CM The future I see without you

After the case was over, everyone in BAU got nearly a week's vacation, and they agreed to stay in Los Angeles for one night before going back, except Jacques.

"Are you sure you're not staying?" Reid asked, putting Jacques' PSP in his bag, "Agent Natalie said she'd take us to a fun bar."

"I have an important date." Jacques put on his coat, saw Reid's froze face, and added in a strange way, "Oh, it's an elder, he finally had a vacation and wanted to see me. "

"Oh, that's right." Reid said with a sigh of relief, "Safe on the road."

"Los Angeles is chaotic at night, so you have to be careful." Jacques hugged Reid gently, and said, "But Nat will take you to have a good time. If you have any questions, just ask her."

Before Reid could feel this warm little embrace, he saw Jacques raise his head suddenly thinking about something, and then jumped out of his chest like a child, rummaging through a pile of documents.

"What are you looking for?"

"Well... my wallet was still here just now..."

Reid sighed and helped find it.

**

Drinking alone in the bar where the demons danced at night, Reid only felt that the steady Natalie in Jacques' mouth was not the same as the woman in front of him.

Although I went to the bar with my companions in Quantico before, played some small games with strangers, made a joke with the girls, and watched Hotch and the others dance, Reid didn’t feel anything unaccustomed to it. I feel very happy and enjoy it.

But now, oh, Morgan and the others are fine, but Reid feels that heavy metal music is still not suitable for him, especially when the conscientious and capable woman whom Hotch and Jacques said is staring at him viciously while drinking strong alcohol, is extraordinarily fidgeting Uneasy.

Reid felt that it was too bad, maybe in Natalie's eyes, he was as unforgivable as the dragon who robbed the princess.

"Why did he hug you?" Natalie said suddenly.

Reid explained again: "He was also suspicious of other drugs at the time, and he was worried about his companions, everyone."

"But you're different." Natalie took another sip of her wine, as if talking to herself.

If this conversation hadn't been repeated three or five times, Reid couldn't guarantee that he could hear the woman's resentment over the deafening music.

"You know what?" Natalie was obviously drunk, she was in a trance, shaking the glass, there was only one sip of brandy in it, she said, "When I first met Jacques, where was it? Oh Uh, Syria. I thought he was an accompanying family member. He is too young, a young man who has just grown up, what can he do? No one has given him good looks."

Reid didn't speak, but silently replaced Natalie with a full glass of wine.

"A young man with only beauty, hey, is he trying to seduce those terrorists?" Natalie didn't know what to think of, with a smile on her lips, she didn't look like a young and promising detective at all, but rather like an old friend Missing the old woman together, she continued, "But later, we all knew his ability."

Natalie jumped forward, looked straight at Reid, startled Reid, and then sat back in her seat with satisfaction.

"You must know." She curled her lips and said, "We didn't believe it before, but after a long time and seeing a lot, everyone knows more or less in their hearts. In fact, it's nothing, war, that's it, every day People are dying, and sometimes they can't even find the body, who cares about it."

She looked jealously at the happy agents on the dance floor in the distance, her smile disappeared, and she said sadly, "He is the one who cares the most. But we can't mention this matter in front of him. Once An officer, are you kidding, you know, it was just a little joke, and Jacques started beating him without saying a word, oh my god, he really hit him on the ground, it hurts me to see it. You know, In the military conflict superiors, uh, fights, everyone thought Jacques was dead. But after a long time, we never saw the officer again, but Jacques had nothing to do, he still sent missions, and still didn’t speak. Jacques... "

She sighed, and said: "At that time, he was indifferent, gloomy, and never smiled. Everyone knew that there was a little prince with a cold face in our group."

"It's the one in the Scottish legend..." Reid frowned, thinking of the mourning witch in the legend.

"Oh, that's the one." Natalie kept drinking, rambling on whatever came to her mind, and Reid listened carefully, he was eager to know everything about Jacques, everything that hadn't been recorded in the data.

She said, "Later, later..."

"What happened?" Reid asked softly.

"I like him." Natalie drank too much, she looked up at Reid, her eyes were red, maybe she didn't know what she was talking about, she just lamented sadly, "I really love him! I don’t know when I started, but I like to look for him in the crowd, and I feel at ease when he is there.”

"I know." Reid thought to himself.As long as Jacques was around, the woman's eyes never left Jacques' body.

