George Foyet couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as the door opened and the light turned on. He'd been planning this for a long time and the thought that in just a few moments he'd be plunging the knife into Hotchner's body made him so hard that it was all he could do to force himself to wait and stick to the plan. He heard the sound of multiple locks being locked and soon Hotchner was right in front of him, his back turned. Foyet quietly stepped forward. It was funny but he remembered Hotchner being a lot taller. Oh well, he was turning around now, clearly sensing something and, "Who the hell are you?"
The man standing before him wasn't Aaron Hotchner. He was shorter, dumpier, and had a balding head with a tawny ring of hair around it. "What do you mean who am I? Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my apartment?"
"Where's Aaron?" Foyet asked, annoyed. This wasn't going as smoothly as he'd expected.
"Who's Aaron? You're boyfriend?" the man scoffed gesturing towards the erection that was slowly starting to die now that Foyet realized he wouldn't get to be attacking Hotchner just yet. There was a silence. Then the man called, "Simon! There's some guy in a hockey mask with a hard on out here! Is he some friend of yours?"
There was a movement down the hall and Foyet whirled around as another man, this one blonde and slightly taller came out of a room behind him. "What are you talking about, Melvin? I've never seen this guy in my life!" the second guy replied. "I had no idea anyone else was even in the apartment!"
"Okay, Jackass, who are you and what're you doing here?" At this point a small dog, apparently responding to his masters' unease entered the room and started barking at Foyet.
George growled in frustration. "Can you shut the dog up first?"
"Come on, Verdell," Simon said nervously. "Don't make the man any angrier than he already is. We wouldn't-"
"Oh let the dog yap, Simon!" Melvin snapped. "It's his home not Goth guy's. Now what do you want?"
Foyet sighed. "I was looking for Hotchner! I guess I got the wrong apartment!"
"Hotchner?" Simon said, apparently relieved that this wasn't a burglary. "I think he lives on the next floor up."
"Oh," this calmed George down some. Maybe the night wouldn't be a total disappointment after all. "I guess I'll be going then." He walked past them and was almost to the door when he felt something hit him in the head and everything went black.
Simon looked at Melvin, who was standing over him with a broken wine bottle in his hand, stunned. "What did you do that for?"
"He was breaking and entering! It was self-defense!"
"I don't think they consider it self-defense if the intruder was going away, Melvin."
Melvin just waved it off, "We'll tell them he was headed straight for us! Now go call the police before he wakes up!"