CM The future I see without you

"Aaron Hotch, hello."

"Natalie, congratulations on your transfer." Hotch smiled and congratulated the capable old friend with long brown hair in front of him.

"This is Agent Morgan," Hotch introduced, leaning slightly, "Oh, this is…"

"Jacob." The woman brushed her hair beside her ear, blinked, and said, "Long time no see."

Although Jacques knows that it is very possible to meet someone he knows in the metropolis, but if it is an old acquaintance who hooked up for information before but was ruthlessly rejected by him after the mission, oh my god, forget it!

"Hey, Nat, uh, long time no see." Jacques greeted Morgan awkwardly under Morgan's watching eyes.

"Don't worry, I didn't expect to meet you on this occasion." Natalie shrugged and said, "Find that bastard first, I think we will have enough time to catch up."

"I think so." Hotch patted Jacques on the shoulder meaningfully.

"Okay. Now it's working time." Natalie turned around, opened the door for the BAU profilers, and said, "According to the poison test of the victim, it was determined to be meth, but the source has not been found."

The footsteps of everyone came to a large whiteboard, which was covered with various information.

"The 290 intercity bus departed from the Red Line station at [-]am, went six stops to Longen Park, and then, right here, got into an accident," Natalie said.

Morgan thought for a while and asked, "What do those people related to Japanese religious extremists say?"

"Very beautiful, official denial of everything and expression of resistance to terrorism." Natalie said helplessly, "We also found relevant proof of absence."

"Those victim findings?" Hotch asked.

"We checked the surveillance video of the station." Natalie replied, "Everyone was still alive and in the car, and we checked the bodies, and there was no suicide attack."

Not knowing whether it was a blessing or a pity, she sighed and said, "These people are almost typical good citizens of the United States. According to the available information, they have almost nothing to do with terrorist attacks or poison gas."

"If nothing can be found here," Hotch said, feeling a little tricky, since the foreign office is connected to the FBI's database, he said, "then Garcia probably won't find anything either."

"Jacob." Natalie called suddenly and softly.

Jacques was taken aback suddenly, looking at the smiling woman, his eyes were full of innocent confusion.

"Are you... all right?"

"Oh, oh." Jacques touched his chin, looked at the bus line marked in bright red, and asked, "Have you checked the surveillance video?"

Morgan squeezed the boy's shoulder and said, "They've…"

"Oh, I mean," Jacques said, "Have you checked the monitoring of the previous six sites?"

Natalie hesitated for a moment, seeing the technician next to her shake her head in doubt.

**

"...A self-made delayed release device, if this is the case, you can wait for 6 weeks, and the poison gas can be released automatically, which means that we may need to screen people who have boarded the bus within one and a half months."

"Okay." Hotch turned off the phone and said to Reid who was on the scene, "Jacques has been checking the people in the first six stations, maybe there is something to gain."

"If the release device is homemade, maybe he, or they, can make their own gas," Morgan said, handing JJ the coffee.

"Actually, it's very difficult." Jacques frowned, and when he came back from watching the surveillance video, he just heard Morgan's unrealistic conjecture, and retorted, "Aum Shinrikyo spent nearly 3000 million dollars to produce that production. equipment, and the production process is extremely complicated, any slight mistake may kill a person."

"Then we can rule out ordinary people committing crimes." Emily said, "What about skilled chemists, chemical factories, companies and the like?"

Hotch called his computer expert directly and said, "Garcia, I may need you to check all extremist chemists or technologists with a rich background in chemistry in Los Angeles, especially if there are great stressors recently, such as divorce, Death of a loved one or something."

"Oh, okay." Garcia shook the fluffy pen on the other end of the phone and replied, "I'll check it now."

"While Garcia is investigating, I thought you might come over and take a look at this." Jacques said, fetching a glass of water for himself.

