attempted to move away from the man's touch, but his body refused to obey his brain. He attempted to open his mouth and call out for help, to alert Spencer, but found he had no voice either. In his line of work, he had seen this happen to other people, but never imagined it would happen to him.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, and brought his face closer to Hotch who now saw the man a bit more clearly. He at once recognized him as William Bayville, but suspected it was really Nathan Foyet.

"Don't worry, Aaron. I injected you with Succinylcholine. (1) Not enough to kill you, but enough to immobilize you. Also, you'll not only be awake, but see and feel everything I do to you." The man wished he didn't have to drug Hotchner as the last time he enjoyed the man struggling, fighting, and screaming beneath him. He enjoyed seeing the fear in Hotchner's face. Enjoyed the agent's cries of pain as he had roughly pounded into him as he had in the prior attack. But he couldn't allow Hotch to yell for help, or press the call button summoning help. He glanced up for a moment and spotted the stuffed bear on the window sill. He chuckled guessing it was a gift from the agent's child. He turned his attention back to Hotch and a twisted grin appeared.

"After I'm done with you, I'll find your child. I hope it's a boy. I like men and little boys, y'know. There's something about men and little boys that excites me." He caressed Hotch's cheek gently as if lovers, and showing affection. "Y'know, you excite me in ways none of the others ever have. If you have a son, I hope he'll have the same effect on me as his dad."

All Hotch could do is glare at the man with rage in his eyes. The thought of this man touching his son enraged Hotch to the point of wanting to commit murder. But as he couldn't move or speak, there was nothing he could do. To his horror, the drug made him a prisoner within his own body. Not only that, he realized Foyet had told him the truth about the drug. He would be awake throughout everything that would be done to him, and his terror intensified. The best hope he had was that Garcia, Lynch, or whoever was watching would send help right away.

As Foyet leaned closer to Hotch, he gently stroked the agent's thick hair, and saw the tears roll down Hotch's cheeks from the corners of his eyes. The agent wanted to open his mouth and call for Reid, but sensed his youngest was no longer in the room. If he had been, he was positive Foyet would have been stopped. To his horror, Hotch realized he was about to be raped and sodomized again, and would be manually strangled to death once Foyet was finished. He also realized he was alone, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to defend himself.

Hotch wondered what had happened to Reid. Had Foyet done something to the younger man before approaching him? Is that why Reid hadn't intervened? Why he wasn't there?

Foyet grinned demonically. He was so going to enjoy himself even if the agent couldn't struggle, fight, or scream when he exploded into him. He also planned before he was done, to stick his manhood in Hotchner's mouth, and thrust in and out until he came again and shot his load. He had so enjoyed doing that the last time, and forcing the agent to swallow his seed before leaving the man lying in the alleyway. Only this time because of the drug, the agent wouldn't be able to swallow his seed. But as he planned on cutting Hotchner's throat in the end, it would be a small sacrifice his part to make.

With the agent immobilized, he grabbed the corner of the blanket covering Hotch, and with one fluid motion, yanked it off of him completely. He then reached behind him, and removed a gun from his waistband, and lay it on the bed close by in case he needed it. Once he got started he didn't want to be interrupted. He then pulled a knife from his pocket and held it up so Hotch saw it.

"I will use this afterward and heighten my pleasure, same way I did with that nurse, Aaron. But first, I have waited so long for this moment and want to savor every minute, and am impatient to get started. So, let's have fun, shall we, my sweet Aaron?"

While he enjoyed Hotch's terror, Foyet reached behind Hotch's neck and undid the ties on the back of his gown. He smiled as he slowly eased the gown downward and off the agent's shoulders. As he continued to pull the gown down slowly, his eyes wandered over every inch of the agent's muscular and firm chest. Even the nine scars marring Hotch's chest didn't faze him.

After all, his late cousin had been responsible for those. It was the mark of Foyet on Hotchner. And he, Nathan Foyet, would now place his own more permanent mark on the man. His name would be forever remembered as the man who accomplished what the Reaper hadn't, and that was the death of Aaron Hotchner. He'd also make sure it was widely known the agent had been raped twice and sodomized twice as well. He grinned as his pants had become uncomfortable. With a glance downward, his grin became a wide smile when he noticed the tenting in his pants. He chuckled realizing 'little Nate' as he referred to it, had become impatient. Impatient to begin thrusting forcibly in and out until drawing blood from that puckered hole. He fantasized how later he'd do the same to Hotchner's child whom he hoped was a boy.

He'd rather fantasize Hotchner had a son as opposed to a daughter as it fueled his fantasy more. He so loved little boys as opposed to little girls. But girls or women would suffice if men or boys were unavailable. He ran a hand across the agent's muscular chest. He pinched the man's nipples, and touched one of the scars with a forefinger. He was so going to enjoy biting all nine scars, and drawing blood from each one.

"I can't wait to get started," Foyet said huskily after pulling the gown completely off Hotch and tossing it aside. His eyes widened with lust and wandered over the agent's entire body, lingering on the agent's own manhood. He recalled how much he enjoyed sucking on it like a lollipop before he was finished with him last time. Maybe after he's dead, I'll remove it and keep it as a momento so every time I look at it I'll remember Aaron. That thought appealed to him, and he promised himself that's what he would do when he was finished this time.

He would cut off the agent's organ and keep it. He smirked as he looked down at the man. "I'm so glad you aren't wearing boxers under your gown, Aaron. It makes things so much more convenient and much easier for me. Less clothing I need to remove. And it will make it easier to cut off your cock and keep it as a souvenir. After all, you won't need it anymore once I'm done, and I want something by which to remember you. I'm only sorry I won't be able to stay and watch you go into shock and bleed out." He smiled with glee as horror appeared on the Unit Chief's face.

