[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Can I borrow the computer, Jimmy?" Oliver asked.

"Of course, what information do you want to check?" Jimmy turned on the computer screen on the side. He is not only a forensic doctor, but also a crime scene investigator and technician.

"No, I need to contact our technician. My computer should have a backup of the things I wrote that year." Oliver said and called Garcia in Washington, "Ms. Garcia, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, you always need me. Tell me, what do you want to check?"

"Garcia, can you access my computer?"

"You mean, the one where I helped you modify the program?"

"Yes."

"Oliver, tell me he's plugged in? If not, there's nothing I can do."

"He should be on standby."

"Okay, let me try. Hacking someone's computer, I haven't done this in a long time. Oh, Oliver, they shouldn't hear it? I don't want too many people to know about this, I mean My last sentence."

"Probably?" Oliver blinked.

"Okay, I found your computer. Although it is convenient for me to contact him with the computer turned on all the time, it will do a lot of damage to the hardware. Remember to turn it off when you leave next time. What are you looking for?"

"A folder. Well, the file name is in Chinese, and there is a document inside."

"Let me take a look. Oliver, you don't mind if I look through the files on your computer? He's a bit hard to find."

"It's okay, just look at it." Oliver said indifferently, there was never anything confidential in his computer, except...

"Oliver, are you sure this is what you're looking for now!" Garcia screamed over there, not panic, not surprise, but... resentment from a single dog.

Then Oliver rubbed the space between his brows with a headache, well, he almost forgot about it, "Garcia, it's a folder with three characters, if you see two characters... don't scream, then do as usual Just turn it off."

Oliver remembered that there were two folders in the computer named in Chinese, and Garcia should have seen one of the folders named lover.

That's right, it's full of photos of Hotch taken by Oliver, secretly taken, and taken with Hotch...

"Oliver, I didn't expect you to take so many pictures..."

Oliver quietly blocked the phone's sound outlet.

"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked.

"Nothing." Oliver smiled.

"Garcia, are you still there?" Feeling that Garcia's surprise was almost over, Oliver asked again.

"Oh, I'm here. Is this what you're looking for? It's called Notepad. I checked it with translation software."

"Yes, that's it, can you send it to. BSU Jimmy Price's computer?"

"no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Oliver finally breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe it's time to replace these photos with paper, and at least buy two or three large photo albums.

Then Oliver needs to fight with this pile of words.

As for the people who took things, it was Oliver and Prentiss.

After all, they had to deal with some people on the road, and the temperament of Hotch and Reid really didn't match.

Look at Hotch's upright, stern face that almost doesn't have 'I'm a cop' written on his face.

And throwing a little sheep like Reid into the shark's mouth is not wise at all.

Rossi is a little older, in case of physical conflict, it is not easy to resolve.

**The spokesperson of BAU who has been working for many years often shows his face on TV. If he is recognized, things will not be good.

Although Morgan doesn't have the above-mentioned problems, he looks too threatening, and it is estimated that he will become the focus of attention as soon as he walks in.If they really just went to the black market to make a small deal, then this little attention is nothing.

But the problem is that they went in to gather information.

In the end, Prentiss and Oliver were the best candidates.

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Oliver wrote two versions in one afternoon, but he rejected both, so he had to take it back to the hotel room and continue writing.

Who knows what he was thinking when he didn't study hard back then?

He also borrowed some facsimiles from the anti-mafia group, and he had to adjust his writing style to suit the tastes of those lunatics, instead of being serious and citing classics.

This feeling is more painful than burning the lights at night to catch up on papers.

"Oliver, aren't you going to bed yet?" Hotch stepped behind his chair.

The FBI has a lot of money to equip each field member of the BAU team with a double suite. Yes, one person has two single beds.

But Oliver and Hotch shared a room, and the twin beds were replaced by double beds.

At that time, facing the teasing expressions of the team members, Oliver justly said that he wanted to save money.

This successfully trained the team members' ability to hold back their laughter.

Hotch glanced at his watch, "It's almost time."

Oliver threw the pen in his hand on the table, and the pen rolled over the stack of papers, constantly changing the paint surface that reflected the light, and was finally blocked by the stacked tomes.

Oliver leaned on the back of the chair and said wearily and helplessly: "I haven't finished writing yet."

He secretly pressed back the sleep-stimulating things like melatonin constantly secreted by the pineal gland in his brain, even though these little guys always came out tenaciously.