"But, everyone likes him." Natalie said resentfully, as if her treasure was forced to be displayed in front of everyone, "Jacques doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to laugh, so what does it matter. As long as he looks at you silently , you will be drunk."

"One time, you know, I really thought he loved me too." Natalie thought for a while, took another swig of wine, and said, "He hugged me, and I heard the gunshots explode in my ears, and he put I got out of there, Jacob, oh my god, I could feel his heart beating in his chest, and I could see his blue eyes as soon as I looked up... I was like, I'm four years older than him, that So what, I love him, he loves me, when this is over, we can go back..."

"About a week later," Natalie said, seeming to regain her former composure, "Jacques came to me and said it was all about a hidden mission. Now that the mission is done, he thinks we should talk about it."

Reid didn't know how to describe his current mood. The woman in front tried her best to look indifferent, but her fingers kept tapping on the table and her lips trembled.

Ending that relationship wasn't as easy as she made it out to be.

"I don't even know what he said to me. Everything is spinning, blurry, and I'm sitting in a tent, oh, that tent was put up for me by Jacques, look, how funny..."

Reid started to be thankful that he had chosen a seat away from the stage because Natalie was crying.

Not the kind of broken-hearted wailing, but distressing, forbearable and restrained tears. Reid hands Natalie a veil.

She took the corner of the veil without wiping it off, stared at Reid strangely, and said, "This, this, is Jacques's?"

"Huh?" Reid just remembered that Jacques gave it to him before.

"He never gave me anything. The only good time was for the mission." Natalie carefully folded the racket and put it in her bag under Reid's anxious gaze.

Maybe it was the handkerchief that eased the woman's grief, and the nature of gossip regained control over Natalie. She wiped her tears with the napkin on the table, and suddenly asked, "Do you like him?"

"Everyone in the BAU..."

"Come on, you know what I'm talking about." Natalie rolled her eyes.

"Okay." Reid took a sip of his wine and admitted cautiously, "I like him."

"I'm not surprised at all." Natalie smiled and said, "Maybe everyone loves Jacques."

Reid frowned, he didn't like people saying that about Jacques.

Natalie thought for a while and asked, "Do you know that?"

"Which one?"

"Oh, you profilers who are out in the field probably don't know very well, maybe the chick in your group who spends time on the FBI's internal forum knows." Natalie blinked and said, "About Jacques' three major killers..."

The boy's lake blue eyes filled with tenderness suddenly appeared in Reid's mind.

Natalie continued: "No one can escape, Jacques' prophecy, his bullets, and, his eyes..."

Reid suddenly remembered that Garcia said that Jacques used to be the sharpshooter in their group, but now Reid just feels a little frustrated, he knows too little about Jacques, and he begins to doubt his feelings, or the throbbing in his heart is just Jacques Unconscious teasing, oh god, look at those women.

I don't know if he drank too much alcohol, but Reid only felt a dull pain in the head from being hit by a heavy hammer.Maybe, he thought, maybe Jacques' response to him was just wishful thinking?

Natalie said next to him: "Are you sure Jacques really likes you? He used to only like girls. Maybe he just showed his friendliness unconsciously, and you misunderstood it."

She looked satisfied with Reid's confused look immersed in her own world, and said, "Fortunately, you didn't talk about it now, so you can stop in time to avoid misunderstandings like mine in the future. I heard that Jacques will be there again." Maybe it would be better for you to stay in your group for a while, wouldn't it?"

She stood up, straightened her skirt, quickly fixed her makeup, and left this remote corner as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, kid." Morgan managed to find Reid, but seeing the little doctor's expression of lovelessness, he asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Oh, no." Reid realized that the opposite person had changed, and he said, "I think I might have to leave first, I need, I need to think quietly..."

"That's fine, look at your face, how about I send you off?" Morgan put down the wine glass and said with a smile, "You don't even know how much Jacques is worried about you, and he must have told us to send you back, so he just Afraid of you..."

Morgan looked at Reid's ugly face, and felt that people in love are really uncertain. A few hours ago, when Jacques was mentioned, Reid would still blush. Now what...

"I'm 27 years old, I can find out where the hotel is." Reid thought for a while and said, "Morgan, tell Jacques for me that I'm going to see my mom tomorrow, and I might not go to that book club with him. "