CM The future I see without you

The black hair that was neatly combed back was very conspicuous with the few silver strands mixed in. Although the man with his back to him was still tall and straight, he had to admit that he was old. Jacques saw that there were still some drops of water on the man's black crisp Chester coat, and he turned his head to look outside at the gray foggy sky. He didn't know how long the man had been standing there.

Jacques refused the butler, took off his coat, and threw it on the chair casually.

Instead of going back to Quantico as he had told Reid, he rebooked a plane ticket to Paris.

"You didn't go to see her." The man turned around, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.

"It should be said that I have never seen her." Jacques looked at his godfather and said, "Robert, not everyone misses her as much as you do."

The man sighed and sat down as well, as comfortable as in the FBI's top floor office that belonged only to him, silently looking at the boy slumped on the sofa, the scrutiny made Jacques feel uncomfortable all over, he Uncomfortably sitting upright, like an old-fashioned and elegant French nobleman.

Robert Mueller smiled lightly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed together to create a kind of tenderness, he seemed to be coaxing a naughty child, and said: "They all say that you are like your father, but in fact, apart from this face, You are completely another Louise, with a warm and charming appearance, but a deviant, cold and arrogant in your bones."

Jacques drank the warm water in the cup silently, the reminiscing words in the man's eyes made his head hurt again.

"But what about your father?" The man smiled mockingly, "Indifferent on the outside, but warm inside like the sunshine in early spring..."

"So you let me sit on a plane for hours just to listen to your nonsense!" Jacques stood up, the boy was already tall, but his body was thin, and his mesmerizing pair of soft and watery eyes There was no smile in the eyes of the past, only a strong disgust.

"Of course not." Robert Mueller calmly bought himself a glass of vodka and said, "I'm old, boy, I just want you to be safe and sound after I die, and stop being naughty, okay? Just to make me feel at ease .”

Jacques stood there motionless, he didn't know what to say, the man who had always been strong in his memory suddenly appeared vulnerable, which caught Jacques off guard.

"Like last time, you caused an important suspect to lose blood and go into shock. For such a long time, you even had the time to tie a bow on that girl's gauze, and you were unwilling to give him a little bit of hemostatic measures." The man Gritting his teeth when he thought of the piles of reports on the table, he took a sip of the wine, the high concentration of alcohol was like a raging flame burning the entire esophagus, he continued to teach, saying, "You have less punishment! Jacob, why didn't you go to the psychological test that the Bureau arranged for you? You know that you have to pass the test to be eligible for field service, right? Also, what's that thing in your right trouser leg?"

Jacques subconsciously took a step back.

The two secretaries who were guarded next to him received the man's signal gaze, and they roughly pressed Jacques onto the sofa, and took out a small black pistol and gun from his calf.

Mueller picked it up, turned it upside down, and said, "Colt M1911, is that what you put against Dr. Clinton's head to get him to issue a certificate for you? A good gun is a good gun, that is, where did you get it?"

Jacques straightened his collar, and angrily withdrew his hands from the hands of the two big men, but his wrists were already red.

Could it be that the current civil servants are so strong? !

"One winter night, I don't know who put a basket in front of my house." Jacques was out of breath, and said with a smile, "I met it just like that."

"Make it up whatever you want." The head of the FBI was not angry, and handed the gun to a secretary with a smile, and said, "I will confiscate this."

"This is not fair!"

"A child is a child," the man smiled helplessly, and said, "I gave you a week-long vacation, are you happy? Stay here for a few days and have a good rest. Then do a comprehensive examination."

"Of course I will. Will you stay?"

"Leave right away." The man stood up and rubbed the boy's head, like a kind father comforting a naughty son, he said regretfully, "I will miss you, Jacques."

Jacques got out of the arms of the "old father", put his hands in his pockets, looked at Mueller with the same regret, and said, "I thought you could stay longer, what a pity..."

But Mueller just looked at Jacques and smiled in relief.

"Um, aren't you leaving?"

"Oh, oh." Mueller took off his coat and handed it to the secretary, "Of course I'm leaving, but after seeing your inspection."

"..." Jacques turned his head and saw that the door behind the butler was opened at some point, Dr. Clinton was still wearing that white coat, and the little nurse whom he had molested also came, waving excitedly at him.

"Go, kid." Mueller blinked teasingly, and said, "A gentleman can't keep a beautiful woman waiting."

**

"Where are we going?" Reid asked JJ who was busy packing.

"I don't know," JJ picked up the bag and said, "But it's definitely not a good thing to interrupt the vacation and be in such a hurry."

"Ding" Morgan came out of the elevator with a tired face, and saw Emily coming with two cups of coffee.

"Is it for me?"

"No, I want two drinks." Emily also had thick dark circles under her eyes, Morgan sighed and put down his hands, and followed her into the office.

"Hey, Reid." Morgan greeted Kid, apologetically, and said, "Sorry, I couldn't get in touch with Jacques, his cell phone has been dead, so I didn't tell him about the... book club."

Reid was taken aback, and suddenly thought, if Jacques went to the appointment on time but didn't see him, would he be foolishly waiting for him?

Morgan looked at Reid's gloomy face, and the condemning eyes of the two ladies seemed to have done something sinful.He can't help it, Morgan defended himself, "Really, I spent a whole good night calling his cell phone, but every time the call was diverted. I went to his apartment and looked for it. Nobody's home."

"Impossible. He said he was coming back for an important appointment, and I booked the flight ticket for him." Reid retorted.

"He's in France." Hotch just came in, explained everyone's doubts, and said, "But he will meet us in Dallas later."

"How did he…" Reid asked.

"You can ask him slowly later." Hotch pointed to the PDAs in everyone's hands, and said, "The plane is about to take off, let's look at the data first. There was a large-scale sniper attack in Dallas an hour ago."

"How many people died?" JJ asked.

"I don't know. There are currently three people who have been confirmed dead." Garcia looked at the tablet and said.

"Is it a terrorist attack?" Emily asked, throwing the finished disposable coffee cup into the trash can.

"If it does, it's far too often," Reid said, recalling recent years of material. "The Boston Marathon, then the London hacking, and, approaching the anniversary of the Kennedy assassination, we Domestic terrorism may also need to be taken into account."

"We need to take all the factors into account." Hotch pressed the button of the closed elevator and said to Garcia outside the door, "I need a list of recent riots in Texas, as soon as possible, okay?"

"Oh, of course." Garcia looked at his companions worriedly and said, "But, what about Rossi?"

"He's already waiting for us on the plane."