A/N: We made it you guys! We're at the Foyet chapter. This is a M rated chapter, purely based on the graphic material. It's not really the kind of M chapter I know you guys like but I hope you'll enjoy this one none the less.

To .7, greengirl82, Cinnamonfa, Celina79, charmony, Rugbygirrl, emilyhotchnerforever, HGRHfan35, dcatt, HPforever-after, sarahb2007, rmpcmfan, NicknHotchfan, smilin steph: You guys are amazing. I know I didn't get to reply to all of you, and I feel horrible for that, but I love hearing from all of you and I hope that this chapter lives up to everything you guys expected.

To my beta for this chapter, Gabi: Thank you so much for the help doll. I loved chatting with you and I appreciate your help so much.

This chapter is based on 3 episodes so spoiler alerts. 4x25 "To Hell..." , 4x26 "...And Back" , 5x01 "Nameless, Faceless"

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Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened that day. Sometimes you do everything right, everything exactly right, and still you feel like you failed. Did it need to end that way? Could something have been done to prevent the tragedy in the first place? 89 murders at the pig farm. The deaths of Mason and Lucas Turner and make 91 lives snuffed out. Kelly Shane will go home and try to recover, to reconnect with her family, but she'll never be a child again. William Hightower, who gave his leg for his country, gave the rest of himself to avenge his sister's murder. That makes 93 lives forever altered, not counting family and friends in the small town of Sarnia, Ontario, who thought that monsters didn't exist until they learned that they spent their lives with one. And what about my team? How many more times will they be able to look into the abyss, how many times before they won't ever recover the pieces of themselves that this job takes? Like I said, sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened that day. Sometimes, the day just...ends. - Aaron Hotchner

I told you to make a deal. I told you that if...

... team can't stop me. Nothing can stop me. This is all your fault, Aaron. You...

If you think that this is over, that I'm done with this now, you are wrong...

... Wake up, Aaron. I'm not done with you, yet.

Everything felt heavy, his chest ached and his skin felt painfully numb, while his insides burned like they'd been ignited on fire. He felt the dull ache in his stomach, and he felt like he wanted to vomit from the sudden onslaught of pain as a pressure was added to it. He cried out sharply and tried to curl his body in to protect it, but his body was too weak to stop it. He forced his eyes open and felt his breath catch in his throat as he came face to face with George Foyet.

"Welcome back, Aaron."

Aaron groaned and gritted his jaw as the man pressed harder on the wound before Aaron cried out again and let out a soft sob of pain. Foyet laughed softly and tilted his head. "Does that hurt?" His eyes narrowed and darkened as he lifted his knife and traced down along the open slice that ran just under the left side of Aaron's ribs. "Do you feel that all the way down? Deep inside you, Aaron?" He chuckled, lifted his knife from the wound, and trailed it along Aaron's skin, to just above his belly button. Aaron's breathing became shallower as Foyet looked him in the eye then forcefully shoved the knife into his body. The bark that escaped Aaron's throat was sharp and he threw his head back as he felt the knife drag upward under the bottom of his sternum and was pulled out. Aaron panted lightly and swallowed hard as he felt Foyet shift and Aaron waited for another blow.

He forced his mind far away, as far away as he could. He wanted to picture something that wouldn't let him feel this. He needed to picture something that could comfort him as he stared his own mortality in the face, at the hands of the man who he'd pledged to catch. He pictured Jack, swinging on a swing and laughing with his mother. He pictured birthdays, school assemblies, sports games... He felt the knife plunge into his chest, just under his collarbone and drag along to the top of his sternum; not as deep but just as painful. He gritted his jaw and felt a tear glide down his cheek as Foyet laughed and smacked him across the cheek with the back of his hand. Aaron's focus turned to Emily, their babies; then his body went cold.

Emily.

The babies.

Foyet.

Aaron opened his eyes and glanced at Foyet, watching the man as he traced the tip of the knife along his skin, plotting his next entry wound. Aaron's eyes darted around. She wasn't here. There was no evidence of her on the floor. His heart rate began to speed up, and then the pain became too much and he felt blackness close in on his vision and his body slumped to the side. He felt like he was underwater. He couldn't hear anything except the rushing of his blood in his ears and he relaxed into the carpeting.

