How, "Nameless, Faceless," should have ended.
Note: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters. All quotations will be in italics and taken from the episode mentioned in the title. Also I know that the following scene is highly unlikely given the amount of pain Hotch must have been in but it should have happened so I'm writing it anyway. Plus Hotch is… well Hotchy! He can do anything! (Well maybe not anything. I've yet to see him fly…)
"I will kill you…" Aaron managed to whisper, fighting to remain conscious. He'd been stabbed before but always in places like his arms or shoulders. Never his chest. The pain was almost unbearable.
"Shhh. Don't speak." Foyet said, mockingly gentle. "You've lost a lot of blood. You'll need your oxygen." Then changing the subject. "Do you know how much you have to study the human body, to stab yourself repeatedly and not die? I don't wanna brag but I'm somewhat of an expert." Hotch groaned as Foyet plunged the knife in again; this time somewhere in the groin area. He wasn't sure exactly where. Everything was getting hazy. "Do you wanna see my scars?" Foyet asked, and took off his jacket. He put the knife down on Hotch's abdomen and walked past him to turn on the light.
Hotch's thoughts were all fuzzy, the pain clouding his mind but what he did register was that this would most likely be his only chance to fight back. He didn't know what Foyet had planned for him but he doubted it would be fun. Inhaling sharply he gathered his strength and managed to lift an arm to grab the knife. Foyet, seeing the movement came back over to squat next to him. He reached out a hand. "Awww, did you really think that would help? You're so weak now I bet-" He let out a yell as Hotch managed to thrust the knife upward into Foyet's hip. The man was injured, but not nearly enough to be incapacitated. "You little shit!" Foyet said coming back over to him. "You're going to pay for that you-"But Hotch had managed to drag himself into a sitting position and lashed out and managed to slash the man's face. He fell back, blood spurting from the wound. He was weakened but not as much as Hotch and Hotch knew it was only a matter of time before Foyet was able to overcome him. Quickly, he closed his eyes and let his body go limp. "Okay, now I'm really pissed. You're-" here he saw that Aaron had apparently passed out and gave a small chuckle. With one hand he cupped Aaron's cheek and tilted his head up and the other reached towards the knife. "You know, Sleeping Beauty? I'm not going to kill you. I think I'll-" he grunted.
Aaron, while Foyet's guard was down, had managed to lift the knife and plunge it into Foyet's heart. The man gasped and fell forward. Hotch dragged himself out from under him. There were choking sounds coming from Foyet's throat and Hotch knew that he didn't have to worry about him anymore. However, he was still injured and if he didn't get help fast, he'd bleed to death. Mustering all the strength he could manage he dragged himself across the floor and to the table. Reaching his arm up, he felt around into he found his cell phone and knocked it to the floor. Opening it, he dialed 911.
"Hello, Emergency Services, what's your emergency?" the operator said.
"Foyet… broke into… apartment. Been… stabbed… need… ambulance." He got out. He vaguely heard her telling him that help was on its way. Now that the adrenaline rush was over, things were getting foggy again. He looked over at the now still and silent body. "I told you I would kill you." He muttered, and then blacked out.