A born FBI

After reading all the books, Reid found that almost none of them could be used in practice; but the chances of taking a risk were too small for him to take the risk.

Reid leaned his head against the wall, frowning tightly.

Emily came to Reid's side.

"Take me to Irene's house." Emily said, "She must really want to see the Doctor."

"Yeah, she's a fan of the Doctor." Reid said, "Just like me."

When he came to Irene's house, Reid remembered the look on her face when she ate the pasta she made that day.

"They said, she's born to bean FBI." Emily said, "But, none of them have ever known the price to be born FBI."

Reid looked at Emily and saw tears on her face that he had never seen before.

"Reid, I seem to have foreseen the end, but I don't have the courage to admit it." Emily's voice trembled. "I dare not admit it. I was three days late and lost her life."

"She's gonna make it, Emily." Reid said.

"Irene was shot for the first time when she was seven years old, Scoliosis orchestrated the abduction, and when the bullet detonated, the fragments went from the back into the chest of seven-year-old Irene, which was the reason for her being in a coma for a year. Emily said, "It's in the same position as the bullet now, and I wouldn't blame her if she gave up."

Emily took a deep breath: "I know how harditis."

"She'll be back, Emily." Reid said.

The hand that picked up Irene's book couldn't stop shaking.

Perhaps because I went to Afghanistan as a child, Irene has a soft spot for the works of Afghan-born writer Khaled Hosseini.

Reid put "The kiterunner" and "And the mountain sechoed" in his hand, and "John Smith's Confession" next to him into the bag, and left with Emily.

"Kid!" Morgan hurried out.

Reid looked at Morgan suspiciously.

"She's awake. She made it!!"

Morgan hugged Reid, so excited that he couldn't control it; Reid realized that the two men hugged in front of the ward.

Emily rushed in immediately.

"Mamily!" Irene smiled trustingly when she saw her.

"Oh, my sleeping beauty!" Emily burst into tears with excitement.

"Welcome back, baby." JJ and Garcia held Irene and refused to let go.

"Girls, you're gonnastrangle Irenetodeath." Hotch reminded at the right time, "Welcome, Agent Astrid."

Morgan stepped forward and kissed Irene: "You always know how much I love you."

"Yeah, sure Ido." Irene squeezed Morgan's cheek.

"She's the only woman to do that to Derek Morgan," Rossi said calmly.

Everyone looked at Irene with happy smiles.

Our little girls back.

Everyone looked at Reid who was standing there dumbfounded, and retreated out in a tacit understanding.

"Hi!" Reid walked towards Irene and sat down on the edge of the bed, "Ibrought your favorite books."

"Yout old me last time Reading does no good to asick person." Irene said.

Reid suddenly hugged her.

"So I'm gonna read them to you."

"Spencer, I'm not a little girl who counts son bed stories." Irene said.

"You'll be one since you got me." Reid said.

He knew that there was not much to say between them.

"So, it starts tonight," Irene said.

"Yeah, ifyoulike." Reid stroked her hair, deeply embracing the beating life in her arms.

Dear God, Thanks!

Thanks for sending her back.

"Spencer, I'm thirty." Irene tugged at Reid's sleeve.

Reid poured a glass of warm water and returned to Irene.

After drinking the water, Irene lay down and prepared to sleep for a while, but Reid fished Irene under the quilt into his arms.

"You've been asleep for a long time, talk to me now."

"Spencer, you are not as gentle as JJ said."

She protested, but rested her head on his shoulder and the pit of his neck.

"Peoplechange, Irene." Reid put his arms around her, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

"Story, Spencer." Irene reminded in his arms.

"It was many and many years ago,

Inaking dombythe sea,

Thatamaidentherelivedwhomyoumayknow

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maidens lived with no other thought

Thanto love and beloved by me.

Shewasachild and Iwasachild,

Inthis king domby the sea"

Listening to Reid's pleasant tone, Irene continued.

"But we loved with a love that was more than love

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

And this waste season on that, longago,

Inthis king dombythe sea,

AwindblewoutofacloudbynightchillingmyAnnabelLee;

Sothattherhighbornkinsmancame

Andbore her away from me,

Toshutherupinase pulchre

In this kind of domain by the sea."

"Irene, when you out of this room, move into my flat." Reid said, "You need to be cared, especially by me."

"It's just ten moves, Spencer, from my flattoyours." Irene said.

"Yes, If got this," Reid said, "Then I shall move into your flat."

Irene was amused.

"Derek said your humoral ways failed to work, but it did work this time."

"You always get me." Reid said, "I know you do, Irene, you understand every cold joke It old."

"They'refunny, Spencer." Irene raised her head and said seriously.

She always laughs when she thinks it's funny, and last time Hotch's rare joke didn't hit her point, so she didn't laugh either.

"Of course, they are."

Reid pressed his lips to hers soft ones.

Irene blinked her long eyelashes twice, and gently put her left hand on Reid's shoulder.