I think I'm going to go home with PG. She's not taking this well. She needs someone to be with her, and I don't think Kevin will be able to talk her down the way I will. I'll be home tomorrow afternoon. I promise.

Her words echoed in his head and he was comforted by that. She wasn't home. She was safe, miles away tucked into the eclectic apartment of the tech analyst that had seen almost too much while she'd been in Canada assisting the team. The blonde analyst had gone above and beyond for the team this time and he knew she was having a hard time dealing, especially after watching their bed-ridden unsub be shot. He had known, the moment he'd seen the way Garcia was shaking and in shock that Emily wouldn't be coming home with him that night.

They'd come a long way in the span of a week and a half. They'd taken to talking about their issues a little more. Aaron had explained why he'd been so hurt, and Emily had in turn explained that perhaps she could've handled the entire situation better than she had. They'd discussed his nightmare, how he couldn't handle missing out on her life, and the lives of their children. She'd laughed softly and said that she never would've allowed it. Her pride be damned. It was a slow progression. They still had a long way to go, but they'd made progress. He felt the weight on his body lift and suddenly a tidal wave of pain washed over him, bringing him back to the present. His eyes opened and he watched as Foyet stood over him, the knife dripping precious rubies of blood onto the floor. He panted softly as he looked down at Aaron, then a slow smile spread across his face as he took in his handiwork.

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The back of her hand pressed to her mouth as she relinquished control of the scene to the FBI techs and police. She made it outside the apartment in time to throw up into a garbage pail and coughed hard as she doubled over. The heel of her hand pressed into the corner of her mouth as she wiped at her lips and caught her breath. She braced her hand against the wall in the hallway and panted softly as her eyes slipped shut and she willed her tears away. She'd catalogued everything in the apartment. Nothing seemed out of place to her, the only thing that was slightly off was in his address book. She closed her eyes and swallowed down the second rush of bile she felt building in her throat.

What the fuck had happened here?

She accepted a paper towel from one of the techs and wiped her hand and mouth clean then threw it away in the garbage before stepping back inside. She eyed his sofa, her mind recalling so many memories of them as a family on it and her hands shook as she tucked her hair behind her ear. He needed to be okay; he needed to be safe. She felt her stomach lurch again as she passed the sofa and looked down at the pool of blood on the white carpeting. She licked the corner of her mouth and chewed on her lip, her teeth tugging and pulling at the tender flesh until she tasted blood and felt a slight sore developing there. She ran her hand over her face before one of the techs gestured to her. She walked over and nodded as they spoke about having collected samples of the blood and liquid from the shattered glass. They hadn't found the bullet from the wall, but they were still looking. She nodded her thanks and jolted as her phone rang. Garcia's smiling face was presented on the screen and she had no trouble excusing herself from the tech as she answered her phone with worry building tight in her chest. "Talk to me, Garcia."

As Garcia spoke of the John Doe with Morgan's credentials, Emily frowned and shook her head. None of this was making sense. Aaron missing, the blood pool, Morgan's creds on a John Doe. Her heart sank as her eyes shut and she felt everything in her shut down for a moment as she murmured to Garcia with sudden bone chilling clarity, "The Reaper. Foyet took Morgan's creds." Garcia asked her a question but Emily's mind was already working four steps ahead of the blonde. She needed to get to the hospital. She needed to see him. She needed to be absolutely certain that Aaron, her Aaron, was going to be fine. She needed to see his chest moving, needed to feel his warm hand in hers, needed to hear the reassuring beeping on the machine signifying his still beating heart. Her priority right now was ensuring his safety. Protocol be damned. She needed to get to him.

