“Agent Hotchner, head of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, steps down.” Foyet read the words aloud off his screen. It was amazing what you could find on the net these days. He slid his hand down his pants, stroking himself as he stared at the picture of Aaron the press had managed to snap, the annoyance at the publicity showing in the Agent’s eyes. “Mmmm…” He was so close to release and then THUMP! “What the… hello?” He called out. No answer of course.
Slowly George rose to his feet and glanced around the room. No one there. He walked into the other room and saw that a window was opened and a lamp knocked over on the floor, but no one there. Shrugging he turned to go back to his computer. He had only taken a few steps when he heard a yell and before he could turn back around, something hard was brought down on the back of his head and everything went black.
When Foyet came to there was a throbbing pain in his head. He tried to reach up to touch what he knew must be a bump but to his surprise he couldn’t move his arms. He looked down to see large thick wires binding him. He heard a small chuckle and looked up again to see a heavy set, blonde haired woman, dressed from head to toe in pink velvet, wearing white leather gloves, sitting at his computer desk.
“What the fuck? Let me go!” Foyet snapped, struggling.
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no! You are not getting out of here until you get what you deserved!”
He stared at her. “Who are you?!?”
“I am the Goddess of Technology and you, my ugly, are my prisoner.”
“You’re crazy, that’s what you are!” He grumbled and tugged at the cords, trying to get free but to no avail.
“Well, it won’t help your situation to sweet talk me.” The woman smiled mischievously and turned back to her computer. “Now, I hear you know something about computers, do you?”
“According to the files you used to work as a computer consultant.”
“The FBI files of course.”
“Oh,” Foyet gave a small chuckle. “You’re one of Agent Hotchner’s little friends! Tell me, how is he? Does he miss his wife and kid?”
The woman’s eyes flashed, “Yes!” She hissed. “You ruined my ubercool bossman’s life!”
“Well what can I say? I can’t help myself; he’s just too much fun!”
To his surprise and disappointment, her anger evened out into a smile. “Well, since he’s not here, I guess we’ll have to have fun all by ourselves, now won’t we?” She flashed her eyes at him and pressed a button on the keyboard.
“AGGH!” He gave a cry of pain as it felt like fire ran through his veins. When it stopped he was left panting. When his breathing had calmed enough he lifted his head again, “Wh-what w-w-was tha…”
“Electricity my foul feathered enemy!” And she pressed another button repeating the process.
“The wires! They are hooked up so that every time I do this…” She pressed another button causing him to cry out in pain. “That happens.”
“I-I’m goin t-ta k-kill you a-and A-a-agen H-hotchna.”He got out, growing more disoriented with every round.
“Oh!” The woman’s eyes widened, mockingly. “Well, we can’t have that?” And she pressed another button and this time held it down until the screams had died down and only the body was left jerking. After that, she released the button, got up, and giving a quick glance around the apartment before leaving.
The next day Agent Hotchner was interrupted by Garcia dashing into his office. “Garcia?” He questioned.
“Hotch!” She cried excitedly. “I think I have something!”
“Okay, so you know how we’ve been trying to find Foyet using the drugs he’s addicted too?”
“Yes.” He replied thinly.
“Well, I was at the pharmacy the other day to pick up a prescription for… well it doesn’t matter. Anyway it was out and the pharmacist mentioned that a lot of drugs can be used as substitutes for others. So I researched which one’s had been purchased by the same person and I found three. Now I looked at them for a while and I realized that one spells the Reaper, all scrambled up so-“
At this point Aaron leapt to his feet. “Thanks, Garcia, you’re amazing!” And headed out the door to get the team ready to go in.
Five hours later, Garcia was sitting on the edge of her seat in her office, when her phone rang. “Hello?” She practically shrieked into the phone. “Is it over? Did you catch him?”
“Yeah, Baby Girl,” Morgan’s perturbed voice. “It’s over.”
“Then what’s wrong? You sound upset.”
“Well, he was already dead when we got here. Murdered!” He gave a small laugh.
“Wow!” Garcia whistled, a grin playing around her lips. “I wonder who it was?”