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[theinfamousreaper]

Foyet rolled his eyes, sighing with exasperation, before looking the Agent dead in the eye. "Oh, drop the act," he snarled, eyes twinkling in the afternoon light, "We both know you've got questions, and we both know you aren't gonna end this with just one shot," he snorted, dropping the .44 on top of the flowers. "She can keep it," he spat, eyes filled with contempt, as he glared at the headstone.

He looked up, meeting Aaron's eyes, the corners of his lips upturned, as a smirk contorted his features. "Everybody loves a surprise... Even you, Aaron," he added, "And anyway, I wanted to save it until today. It's a special date, a very special date. Although, you're only learning that now, of course," Foyet reasoned, tracing the lines of his scars over his coat, subconsciously. "I was free -- one year ago today, and you hadn't found me yet. I walked right past her, Agent Hotchner. And I knew. I knew exactly what I was going to do to her, to you, and to that son of a bitch kid. Now, one year on, I get to watch you die."

+wheelsup--inthirty was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[theinfamousreaper]

"It's not how I see it, it's how it is," he snapped, eyes narrowing as he glared at her, "And I don't justify myself -- not to anyone." Foyet smirked, jerking the gun suddenly, as if to scare her. He chuckled, cracking his neck, before taking a step closer to her, a twisted grin on his lips. "You're awfully pretty, Miss Jareau..."

+jenniferjareaufbi was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[theinfamousreaper]

9x07 - Possibly the cutest Hotch smile ever!

[theinfamousreaper]

"Do you ever stop scowling? I mean, come on Agent Hotchner, crack a smile," Foyet scoffed, "You heard Haley, her last words to you -- don't lead people to believe you're this serious. Really, it's... Actually, it's a little offensive, how you're so stony when faced by an old friend," he smirked, licking his lips once more, the gun angled at Aaron's -- for once -- unprotected midriff.

He shrugged, as if mulling over his answer. But he already had it. He knew this would be one of his first questions, and naturally so. His grin broadened, and he gazed at Hotch, his eyes clouded with menace. "You know, after stabbing yourself, repeatedly and mercilessly... Well, you do build up a bit of a pain threshold," he shrugged, "Not to mention a couple of tricks on how to cut a pulse... Did you know that a squash ball beneath the armpit can make you appear to have no pule whatsoever?" he smiled, a sinister glint in his eye, as he continued to circle the Agent.

+wheelsup--inthirty was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[theinfamousreaper]

"How old are you, Kylie? Nine, ten?" he rasped, stroking the trigger of his gun lightly, a smirk on his lips.

[open rp]

"Tell me, now… Do you believe in fate?"

[theinfamousreaper]

Foyet ignored her question, his features falling stony, as he watched JJ. "It wasn't murder, it was the delivery of fate. It was... A present, for Agent Hotchner," he snarled, sliding his gun from his pocket, stroking the trigger lightly, without saying another word.

+jenniferjareaufbi was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[theinfamousreaper]

[I make sure to read the bios of new followers -- it would be rude for me not to!]

"I'm the holding the gun..." Foyet breathed, a twisted grin on his features, "How about you tell me?"

+criminal-or-hero was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Tell me, Miss Jareau… Do you believe in fate?"

[theinfamousreaper]

+techgoddessbau was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Tell me, Miss Garcia... Do you believe in fate?"

[theinfamousreaper]

"I never said it mattered... Although, it's considered rude to leave a question unanswered."

+jenniferjareaufbi was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Tell me, Miss Jareau… Do you believe in fate?"

[theinfamousreaper]

Foyet chuckled, the laugh rising from the depths of his stomach, ricocheting off the headstones, as he kept his eyes on Hotch. "You really are easy to fool, Agent," he smirked, "Especially considering all that happened with your dearest Emily Prentiss." His shoulders rose and fell, as he shrugged, circling the gravestone, and the man who stood over it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," George half-gasped, feigning apologetic surprise, "Am I interrupting? Please, continue telling her about the boy," he instructed in hushed tones, sliding his gun from his pocket, stroking the trigger lightly. "Do you know why I like this gun, Aaron? I like it because it's the last thing that touched your precious Haley before I blew her brains out."

+wheelsup--inthirty was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Foyet watched, eyes peering out from beneath his hood, as he stood before the grave — but his gaze was pinned to another headstone, now slightly obscured by a suited man. He knew he’d be here today. Of course he would, he came whenever he had the time. A twisted grin formed on his lips, and he strode, silently and swiftly, until he was standing behind Aaron. Wetting his lips slightly, he murmured, his voice soft. “She was beautiful, wasn’t she, Agent Hotchner?”

[theinfamousreaper]

"That doesn't answer my question."

+jenniferjareaufbi was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Tell me, Miss Jareau… Do you believe in fate?"

[theinfamousreaper]

+criminal-or-hero was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Tell me, Miss Jareau… Do you believe in fate?"

[theinfamousreaper]

[open rp]

"Tell me, now… Do you believe in fate?"

[theinfamousreaper]

'Criminal Minds' 7x16

[theinfamousreaper]

+jenniferjareaufbi was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Tell me, Miss Jareau… Do you believe in fate?"

[theinfamousreaper]

+wheelsup--inthirty was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Foyet watched, eyes peering out from beneath his hood, as he stood before the grave -- but his gaze was pinned to another headstone, now slightly obscured by a suited man. He knew he'd be here today. Of course he would, he came whenever he had the time. A twisted grin formed on his lips, and he strode, silently and swiftly, until he was standing behind Aaron. Wetting his lips slightly, he murmured, his voice soft. "She was beautiful, wasn't she, Agent Hotchner?"

[theinfamousreaper]

+sodisapprovingoftheskinthatiamin was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Tell me, sir... Do you believe in fate?"