On boredom.

[dr_pretty_boy]

You have made it abundantly clear that without my team you are unwilling to use me. Even in those 'memes' you keep browsing through. So, that being said, I have to ask a question:

Why am I still here?

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[killeromnivore]

[...yeesh. Yeah, apparently he does. George raises a brow and practically stares at the man in front of him with a nearly-impressed glint in his eyes. Nearly impressed. There's a cold smile that dawns on his face before he slowly reaches back for a knife in his back pocket, BUT. Doesn't take it out yet.]

All right, Agent. You can remember their last words. And you could kill me, and no one would probably give a damn but my dear mundane. But y'know? I could probably kill you too, and no one would really care. Lone genius of the Behavioral Analysis Unit? Youngest team member yet? Only heart I'd probably break is Aaron's, but... you know already how much I adore torturin' his sorry ass.

Is it bad that my hands are -actually- shaking? XD! /Fail

[dr_pretty_boy]

[See, normally Reid would catch himself. Normally, he'd stop, think, and back-peddle as fast as he verbally could while continuously distracting the unsub in question. He'd done it time and time and time again....and yet, he didn't budge.

Not even physically. He was close enough to breath Foyet's scent and all it made him want to do was to draw the gun his hand rested on. Even he couldn't miss from this range.]

I can remember everything, you sick son of a bitch. [The curse was quiet, but there. He hadn't even stumbled over it.] It's all I can hear sometimes. Aaron in the hospital... [He cleared his throat, jaw flexing.] You're wrong. You killing me wouldn't torture him at all, and I don't care how fast you stab me, I will put a bullet between your eyes.

Not at all! Foyet's been GRIPING at me to play for a while. He's a sick SOB. Apologies to your muse!

[killeromnivore]

I almost want to test that theory somethin' fierce. Just to see who would squirm more. You or that old man who threw a phone when I shot Hales some... three times.

[Oh that sick grin just gets even bigger.]

Go on, genius. Right between the eyes, right?

No, I'm loving it! Though, you are making my Reid wibble. XD

[dr_pretty_boy]

[His arm twitched. Physically twitched. As if he really wanted nothing more in this moment to just draw his weapon and fire it. Preferably several times. Even better if it was pressed against somewhere soft and squishy on George Foyet.

You would be sorely mistaken. I'd just be another murder used to pave your way to the needle.

*hugs both muse and mun* I'm always a fraction worried about how I play Foyet.

[killeromnivore]

Pave my way to the needle? More like a legacy, Doc. You know I'm gonna go down as one of the most fucking memorable killers to hit the BAU. And if it's only, then I'll have left a mark to a number of people.

/There are hugs! Yay! And don't worry. I'm super paranoid about my Reid.

[dr_pretty_boy]

[Oh, it was a <>bad idea to press Foyet's buttons and Reid knew that. Knew it. But then, everything about this conversation was a bad idea, and that had yet to stop him.

Leaning in closer, his grin held entirely too many teeth.]

Really? Because I'd wager with confidence that in a year I could ask the Hotchner's neighbors and they wouldn't remember a thing going on in that house, let alone anything involving 'The Reaper'. [Yes, that was complete with air quotations, Foyet.] Bundy, Dahmer, The Zodiac Killer, Jones. Those are the names people remember. Not Foyet.

[Okay, so maybe the genius is a little unhinged at the moment. Please hang up and call again later.]