"Now, sleep. Andremember, you're responsible home." Reid said, "I'm here, Irene, neverleave."

Never leave you alone in a room again.

The next afternoon, Irene developed a high fever.

Reid immediately called the doctor.

Irene's fever went down quickly, but Reid noticed something was wrong.

"Doctor, when Irene has a fever, she has difficulty breathing and her complexion is pale. Please give her a detailed examination."

Reid had a bad guess in his mind, but he chose to ignore it.

This time, happiness is by his side, and God will not take it away like this.

When the BAU team asked to discharge Irene, Reid uncharacteristically objected.

"The doctor asked Irene to observe for another two days."

"Reid, are you hiding something from us?" Emily asked.

"No." Reid said, "before Irene"

"Guys!"

But Morgan's anxious voice came from the ward.

"Doctor!!" Garcia ran out of the ward.

Reid and Emily quickly returned to the ward.

Irene's face was pale, her breathing was short, and the knuckles of her hands caressing her heart were astonishingly pale.

"Irene!" Reid hugged Irene, "Oxygen, where is the oxygen?"

When the medical staff arrived, Irene had already entered a comatose state.

"Doctor. Reid." The attending doctor walked towards Reid, "According to your request, we conducted a detailed examination on Agent Astrid and found that she suffers from severe rheumatic heart disease."

"Is it possible to have surgery?" Reid knew that rheumatic heart disease could be treated with surgery.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. Reid." The doctor shook his head, "Agent Astrid has just undergone a major operation, which is near the aorta of the heart, and she cannot perform another operation."

"Impossible." Emily said, "Irene has received very strict training since she was a child, and it is impossible for her heart disease to hide unnoticed during the training."

"Rheumatic heart disease is both hereditary and acquired. Agent Prentiss, there are many patients who have not been detected before the onset of sudden death." The doctor said, "Agent Astrid was severely hit before, and the location where he was shot was in the near the aorta of the heart, causing very serious damage to her heart."

"There's no cure?" JJ asked.

"If it's just rheumatic heart disease, you can wait for time before surgery. Agent Astrid has both mitral regurgitation and aortic stenosis. With her recent surgery, she has no time to wait. Even if she can wait, her The mitral valve is out of the question due to the high fever last night. I'm sorry, everyone, Agent Astrid's heart failure is beyond repair and her time is running out."

Emily slammed into the door behind her as she turned around, and JJ scrambled to grab her.

"Hey."

"The previous operation caused aortic valve stenosis, and Irene's heart disease has been hidden for a long time." Reid said quietly, "When we found her in the hotel, she was already in a shortness of breath, but Oscar's shooting diverted us attention."

"Kid" Morgan looked at Reid.

"I'm not fine, Morgan." Reid said honestly, "Infact, I'm feeling bad now."

Reid looked up. "Sometimes I wish I could observe rougher. I want to be with her."

"Take as much time as you need." Hotch said, "And weare here for you, and Irene."

"Thank you, Hotch."

Reid walked into the ward and saw Emily standing by the window, staring at Irene in a daze.

"She is always gentle and never gets angry. I have been looking forward to what it will be like when this girl who has been gentle since she was a child gets angry."

Reid was silent, Emily continued talking.

"Irene loved it when I took her away from home to the Skylands when we were little. Reid, she doesn't say it when she likes someone, but anyone can tell. She doesn't Liked a certain boyfriend of mine and almost kicked him out of Saudi Arabia. So I never thought that Irene, who doesn’t need to analyze emotions in front of me, could be the best undercover agent in Interpol. Then I understood, because Irene trusts me. She has been telling me on the phone that when you don't reject her so much, she will give you the edition of "John Smith's Confessions" that she treasures. I think you have found it before. "

"Yeah." Reid said, "Emily, I know this is a bit too much to ask, but——can you let me stay with her for the rest of the time?"

"Yeah." Emily handed a note to Reid with red eyes, "If she wants to go to this place after waking up, take her there. She already has too many regrets in her life."

Irene woke up at noon on the third day.

"Hi! Sleepy." Reid offered his own good morning kiss, "You slept for a long time again."

"Spencer," Irene said, "I want to go somewhere."

"Okay, but you have to get dressed first."

Reid puts his coat on for her.

"In the future, no matter where you go, I will accompany you."

Irene looked at Reid, resting her head on his arm.

"Then can I not walk by myself?"

Reid picked her up: "Of course."

The other members of the BAU looked at Reid's back, bitter emotions were devouring everyone.

They've lost colleagues, but they haven't experienced the grief of watching them slowly die without being able to do anything about it.

Years of severe cold in Russia and Oscar Dalle's video tape directly caused Irene's illness, and by the time it was discovered, she was already exhausted.

When he came to the place where Irene lived in childhood, Reid was surprised to find that Irene's house was near the place where he lived when he was a child.

Irene walked step by step into the apartment of her childhood.

