The Waste Land, 35/44
Title: The Waste Land
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters/Pairing: Team-centric - gen
Genre: Drama/Suspense
Summary: Part Three: George Foyet has returned. He isn’t going to let the BAU forget his legacy. Ever.
Warnings: Character Death
The Waste Land
Part Three: The Reaper’s Gambit
And then-the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little-less-nothing!-and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
Robert Frost - Out, Out-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
William Shakespeare
Chapter Nine - The Lone Wolf (Rossi)
There is a reason that David Rossi never had children.
It’s not that he doesn’t like them. It’s just that he’s not exactly father material. Instead, he’s the rich uncle that is always buying presents.
He puts an arm around the shoulder of a girl that can’t stop crying. She’s seventeen - so close to being an adult, and yet so damn far. The perils of teenage life are no preparation for the real world, for things like rapists and serial killers.
‘It’s okay,’ he tells her, which is something of a lie. ‘Everything’s going to be okay.’ Still a lie.
Foyet hadn’t hurt them. That’s one small favor. But it does bring up the harrowing confirmation at their thought that this kidnapping was only a means to an end - but what end?
Any other unsub, and he wouldn’t be so worried. Maybe that’s their downfall in some way - they’re all so busy waiting for Foyet to pull the wool over their eyes that might miss the obvious.
Half a minute later, the radio call comes through from Hotch, and it’s so garbled that Rossi can’t make out the details. He hears “Foyet” but that’s about it. That could be “Foyet’s not here,” or it could be “Foyet has a bomb and he’s going to kill us all.”
He’s not sure which one is more likely, but he’s not taking any chances.
Instructing the Boston police officers to stay with the girls until the ambulance gets there, he accompanies the S.W.A.T team to the main house.
Aside from the fact that the front door is kicked in, it’s as though nobody is even there.
In the basement, there’s one man, Kevlar, helmet and rifle. ‘There’s a secret passageway,’ he tells them, and Rossi just stares at him.
A secret passageway?
Seriously?
Foyet had ten years to put together his contingency plans. Rossi wouldn’t be surprised if they involved a submarine.
He pulls out his flashlight and shines it down the length of the passageway. Nothing but darkness.
There could be bodies at the other end. Maybe by the end of the day, he’ll be the only still living member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It’s not a comforting thought.
The passageway is at least half a mile long - by the time he reaches the end of it, he’s almost definitely no longer on the Reaper’s property.
The rest of the S.W.A.T team is congregating in what looks like another basement. That crafty bastard. He didn’t just own one property, he owned two, side by side.
‘He seems to have had a vehicle waiting, Agent Rossi,’ one of the S.W.A.T guys - “Richards” according to his uniform, says. There’s a long, awkward pause, at which point Rossi comes to the realization that Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss are nowhere to be seen.
‘Where’s Agent Hotchner?’ he asks, trying not to sound like he’s desperate, but really, the answer that he knows is coming is the answer that he dreads.
‘Agents Hotchner, Morgan and Prentiss were gone when we got here,’ Richards says apologetically. ‘It looks like he used a flashbang.’
He runs a hand across his head, trying to keep at least some semblance of calmness. Two agents in hospital, three in the hands of the most notorious serial killer that they’ve ever faced.
It’s almost like the olden days, the lone wolf on his own once more. Only he has something now that he didn’t have back then.
He has Penelope Garcia.
‘Call in a forensic unit,’ he orders Richards, before making the call he absolutely does not want to make.
‘Did you get him?’ Garcia’s voice is apprehensive, as though she’s expecting him to tell her that everybody is dead. Really, that’s not so far off.
‘No,’ he says bitterly. ‘We didn’t get him…He took Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss, Garcia.’
There’s a long silence. ‘He took them?’
‘There was a passageway underneath the house that led to the neighboring property. He hit them with the flashbang at the end of the passageway and pulled them into the vehicle he had waiting.’
There’s a choked sob on the other end of the line. ‘God, Rossi, we should have seen this?’
‘How could we have seen this?’ he asks. ‘There are any number of things that Foyet could have done that we couldn’t have predicted. The profile can only do so much.’
‘I know,’ she says, and Rossi can hear the guilt in her voice.
‘I’m coming back there now, Garcia. We will find them,’ he promises her.