"What hospital did you say again?" She listened carefully as Garcia spoke and very nearly hung up on the blonde as she began to make her leave. "I'll call you with an update when I get there." She hung up and raced out of the building to her FBI issue SUV. She was out of her spot, lights and sirens on within what felt like milliseconds to the brunette. There was no time to wait, no time to sit and think about what she was doing. She needed to get the hell out of there. St. Sebastian's. She said silent prayers to each and every deity she could think of, her hands gripping the leather steering wheel with ferocious strength and her knuckles went white with the effort. She prayed in every language she knew, bargained with every deity she could think of; nothing seemed like enough. Nothing would ever seem like enough if she lost him. She sobbed as she drove, her eyes watering and one hand swiping angrily at the tears as she maneuvered through traffic.

The hospital came into her view and she hit the gas harder. She was so close. He was right there. Her hands shook as she parked and ran into the building. Her heels clicked on the cement as she neared the entrance and she heard only the sound of her heart thundering in her ears as she entered the building. Her badge was out and in the face of the woman behind the desk before she could speak and the woman calmly informed her of the room and floor number as Emily tried to get her breathing under control. 381. Room 381. She glanced at the elevator and quickly got on. Her body leaned to the wall of the elevator as it began its climb. She cleared her throat as the doors opened and she made her way to the nurses' station in purposeful, long strides. "I'm with the FBI. I'm here for Agent Aaron Hotchner. I believe you have him listed as a John Doe." The nurse nodded and pointed at the room in the very corner of the hallway. Emily approached it quickly, practically running down whoever was in her way. She stopped at the door and stared at him in the bed.

Oh, Aaron...

She sniffled slightly then noticed the doctor in the room. "Are you his doctor?"

The woman turned and nodded. "I am. You are?"

Emily flashed her credentials with a tight-lipped smile and nodded. "SSA Emily Prentiss, I'm with the FBI."

The doctor nodded. "He's clearly not Agent Morgan. Does he-"

"He's the supervisor of our team. SSAIC Aaron Hotchner." Emily watched as notations were made and she cleared her throat. "I don't have any of his emergency information on hand, but you can call Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia at this number." Emily handed over a standard issue business card with the FBI headquarters number on it. "And she'll be able to provide you with whatever you need." She nodded at Aaron. "How is he?"

"He was stabbed nine times, but no major arteries were hit. It's a miracle he's alive."

Emily nodded and swallowed hard as she silently thanked all the deities she'd prayed to for hearing her pleas. Her voice was quiet as she spoke and stepped into the room, standing by the bottom of his bed, her hands just itching to touch him. She took a few more steps, standing next to the side of his bed with her hands knit in front of her as she picked nervously at her nails. "When will he wake up?"

"Anesthesia should wear off within the hour. He's bound to be out of it."

Emily nodded her understanding as she looked at Aaron and took a slow breath in. She looked down at him as she fought to get control of her emotions again, knowing that she was doing a poor job of it. "May I stay here?"

"Of course."

Emily's body nearly went limp at the affirmative answer and she gave a weak nod and smile. "Thank you." She looked around and grabbed a chair, pulling it close to his bed and taking a seat. She looked at all the machines keeping him alive with wide eyes and she sighed heavily. Her hands immediately sought his out on the bed and she cupped it gently. "I'm here, Aaron. I'm here. You're safe now, I promise. Nothing is going to happen to you." She ran her thumb along his skin and couldn't stop the whisper soft murmur as she looked his body over, "What has he done to you?"

"Agent Prentiss?"

Emily turned and stood as the doctor returned. "We've got all his information sent over. Can you just verify a couple things for me?"

She inhaled deeply. "Absolutely." She accepted the chart from the doctor and looked it over, her eyes pausing as she saw something that could help the team on Aaron's chart. She almost chuckled at the irony. He was stabbed nine times, out cold from anesthesia and he still was somehow able to contribute to the case. She glanced at him and then headed out. He was safe. She needed to help the team.

