CM The future I see without you

"Adong."

The scorching sun in midsummer shines into the room through the white bay windows, and the huge French windows on all sides are opened outwards, allowing hot air to flow in continuously.

"A-Dong." She turned her head, facing her own direction.

Her face was extremely pale, and Jacques saw two lines of tears dripping from her cheeks onto the soft quilt, and only then did he realize that the woman's slender wrists were covered with blue or purple bruises.

It was such a shocking scar, but Jacques took it for granted, he couldn't even feel the fluctuation in his heart.

He approached step by step, his eyes turned around, all the sharp corners of this room were removed, even the smooth bedside armrests were carefully wrapped round after round with thick gauze.

"A-Dong, come to Mom." The woman called softly with tears, "Does it still hurt? Mom is sorry for you, and Mom doesn't want to. Come here and let Mom hug you, okay?"

Jacques stopped suddenly, he felt a villain in his heart struggling violently, the old vicious curses and the pain of whipping surged together, and then he saw his body running out of the room quickly.

"Bang!" The door was locked heavily.

"Adong..."

Again.

Jacques pursed his lips in annoyance, and the headache-inducing crying sounded in his ears, which lasted for a long time.

**

"How long has he been like this?" Emily stood in Reid's place and watched Jacques stare at a piece of paper.

JJ glanced at his watch and said "10 minutes and 25 seconds."

Rossi said that these kids just had nothing to do. He shook his head and went to Hotch with his final report.

Reid stood up, walked over to Jacques, and said worriedly "Hey, Jacques..."

"Guys, 10 minutes ago, an intercity bus in Los Angeles was attacked by poisonous gas. So far, ten people have been killed." Garcia trotted hurriedly to the work room, panting.

Hotch and Rossi came out of the office looking serious, obviously they had the news too. Hotch handed a black folder to Reid and said, "Syria has been attacked by terrorists some time ago. There may be something between the two. The plane took off immediately, everyone, cheer up."

Jacques struggled to recover, and heard Reid flipping through the folder, rambling: "...Tokyo subway attack, religious extremists carried poison gas in plastic bags and pierced it with the tip of an umbrella..."

Jacques felt his head ache more and Rossi put his broad palm on his shoulder, looked at him and asked "Are you okay? If... you can stay here with Garcia."

"No need." Jacques tried his best to look more energetic and focused. He looked at Reid who kept flipping through the files, and asked, "Have you found out what the poisonous gas composition is?"

"The dangerous goods emergency treatment team has rushed to the scene." Garcia clicked on the PDA, and regretfully informed that "there is no inspection report yet."

"Don't worry." Morgan hugged the fat girl and comforted him, "We'll all find out."

"Oh, but," Garcia said, "I just hope you all come back safe."

Jacques took advantage of the time when everyone was picking up their luggage, after thinking and thinking, he still planned to put the small bag of white pills in the drawer into his suit pocket.

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly took on Dr. Reid's piercing little eyes.

Jacques' first reaction turned to look at Rossi, only to find that the old man was still talking to Hotch, he was really relieved.He held the doctor's neck nervously, and said dryly, "What, Reid, do you need me to comfort you too?"

Reid glanced at Garcia who was comforted by Morgan, put Jacques' arm down seriously, and asked, "What is that?"

"What is what?" A pair of blue eyes were full of innocence and innocence.

"Don't play dumb with me, Jacques." Reid replied, staring at the boy's suit.

"Okay, okay." Jacques raised his hands in surrender, and said, "It's just my cold medicine, you know, I'm not in good health, and it's been raining a lot in Quantico lately..."

Reid didn't speak, but still stared at Jacques scrutinizingly.

It's hard for Jacques to describe this feeling, he's tired of his peers testing him but he's glad someone noticed his inner unease.

Reid looked into those lake-blue eyes, and he thought of the sad and empty Scottish folk song "Beautiful Loch Lomond" in "The Blue Bridge", and he remembered what his mother wrote in the letter sent back: You should believe in yourself heart.

"Jacques," Reid heard himself say, "I'm always here, uh, I mean, if you need to."

"Oh." Jacques didn't know why he was dazed again, probably because Reid looked into his eyes, he was so focused, Jacques felt that he was about to be immersed in his beautiful gentle brown eyes.

He replied vaguely, "Of course. How about tonight? I mean, if today can...can be over..."

"Okay." Reid replied with a grin.

Jacques thought he was really stupid, but couldn't help himself to giggle too.

Reid thinks it's fine now, everything is fine.The boy's fair face was as bright as petals, and his eyes, which looked like a cold lake, seemed to be burning with two clusters of fires, which made him toss and turn every night, but when the fire gradually went away, he realized that he just wanted to leave. Get closer and hold it tighter.

"Tell me, how long will they continue to giggle like this?" JJ poked Emily with a gossipy face.

"I don't know." Emily watched with a smirk on Hotch's serious face as he approached the two little fools, "I probably can't laugh anymore."

**

"My soldiers, the Los Angeles Foreign Office has confirmed that there is a poisonous gas." Garcia delivered the latest news to the profilers through the screen.

"Gas is the most volatile nerve agent," Reid said. "Symptoms appear within a few minutes, such as tears and foaming from the mouth and nose, followed by convulsions, paralysis, and suffocation. .”

"The last time it was used was two years ago near Damascus, Syria," Jacques said as he came out of the pantry, still holding a cup.

But Emily was sure that the quilt was definitely filled with water.

"Recently, we have received news that terrorist attacks have mainly targeted some metropolises in the United States," JJ said.

Rossi took the information in Reid's hand, looked at it, and said, "The religious extremists who carried out the terrorist attack on the Tokyo subway 20 years ago are still active. Is it possible..."

"Their organization has two different names, with more than 1000 members scattered all over the world, but only four in the United States." Reid felt that this possibility was relatively low, and he continued, "Their leader has been sentenced in Japan. Life sentence, and he's paralyzed in bed, incapable of giving orders."

"Then we can't rule out that some people use the name of this organization to carry out terrorist attacks." Hotch said.

"Garcia, how many casualties do we currently have?" Jacques asked.

Garcia kept opening one window after another, saying: "There are four men and five women, aged between [-] and [-], and they are the only identities at the moment."

"Victim selection is not limited, it's random," Rossi mused.

"However, poisonous gas is difficult to control, and it evaporates very quickly. It is difficult to operate if you want to target someone." After finishing speaking, Jacques realized that he had robbed Reid of the science, and he avoided looking at Reid. He turned his head awkwardly.

"But among the collateral damage is the suspect's real target." Reid coughed lightly and added.

Hotch glanced at the two, and then said to the computer experts in the group: "Garcia, check the victim's situation, and I need you to pay close attention to whether anyone on the Internet has claimed responsibility for this matter."

"Okay, sir."