Foyet then climbed onto the bed and got on his knees. He moved Hotchner's body into the desired position which meant first flipping the man over onto his stomach. He next wrapped an arm around his waist, and pulled him up onto his knees. This was the same position he had the agent in the last time he had sex with him. And this time would be just as good if not more enjoyable than the first time.

Once he had Hotch in the position he desired, he lay the knife beside the gun so it would be nearby when needed, and visible to Hotch. Once he positioned himself between Hotchner's legs, he hurriedly unbuckled and unzipped his trousers. He quickly pulled them and his boxers down at the same time, and glanced down with a smirk as his large manhood sprang free once released. He had always been extremely well-endowed. In fact, his size had caused his victims, including the agent, to bleed the last time. The already big organ was now thick, swollen, and painfully hard. He took hold of it and held it firmly in his hand. Ready to ram it inside Hotchner again and again and feel his chest press against the agent's back. And he would keep pushing harder and faster until the blood ran from the man's orifice.

"Too bad I won't be able to hear you scream, Aaron." Foyet said running a hand up and down Hotch's butt. He placed a hand on one of Hotch's butt cheeks and squeezed, enjoying the firmness. He spotted the agent squeezing his eyes shut, hoping to block out what was about to happen to him again. Hotch had never felt so helpless in his entire life. It terrorized him even more realizing he was going to be not only raped and sodomized again, but murdered under his team's watch. Where was Reid? What happened to him? Was he even still alive? Or had Foyet killed or drugged him? If not, then where was he? And if not Reid, why wasn't somebody else from his team here to keep what was about to happen from happening?

Foyet placed a hand again on one of Hotch's butt cheeks and moved it aside. He lined himself up with the exposed rectum, and prepared to push himself inside the man up to the hilt when the bathroom door behind him suddenly opened. Florescent lights illuminating the bathroom now bathed Hotch's entire room in a bright glow.

"FBI! Nathan Foyet, step away from the patient!" a voice said with authority.

Foyet, annoyed at the interruption, looked around, and found himself staring at Spencer Reid who, with his Glock in his hand, pointed it at his head. The young agent stood just outside the bathroom doorway with the florescent lighting behind him highlighting his outline. He smirked and released his manhood, and slowly let his hand edge toward the gun hidden near his body. He believed if he could reach his weapon, he'd kill the geeky agent. It would be a shame as he hadn't yet experienced him, but he was interfering with his time with Aaron, and nothing was more important than that right now. Besides, if he was lucky, maybe he'd get to have sex with the geeky agent after he was dead and after he was finished with Hotchner. He had never had sex with a dead body before, and found himself looking forward to trying it. He was always open to new experiences.

"I said step away from the patient!" Reid repeated, his hazel eyes glaring at the man. "I won't tell you again!" His finger tightened on the trigger of his weapon. He didn't notice the man's hand easing toward his own weapon the entire time as both were out of his sight. His eyes shifted to his boss when the man hadn't moved from his embarrassing position on the bed.

"Hotch! Talk to me. Are you all right?" Reid was met with complete silence. "Hotch!"

With Reid's eyes averted, Foyet's fingers touched his weapon and gripped it. He subtly pulled it closer to his own body slowly.

"What did you do to him?" Reid asked, eyes again on Foyet, his anger growing in leaps and bounds. He had never been a violent person, and only shot someone once to save a life. But this time was different. For the first time, he wanted to kill someone. So he hoped Foyet would try something so he'd eagerly squeeze that trigger. He had never really looked forward to killing somebody before in his life. But if a person needed to be killed, Foyet was that person. Also, Reid knew if he escaped, Foyet would keep coming after Hotch until he got him. And he refused to let his boss and friend be caught by this pervert.

"I just injected him with something to make him more cooperative," Foyet replied with a twisted smile. "And you are interfering in my time with Aaron, so you need to leave."

"That's not going to happen. But I'll tell you what is going to happen. You are going to get up from that bed, pull up your pants, place your hands on top of your head, and get down on your knees. And you will do it now!"

"I don't think so, agent." Foyet whipped his hand from beside him and pointed his weapon at Reid's head, his finger pressing the trigger. But Reid was quicker, and without a moment's thought, fired his weapon, striking Foyet dead-center in the head. The man fell over backwards and landed on top of Hotch forcing the agent face-down on the mattress.

Reid quickly hurried to the bed and touched two fingers against Foyet's throat checking for a pulse and found none. The man was dead. As Hotch's door opened, Reid grabbed Foyet's arm, pulled him off of Hotch, and onto the floor. Emily and Morgan, Glocks aimed in front of them, burst into the room quickly taking in the scene before them. As Morgan saw to the body, Emily kept her weapon aimed at the body just in case.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted Reid quickly holster his weapon, and stand in front of Hotch to block her view of their Unit Chief. He carefully rolled Hotch onto his back, then quickly covered the man's naked body with the discarded blanket. He gently gripped both of Hotch's shoulders and stared into his boss's dark eyes.

"Hotch, are you all right?"

The young genius frowned when Hotch didn't answer him. He watched as all Hotch did is blink his eyes repeatedly. Reid gasped. He knew there were several drugs which caused paralysis while the patient remained awake and aware of what was happening. He looked over his shoulder at Prentiss. "Emily, get a doctor in here right now! Hotch has been drugged possibly with Succinylcholine!" He noticed the brunette agent hesitate glancing at Foyet's body. "Foyet's dead! Now go!"

Without uttering a word, Prentiss holstered her Glock and nearly ran from the room to find a doctor.

(1) Succinylcholine also paralyzes the diaphragm which controls breathing. But for purposes of this story, it does not affect breathing in any way. Writer's prerogative.