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He woke feeling exceptionally groggy and his body aching. He opened his eyes and was met with the face of a woman he didn't recognize. He took a slow breath in and spoke in a weak, husky voice, "Emily..." He could smell her perfume in the air. She'd been here. He needed to see her. He needed to confirm that she was safe. That their future was safe. He swallowed and licked his lips as he made his request again, "Emily..." The doctor nodded and gave him a slight grin before finishing the test and heading to the door. He heard her speak softly then was rewarded with the sight of Emily coming to the side of his bed. Her lips upturned just a fraction at seeing his dark eyes and her hand sought his for a moment then she glanced at the rest of the team as his eyes slipped shut. He didn't care who else was in the room. He had Emily with him and that was comfort enough.

He sighed as she released his hand. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital." Rossi.

"How did I get here?"

"Foyet drove you." Morgan.

The voices were recognizable and he silently thanked Emily for not speaking yet. She was letting him figure out which members of the team were seeing him this weak. She was letting him get comfortable with that idea all on his own. Emily looked to JJ, seeing if the blonde had anything to add, but was greeted with a sad silence. Then, like manna from God, Emily's warm voice sounded in the overwhelmingly clinical silence and filled Aaron's ears, "Can you remember what happened?"

Every goddamn detail. He remembered it all. How painful each stab was, how hard he fought to stay alive, how as the pain increased he almost considered giving up; how worried he'd been for her safety. He ignored her question; there was no reason to share those visions. Not yet. Not now. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "What did he take? The Reaper always takes something from his victims; do we know what he took?"

"There was a page missing from your day planner in the address section; the B's."

His eyes opened as he looked at Emily, his worry suddenly back. She was safe but his first family. Haley and Jack... No. God. No. His breathing was labored for a minute then he spoke again, his voice suddenly stronger, "What did he leave?"

Emily's soft sigh of confusion was enough to incite him to continue his profiling of Foyet.

"He also leaves something with his victims."

Her heart shattered as she listened to him classifying himself as one of Foyet's victims. It was an accurate description. He was a victim of George Foyet, of the Reaper. He would forever have the Reaper's scars as a reminder of this, but it didn't make classifying the strong, powerful Aaron Hotchner as a victim any easier. He was the last person she'd ever want to see bearing that title. She glanced up, her eyes seeking JJ's as both women felt their concern spike.

"I looked over our whole apartment. Nothing felt out of place." She picked at her nail slightly and shrugged.

"Where are my clothes?"

She frowned slightly then looked and spotted the bag in the corner. She reached for the large clear plastic bag and began pulling things out, her hand shaking as she handed off his bloody and torn up shirt to Morgan. Aaron grabbed the yellow envelope with a badge inside and opened it slowly. A photo of Haley and Jack rested inside the leather case, with his blood smeared on it. His eyes darkened as he glared at the photo and she held her breath as her wide eyes looked between him and the black case shielding whatever was inside from her view.

He dropped his head back and let the case fall from his hand onto his blankets as he released a strangled breath and closed his eyes. He licked his lips and finally realized what Foyet's endgame was. Not to kill him or hurt Emily. He was going to hunt the thing he loved most in the world. He was going to go after Jack, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill Haley to get him. "Haley's maiden name was Brooks. I always listed her in the B's in my personal information in case it fell into the wrong hands. He knows where they live."

"We'll take care of it, Aaron." Rossi nodded and gestured for the team to go, but Aaron spoke quietly. "Emily..." She stopped and turned to look at him. He sighed. "Can you stay with me?"

She looked at the other three and nodded for them to go before taking her seat on the other side of him and resting her hand on his shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere, Aaron. I'll stay." He was fixated on the photo. His eyes taking in the image of his son and ex-wife. She licked her lips as she watched him. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, what he was feeling. She just stroked her fingers along his shoulder, hoping she was providing some amount of comfort to him. An hour passed between them. Silence. Just appreciating that the other was safe, appreciating the other's presence. It was the one thing she could provide and he was taking as much as he could. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that it wasn't until his heart rate began to race that she stood up and saw the doctor come in.

"What happened?"

