Say His Name Three Times [1/1]
Title: Say His Name Three Times
Author: Aqua Zephyrus
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Foyet, Hotch
Rating: FRT
Summary: This was all a game from the very beginning. A very intimate game.
Warning: Spoilers for 5.01.
A/N: "I would have liked the scene where Hotch was attacked in his apartment much better, if Foyet had started stroking his face before the fade-out, with his knife or with his hands." An anonymous confession in the CM-confessions blog on Tumblr. I had to. Also, thank the lack of internet I wrote something.
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That was always the worst part about the entire thing; when the victim finally passed out from blood loss.
George groaned softly and looked down at his victim’s face. The knife was still in his body, but his hand was off it. He looked down at the unconscious Hotchner for a long moment before leaning forward on his chest. His arms rested on top of him before a finger slowly reached up to touch the man’s face. Licking his lips so slowly and a cold smile unfurling on his face, the serial killer couldn’t help but begin to stroke his cheek gently.
“You’re a lucky man,” he murmured, that finger slowly growing into the entire right hand feeling a side of his face. He leaned forward slowly, putting more pressure on his chest. “I’m pretty damn sure not one agent in your unit can say they’ve been stabbed by a famous killer and lived to tell the tale.” There was a rumbling chuckle, and Foyet’s thumb gently stroked his cheek. “A very. Very. Lucky man indeed, Aaron.”
More intimate, as if he could have shown care for the dying man he was sitting upon right then. George leaned even closer, and if Aaron had been awake, he could have smelled his own blood upon the killer. “Guess what, Aaron. When you wake in the hospital… we’re gonna play a little game.
“You’re gonna wake up. And you’re gonna be a little hero. Profile me. Figure out my next moves. Find out I’m after… right. Haley. And your kid too. But don’t worry. I’m not gonna get them. Not yet, anyway.” The hand stroked his face once again, that cold smile fading. “No. I’m gonna watch them. See how she-how Hales is around your son.” Hales. Not a bad nickname. “Then, I’m gonna take ‘em. Make you watch your family die right in front of you. Kill her first, then your poor kid.”
The hand slowly moved down finally and took the knife out of the agent with a chuckle before dragging it up his body so tenderly. The cold blade rested gently against Aaron’s face as he spoke once more.
“And then… then I’m gonna kill you. Slowly, Aaron. Slowly and surely. And then everyone is going to know my name. They’ll know the Boston Reaper. And they’ll all know that in the end- he really won.”