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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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.]