The swing in the backyard is where Dad holds her and tells stories

The sofa in the hall is my mother's favorite Italian style

The kitchen seems to be able to see the busy figure of mother

and the seven-year-old who occasionally makes trouble

"When I was young, there was a very knowledgeable professor of literature nearby. She often looked out the window of her house. Once, I brought her a bouquet of lavender."

Irene was lost in memory.

"In the future, every time I go downstairs to their house, she will give me a book. Throw it from the window, and then I will send her a lot of lavender, and she will give me a lot of books."

"That house over there?" Reid pointed to the house behind the window.

"Well." Irene nodded, "She talks to me occasionally. She said her son is a genius and went to college very early, but after he went to college, he went home to see her less and less often."

Reid hugged Irene from behind, kissing her cheek lightly.

"and after?"

He didn't want to tell her that they had missed so many years.

He was afraid that his regrets would exceed the range he could bear, and he could not help but scold God for being unfair.

"Later, I don't remember. The day before I went out to find my father, she seemed to be sent somewhere. There was a lot of noise in the house that day. I wanted to go and see, but I couldn't open the door, Professor And I didn't stand in front of the window anymore, like she used to wait for me to chat with her at two o'clock."

"Irene." Reid couldn't control his voice and just hugged her tightly.

"Spencer" Irene panted slightly, "I can't breathe."

"Going to see other places?" Reid lowered his strength.

Irene nodded and walked around the house, taking Reid's hand.

"Here."

Irene opened the door of the cabinet and took out the kite inside.

"When I was young, I liked flying kites with my dad." She looked at him with a beautiful but weak smile. "I was too young at that time, and the kite was too big. I always had to run for a long time to fly the kite."

Thinking about it, at that time, she already had a heart problem, otherwise how could she be out of breath after running a few steps.

It's just that she has always been thinner than ordinary children, and her mother always tried her best to balance her diet. After all, when she was a child, she was not different from ordinary people except that she was a little thinner.

"It's beautiful, even after so many years." Reid looked carefully at the kite in her hand, accidentally caught a glimpse of Irene's pale face, "Let's go back, shall we?"

Irene, who is always easy-going, shook her head: "Spencer, I want to fly a kite."

Reid pursed his lips tightly: "I'll put it down, you just hold the spool."

"Yeah." Irene nodded.

The sunshine in the backyard made the corners of Irene's mouth rise unconsciously.

The way Reid ran made her laugh.

"Spencer, you must be less into sports than I am."

Irene looked at the running Reid.

"Yeah." Reid said, "You know me too well. However, I am very good at flying kites—the reason why kites can float and fly in the air is supported by the force of air, which is called lift. When in the air, the air will be divided into upper and lower layers. At this time, the air passing through the lower layer of the kite is blocked by the kite surface, the air flow rate decreases, the air pressure increases, and the kite rises. Suction the kite up. The lift force is produced by this air pressure difference."

"So a kite flying in the air, in addition to receiving the lifting force of the air, is also subject to the downward pressure of the air. This pressure is called resistance; if the resistance is less than the lifting force, the kite can fly in the air. If the angle is placed at the bottom, the resistance will increase, and the kite will only fly far away; if it is placed at the top, the lift will increase, and the resistance will decrease, so the kite will fly high." Irene took Reid's principle, "These I I knew it when I was very young, but I still can't fly the kite. Spencer, there is always a gulf of experience between theory and practice."

"I've already stepped over, look!" Reid raised his chin, making Irene look up.

Irene watched the kite fly and picked up the spool in her hand.

"Spencer, you are really good at flying kites!"

Reid looked at her smiling face, walked back to her, and took her into his arms: "Well. But I always fall off the chain when I need to be good at things."

Irene's hand holding the spool gradually dropped, Reid tried to suppress the pain in his heart, and hugged the pale-faced Irene tighter.

"Sorry, Spencer." Irene knew her life was coming to an end.

In Intercontinental's room, she knew that something was wrong with her heart.

"I'm gonna be fine." Reid looked at the girl in his arms, "I'm not fine now, but, I promise, Irene, I will be fine."

She looked at his face, his expression was extraordinarily gentle under the sunlight, and she felt a little pain in her heart when she looked at it.

"Spencer, finish 'Annabelle Lee,' will you? But I don't want to hear the last paragraph."

"it is good."

Reid held her, leaning against the end of a white swing.

"The angels, not half so happy in the heaven

Wentevnyingherandme

Yes! That water season (as all men know, in this king domby the sea)"

Reid paused, and in the most gentle and pleasant tone, recited the verses that fit his current state of mind so well.

"That the wind came out of the cloud,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee."

Reid saw the kite flying away in the sky suddenly, hugged Irene in his arms, and continued to read the unfinished poem.

"Butourloveitwasstrongerbyfarthanthelove

Ofthosewhoreolderthanwe

Of many far wiser than we

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Northedemons down under the sea,

Caneverdissevermysoulfromthesoul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Forthe moon never beams without bringing medreams

Of the beautiful Annalbel Lee"

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