CM The future I see without you

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The iron gate was locked from the outside.

The boy slowly crawled out from under the dark and damp wooden plank bed, cautiously stuck out half of his black head, his lake blue eyes were filled with tears.

After making sure that it was temporarily safe outside, he crawled out. The cufflinks his mother had chosen for him in the morning had fallen somewhere, and the bow tie his father had tied hung loosely around his neck. There were lines on his delicate arms. The scratches were still oozing blood.

Not daring to get too close to the iron door, the boy chose the darkest corner opposite the room and curled up into a ball. The five-year-old child was sobbing softly like a kitten forgotten on the street corner in a storm.

There was no sound in the room anymore, only the closed-circuit monitoring system display terminal with flashing red lights faithfully recorded everything about the boy for the busy staff on the upper floor 24 hours a day.

**

The handsome black-haired young man has been sitting in the office of BAU director Aaron Hotch for more than an hour. The transparent glass window clearly shows his every move to the profilers not far away. Popular science, everyone gave out a burst of exclamation, of course, it was just the admiration of the two girls.

"So, you mean, Jacquessauniere, a 24-year-old Chinese-French mixed race with an American green card," Derek Morgan, who played the role of a humorous big brother in the group, touched his chin, looked at Reid maliciously, and said, "Just Already have 4 PhDs and [-] masters? Hey, if it wasn't for his black hair, I'd wonder if this is Reid's brother. Or are geniuses mass-produced these days?"

"Actually," Reid retorted earnestly, brushing Morgan's hands off his head, "he, um, I mean Jacquessauniere, actually just got three Ph.D. degrees in mathematics, criminal psychology and Forensic science, his other management science is still in the stage of doctoral dissertation approval, strictly speaking, it is not considered a doctorate yet."

"So what?" Garcia held the tablet and continued to read about the miraculous life of that man. Although his life has only passed 24 years, this resume is already so brilliant that people can't take their eyes off it.

"But his legend does not lie in his degree, oh, look, he is still the sharpshooter in their group, with a black belt in judo, proficient in multiple languages, and successfully prevented a vicious explosion that assassinated the ambassador during a military mission in Syria, oh, Oh my god, my god, look at this, look at this," Garcia shoved the tablet into Emily's arms excitedly, "he's still a cellist! Is he still human! Oh, no, I mean , he is like a god-like existence!"

"So, why is this god-like man sitting in Hotch's office?" Emily wasn't very interested in his talents and skills. .Well, beauty, compared to this, she is more interested in the man's purpose.

JJ came back from the door with a stack of files in his arms, greeted the four people who gathered together for discussion, and said, "Everyone, we have a case."

Rossi followed behind jj. When passing by Reid's seat, he raised his head and saw a familiar figure through the glass window, "Jacques? Why is he here?"

"Wo! So Rossi you know him?" Emily turned her head in surprise and asked.

"Of course." Rossi ignored the four pairs of curious eyes, casually put his bag on a desk, and said, "He is a child of BAU, and it can be understood that he almost grew up in the fbi building. Giden almost thinks of him as his own child."

The four were suddenly silent. Giden's leaving without saying goodbye has always been an unspeakable pain for everyone in BAU, especially for Reid. Inner distress.

The doctor quietly lowered his eyes, and the bright light cast shadows through his slender eyelashes.He stood up, and silently followed Rossi into the analysis room.