"You go to sleep first," Oliver dimmed the light on the desk lamp, "If this light bothers you, I'll write in another place."

"No…" Hotch placed his palm on the back of Oliver's neck and pressed it gently.

In the dim light, the pupils spontaneously dilated in order to see clearly, and the cool blue-green color in Oliver's eyes was partially covered by the dark pupils, making him appear docile instead.

"Then go to sleep." Oliver patted the back of Hotch's hand, said with a smile, and added a powerful sleeping effect to Hotch by the way.

It was Hotch who persuaded Oliver to go to rest, but it turned out to be the other way around.

Oliver has been leaning on the back of the chair without moving. He felt that the sound of the pen rubbing against the paper was too loud, and the sound of medical treatment was too loud. Only when he sat quietly could the room truly be quiet.

Oliver didn't start working again until he heard Hotch's even and gentle breathing, making sure he was asleep.

Reason told him to suppress the hormones secreted by the pineal gland, but the stimulation of sleep made him miss from time to time.

In desperation, Oliver resolutely made a pack of hotel coffee, instant, full of creamer and saccharin taste

Oliver, who hadn't drank coffee for many years, just took a sip and threw the bland drink aside.

Well, maybe in the future, because of the shadow of this time, he will be restrained from even taking a sip of coffee.

Although it was only a small sip, with Oliver's ability, this had a greater impact on him than a normal person drinking ten liters of coffee in a row.

He was not sleepy at all, and even felt that his spirit was so excited that he could find someone to fight at any time, that is to say, his body still felt sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep.

After scratching his hair and contemplating writing the article, Oliver saw himself scratching the hair all over the floor with his hands due to excessive excitement, and suddenly thanked that he had the ability to mutate and would not have the trouble of baldness.

You must know that Lim has pure British blood.

It was still night outside the window.

The cold moonlight spilled in, intertwined with the warm-toned lights.

Oliver turned off the desk lamp, leaving only a dark blue in the room, and the cool night breeze was brought in.He wrapped his pajamas tightly and rolled into bed.

Of course, he could only lie on the bed symbolically, the caffeine's physical activity made him sleepless, and he could only keep his eyes wide open, looking at Hotch's sleeping face.

Maybe, hold Hotch.

Under the blessing of Oliver's high-intensity sleeping effect, Mr. Detective had already fallen into a deep sleep, and he was unaware of Oliver's movements, nor did he notice Oliver's gradually closing arms.

Oliver doesn't have the habit of holding things when he sleeps, but isn't he awake now?

That night, Mr. Detective had a dream of being entangled in hands and feet by a giant black python. It was not a nightmare, because this giant python did not seem to be a cold-blooded animal. Its outer scales were soft and warm, and it even rubbed its head against Hotch. jaw.

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The stars are setting in the west, and the morning light is gradually rising.

The light and shadow on the face are constantly changing angles.

Hotch woke up, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Oliver's blue-green eyes.

Oliver blinked, making sure that Hotch had really woken up, and that he wasn't hallucinating again.

"Good morning."

"Morning." Hotch sat up and rubbed his temples, "Did you wake up so early, or did you stay up all night?"

Oliver turned over and collapsed on the bed, "I can't sleep."

Well, it looks like it was a sleepless night.

"Oliver, you can sleep for another 10 minutes, and then..."

"Although I'm quite tired, my mind is still fresh. To be honest, I even doubt if I can sleep tonight." Oliver interrupted him, sighing in despair.

Bright light streams in through the glass windows.

Everything under the light is clearly visible, including the lines on Oliver's iris and the obvious red blood on the eyeballs.The red blood seemed to spread, and it was about to dye the whites of the eyes into light red.

Hotch put his palms over Oliver's eyes, forcing Oliver to close them, and then kissed the tip of Oliver's nose.

And Oliver raised his head slightly, and the kiss fell on his lips. His lips were a little dry, but those dry lines would bring a series of wonderful tactile sensations.

Morning is a good time, but it is not a good time. After all, not everyone has time to have a shot in the morning when time is tight, especially for busy BAU agents.

"Whether you sleep or not, close your eyes and rest for a while." Hotch straightened up.

"Yeah." Oliver whispered, wrapped Hotch's arm, and put his palm over his eyes to block the incoming sunlight.

Hotch relaxed his arms following Oliver's movements, and sat aside without saying a word.Occasionally, he glanced at his watch to make sure Oliver didn't oversleep from being too comfortable.