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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*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.]