The Los Angeles foreign office is not like the BAU analysis room of Quantico headquarters with only one monitor on one wall. Instead, four monitors are placed on the wall with riches and wealth, occupying the entire wall. God knows how painful it is for Jacques to look at it. He feels two eyeballs. It's going to explode.

"But fortunately, I found someone, and it was not in vain." Jacques stopped the screen 10 minutes before the bus drove, and zoomed in on a red car in the upper right corner.

"This man," he said, turning to his companions, "was parked here almost 10 minutes before the bus that was in trouble drove off, and then," Jacques pressed the remote, the video began to play.

Reid and Rossi had just returned from the scene when they saw a middle-aged man get off the bus 1 minute before the bus left and return to a red car in the video.

"Wait," Reid squinted, and suddenly signaled Jacques to stop playing. He squeezed in front of the screen, pointed to a small, indistinct black blob, and asked, "What is this? He's...wait, Jacques, zoom in on this a little bit more, oh, he's washing his hands with this... like he's still wiping his clothes."

"Why did he do that?" Natalie asked.

Jacques glanced at Reid and replied, "You should wash your hands with soap immediately after exposure to the poisonous gas."

Hotch asked, "Has this person been found out?"

Natalie turned on her phone and said, "My folks say this car belongs to Charles Senarak, who lives in Simi Valley and works for Banning Drug Supply."

Hotch was about to say something, when the phone rang, it was Garcia, and he turned the phone into hands-free mode, "Speak, Garcia, everyone is here."

"Hey, I bring you a huge, huge piece of information!" Garcia is indeed BAU's little joy, whether it is her cheerful heart or valuable information, she can always relieve the tense atmosphere.She said: "There are a lot of chemists in Los Angeles, but! One man named Johann Geitman is very special, so special that I fell in love with him at a glance! Two months ago, because of gambling on the work timeline, he was held by his old club. He was fired by Alder Industries, and then he tweeted in outrage that his company would regret everything they had done."

Rossi put down his pen, seeing the same speculation in Hotch's eyes.

Before Hotch could speak, Garcia quickly added: "But I only found his email address, he has no fixed place of residence, and he canceled his mobile phone number two weeks ago."

"Okay, keep checking." Hotch looked at Rossi and said, "D□□id, you and Jacques go check Charles Senarak, we need to talk to him in detail."

**

"I said it because I was in a bad mood." The man leaned forward suddenly, stared straight at the old man who claimed to be the FBI, and said with certainty, "That day was the second anniversary of my mother's death. I missed her so much, so I drove around alone at night. I drove all night, and I was too tired to go to work, so I didn’t get on that bus.”

He turned to the young handsome guy again, and said earnestly: "Listen, I know this matter has a bad influence, and I'm sorry, but I have nothing to do with that, what, what poison gas you said nothing."

Jacques just looked at him without moving his lips.

Rossi continued to ask: "Is it really just because of your mother? Maybe there are other reasons? Like work? Or marriage or something?"

"No." Charles Senarak exhaled slowly before saying.

"Okay." Rossi stood up, held out his hand friendly, and said, "Keep in touch. If you think of anything unusual, you are welcome to call us and provide clues."

"Of course." Charles Senarak shook Rossi back, and Jacques saw his UncleD□□id squint.

They walked out of the office, Rossi looked at Jacques, stretched out his right hand to caress the folds of Jacques' suit, and said: "I can be sure that he has nothing to do with the poison gas incident, but he lied, I think, I can't tell, there is something wrong. "

Jacques twitched the corner of his mouth, took the restless right hand off his shoulder, and said, "It seems that he sweats a lot, ewww, can you not wipe it on my clothes? D□□id? "

"UncleD□□id, thank you."

"At least we know that there is something wrong with his marriage." Jacques said a little regretfully. "I wanted to ask him if he could tell the story of that night backwards. I really wanted to see his expression."

Rossi looked at the child speechlessly, and said, "Unfortunately, we are not his marriage counselors, you should save yourself."