"I don't know." Emily's heart was racing right along with Aaron's and she nodded and left the room at the doctor's request. She stared in through the glass wall and watched as the doctor and nurse worked to calm him and watched as he panted and stared at the ceiling. It slowly hit her that he was remembering it. He was reliving every second and he was trying to fight it. He was trying to fight the memories. Her phone rang and she watched him be ripped from the memory at the high-pitched ring. She cursed softly and answered it. "Prentiss."

"We've got them."

Her body relaxed as she looked at him then took a step to his room and leaned in. "They're safe." Her lips upturned at knowing that the little boy she loved so much and his mother were both safe and now in the care of the team that she would trust with her own life. She watched as Aaron visibly calmed down and sighed in relief before licking his lips and setting their picture to the side. He gestured for her to come in and she walked in slowly, not wanting to upset him anymore. She stood at the edge of his bed and folded her arms over her chest.

"You were at my place, right?"

She gave a nod to the affirmative.

"Could you tell how he got in?"

It was the one thing that had stumped him this whole time. How had the bastard managed to get in? He had no idea what Foyet could've used to get in. No replica keys, there were none he left outside the apartment. Aaron hadn't let him in. The windows had all been shut. He was genuinely baffled.

"I'm not sure..." She had no idea. There was no sign of forced entry and the only logical thing she could think of was that he'd managed to pick the lock. She tilted her head and sighed. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Aaron sighed and looked away. He couldn't tell her. She didn't need to live with the horror of what had happened. It was bad enough he was going to have to live with it. He shook his head then looked up at her. "I don't know. After he stabbed me the first time, it all goes blank."

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"You're going to be a big boy and take care of Mommy, right?"

Jack nodded as Emily crouched in front of him and ran her hand over his hair. Her eyes watered as she looked into his innocent face. He meant the world to his father, and he'd quickly grown to mean very much the same thing to Emily. She licked her lips as she glanced over her shoulder, checking on Aaron, who was speaking with Haley. She looked back at Jack and rubbed her nose against his gently. "I love you very much, Jack. I love you very much and so does your daddy. I want you to know that, okay?" She nodded encouragingly and opened her arms for a hug.

His tiny arms wrapped around her neck and she rubbed his back while holding him tightly to her as she absorbed the feeling of holding him for the last time for an undetermined amount of time. She closed her eyes and breathed in his soft scent and let tears track twin paths down her cheeks for a moment before swiping at them quickly. He pulled back and she sighed a soft breath of laughter as he smiled at her.

"Love Em'ly."

She nodded, "Me too, buddy."

"Mommy!"

She watched as Jack moved over to Haley, who was now outside the room. Emily sighed and stood, her breath coming in shaking inhales as she watched from outside the room, her thumbnail trapped between her teeth as she gnawed at it before walking away. "I need to go." She wasn't sure who she was speaking to, she just said it and left. Her feet took her away, giving her space as she paced the long corridor looking out on the parking lot. She rolled her lips into her mouth and sighed. This was going to be hard for everyone, but she knew it was going to damn near kill Aaron.

The footfalls of several people grew louder and she looked up as the team approached, with Haley at the front of the group, Jack nestled safely in her arms. She stopped next to Emily, both women staring each other pointedly but warmly. "You'll take care of him?"

"Always." Emily nodded.

Haley reached forward, hugging the brunette awkwardly around the boy in her arms and the brunette's rounded belly. She stepped back, her eyes lined with wetness. "You take care of yourself, too. They need you to be healthy." She sniffled and wiped at her eyes with her fingers as a tear broke free. "I can't wait to meet them."

Emily nodded and laughed softly. "I'll need all the guidance I can get from you."

The U.S. Marshall tucked his hand on Haley's shoulder. "We've got to go."

Haley sighed and looked at the whole team one more time. "Say goodbye Jack." The boy waved sadly from his perch on his mother's hip and then they were gone. Emily watched as they headed out to their car and murmured softly, "We have to get this son of a bitch."

Was it everything you guys expected? Did you like it? We all know what's coming up for Hotch, Emily, and Haley, but I'm going to try and keep this from being too sad. I hope you guys will stay with me and I hope to hear from all you through that adorable little box with the blue button just beneath this note. - xoxo, babygurl0506