If she senses the lie in his voice, she doesn’t say anything.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters/Pairing: Team-centric - gen
Genre: Drama/Suspense
Summary: Part Three: George Foyet has returned. He isn’t going to let the BAU forget his legacy. Ever.
Warnings: Character Death
The Waste Land
Part Three: The Reaper’s Gambit
And then-the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little-less-nothing!-and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
Robert Frost - Out, Out-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
William Shakespeare
Chapter Nine - The Lone Wolf (Rossi)
There is a reason that David Rossi never had children.
It’s not that he doesn’t like them. It’s just that he’s not exactly father material. Instead, he’s the rich uncle that is always buying presents.
He puts an arm around the shoulder of a girl that can’t stop crying. She’s seventeen - so close to being an adult, and yet so damn far. The perils of teenage life are no preparation for the real world, for things like rapists and serial killers.
‘It’s okay,’ he tells her, which is something of a lie. ‘Everything’s going to be okay.’ Still a lie.
Foyet hadn’t hurt them. That’s one small favor. But it does bring up the harrowing confirmation at their thought that this kidnapping was only a means to an end - but what end?
Any other unsub, and he wouldn’t be so worried. Maybe that’s their downfall in some way - they’re all so busy waiting for Foyet to pull the wool over their eyes that might miss the obvious.
Half a minute later, the radio call comes through from Hotch, and it’s so garbled that Rossi can’t make out the details. He hears “Foyet” but that’s about it. That could be “Foyet’s not here,” or it could be “Foyet has a bomb and he’s going to kill us all.”
He’s not sure which one is more likely, but he’s not taking any chances.
Instructing the Boston police officers to stay with the girls until the ambulance gets there, he accompanies the S.W.A.T team to the main house.
Aside from the fact that the front door is kicked in, it’s as though nobody is even there.
In the basement, there’s one man, Kevlar, helmet and rifle. ‘There’s a secret passageway,’ he tells them, and Rossi just stares at him.
A secret passageway?
Seriously?
Foyet had ten years to put together his contingency plans. Rossi wouldn’t be surprised if they involved a submarine.
He pulls out his flashlight and shines it down the length of the passageway. Nothing but darkness.
There could be bodies at the other end. Maybe by the end of the day, he’ll be the only still living member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It’s not a comforting thought.
The passageway is at least half a mile long - by the time he reaches the end of it, he’s almost definitely no longer on the Reaper’s property.
The rest of the S.W.A.T team is congregating in what looks like another basement. That crafty bastard. He didn’t just own one property, he owned two, side by side.
‘He seems to have had a vehicle waiting, Agent Rossi,’ one of the S.W.A.T guys - “Richards” according to his uniform, says. There’s a long, awkward pause, at which point Rossi comes to the realization that Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss are nowhere to be seen.
‘Where’s Agent Hotchner?’ he asks, trying not to sound like he’s desperate, but really, the answer that he knows is coming is the answer that he dreads.
‘Agents Hotchner, Morgan and Prentiss were gone when we got here,’ Richards says apologetically. ‘It looks like he used a flashbang.’
He runs a hand across his head, trying to keep at least some semblance of calmness. Two agents in hospital, three in the hands of the most notorious serial killer that they’ve ever faced.
It’s almost like the olden days, the lone wolf on his own once more. Only he has something now that he didn’t have back then.
He has Penelope Garcia.
‘Call in a forensic unit,’ he orders Richards, before making the call he absolutely does not want to make.
‘Did you get him?’ Garcia’s voice is apprehensive, as though she’s expecting him to tell her that everybody is dead. Really, that’s not so far off.
‘No,’ he says bitterly. ‘We didn’t get him…He took Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss, Garcia.’
There’s a long silence. ‘He took them?’
‘There was a passageway underneath the house that led to the neighboring property. He hit them with the flashbang at the end of the passageway and pulled them into the vehicle he had waiting.’
There’s a choked sob on the other end of the line. ‘God, Rossi, we should have seen this?’
‘How could we have seen this?’ he asks. ‘There are any number of things that Foyet could have done that we couldn’t have predicted. The profile can only do so much.’
‘I know,’ she says, and Rossi can hear the guilt in her voice.
‘I’m coming back there now, Garcia. We will find them,’ he promises her.
If she senses the lie in his voice, she doesn’t say anything.