"However, he has problems, and his problems are not small." Jacques said suddenly and seriously.

"How to say?"

"We told him from the beginning that we were here to investigate the poisonous gas. Why did he lie to us? About his marriage?" Jacques looked at a blonde woman in a blue business suit in the corridor and said, "You Look at that woman over there, the one with the blond hair, who stayed outside for at least ten minutes while we were talking and looked at Charles Senarak frequently, and most importantly, did you see that woman's hands?"

"Well," Rossi said, lowering her voice, "office romance."

"Looking at the degree of wear and tear of that wedding ring, they should have been married for a long time." Jacques said as he walked, "Charles Senarak never took off the ring, but that woman's ring was worn on the little finger."

"She needs to hide her marriage? An affair?"

"And that's not all." Jacques paused and said, "Look, my wife just got a promotion."

The walls of the entire corridor are covered with photos and related profiles of excellent employees. Following Jacques' gaze, Rossi was not surprised to see the photo of the strong woman just now, and the frame was still brand new.

"Does the usual marital problem need to go so hard to hide from the FBI?" Rossi turned on the phone, dialed a number, and said, "Garcia, while checking Charles Senarak, I also need you to check his wife, thank you."

Jacques pressed the elevator button and stood obediently beside Rossi.

Rossi hung up the phone, stood on the same line as Jacques, and suddenly realized that he knew the height of the child's shoulders. Thinking about how many women were staring at the child in the office just now, in just ten minutes of conversation, in front of Jacques The coffee has already been changed three times by the attentive female staff.

Do women nowadays like the beautiful boy?A kind of vicissitudes suddenly came to his mind, and he said slowly: "I didn't expect you to be so old. The reasoning just now is very good. Even if you don't rely on that ability, you can do very well now."

The old man who always enjoyed life and didn't care about his age suddenly lamented the passage of time, but Jacques didn't feel sad or angry or anything, he just gave Rossi a strange look, and didn't think about who had been encouraging everyone to go to the bar together a few days ago di...

Rossi didn't care about Jacques at all, he was immersed in his own world, like an old father, and he said, "You are 24 years old. At my age, I don't know how many girlfriends I have had. Even Jason, oh, he is more innocent, but he has gone out with girls before."

He looked at Jacques with hatred, and said, "Girls can't do it, so what about boys? I think Reid is pretty good."

Jacques turned his head suddenly, and found that Rossi's small eyes were full of teasing, and he was half a beat behind before he lowered his head.

Then Rossi saw that Jacob, who had always been skinny and shameless, blushed, and he didn't have the righteousness when he came to play a prank, and he obediently didn't speak.He didn't think that Jacob would be shy at all, and continued: "Before you saw you, you just relied on these eyes, and I don't know how many girls you have attracted, but you are lucky, patronizing the information in their hands, once the mission is over, Just leave them behind. They are even more ruthless and fickle than me!"

Rossi looked into those blue eyes, and the old man's smile suddenly appeared in his mind, his tone softened, and he said, "You are exactly like your mother, and you never take other people's feelings seriously. It's a matter of love and hatred for her innocence. She always said that she wants to enjoy the world and be merciful, but in the end she didn't fall into your father's hands."

Rossi thought of the last time of his old friend, the fearless woman caressing her lover's pale face carefully, without saying a word, without shedding a single tear, he should have thought of the determination of a woman at that time.

He glanced at the 24-year-old Jacques and sighed: "You know, even death can't separate them."

Jacques was silent, he hated people mentioning his parents in such a way of praise and exclamation, but he couldn't refute Rossi.

Because whether it is Rossi or Jason, or other uncles and aunts, they just regard themselves as the orphans of their old friends.All the affection and support they poured into themselves was just for those two long-gone names.

Jacques often wonders, who is he?In that small room in the FBI building, there is only a cello and a child who can't finish reading the files, just an accessory of the love of the parents who died young.