CM The future I see without you

"This is your ID?" JJ looked at the small notebook in front of Reid in surprise, and asked, "Then whose is this?"

"Huh?" Reid put the ID back into the bag, but saw that his bag was open, with an identical small notebook hanging on the outside.

Reid opened it and saw Jacques' passport photo neatly pasted inside.

JJ pretended not to see anything, put the cup back on the table, and sat back in his seat.

Reid hurriedly stuffed the two notebooks into the bag, and his fingers touched a cold metal object. Without taking it out, he knew it was Jacques' blues harmonica.

He remembered that on the rainy night in Quantico, Jacques was huddled beside him, playing an unknown French tune intermittently.

The warm goose-yellow light shone on his cheeks, and he felt the satisfaction and warmth in his heart that he had never felt before.

"Admit it, you miss him," Reid thought to himself, sighing in frustration.

Hotch hung up the phone and said: "The situation is worse than we thought. Five people have been confirmed dead. Victim No. 6 is still alive, but still undergoing surgery."

"A total of twelve shots, each shot at an interval of 0.8 seconds, the whole incident happened within 10 seconds." Although Rossi has recovered the calmness of the special inspector, he is still extremely tired physically. He analyzed hoarsely, "There are no witnesses. , the victims are different and different types, which is similar to a terrorist attack."

"The local police said they have received a lot of threatening letters and phone calls recently." Emily looked at her PDA and said, "and the shooting happened at 12:27."

"The Kennedy event was at 12:30," Reid added quickly. "It's close by."

"Maybe someone wants to send a message to the world after more than 50 years." Morgan speculated.

"This matter has a great impact." Hotch said with a frown. "The national media is watching this. JJ, when the time comes, you should first negotiate with the local major media. We need their help."

JJ nodded.

"Rossi and I went to the police station to see what information they had. Emily and Morgan went to the hospital to ask the injured and maybe they could offer us something." Hotch paused, turned his head, looked at Reid, and said, "Reid, you go to the scene, Jacques will wait for you there."

**

"Hi, are you Dr. Reid? I'm Agent Megan."

"Oh, hello." Dazzled by the scorching sun in Texas, Reid took out his sunglasses from his bag and put them on, and asked, "Um, I want to ask where Agentsauniere is?"

The female detective gave him a strange look and said, "I was the first batch of detectives to arrive at the scene, but unfortunately, I haven't seen any detectives from BAU before."

Reid hesitated, and said, "I have his ID, you may..."

"Oh, God." Megan remembered that there was indeed a handsome guy who said he was the FBI, but was driven away by his subordinates as a young man who joined the fun.

"Otherwise, why don't you call and ask?" The female detective could only suggest embarrassingly.

"I hope I can get through." Reid turned on the phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Reid?"

"Where are you?" Reid hurriedly asked, "I'm at the scene now, where are you?"

"Behind you."

Reid turned around and saw Jacques waving at him behind the bright yellow cordon, he seemed to be well rested from the holidays these days.But for some reason, Reid was a little angry when he thought of his confusion and bewilderment in those few days.

"My certificate..."

"here."

When Jacques got the small notebook, his first reaction was to open it, and shook it in front of Agent Megan, with a bright and innocent smile on his face, but his actions were extremely arrogant, and he let it go after making sure that the other party had read it carefully. Back pockets of suit pants.

"Childish." The female detective secretly rolled her eyes.

"Why are your clothes so dirty?" Reid noticed that the high-end white shirt on Jacques was covered with gray powder, like dried paint.

Jacques patted it, it was still dirty, and he didn't care, walked towards the messy scene, and said: "I just took a look at it. The scene is relatively simple, a large-caliber high-performance gun, a crowded crowd, 200 Shooting out of yards..”

The bright sunlight really made people unable to keep their eyes open. He took off the sunglasses from Reid's face, put them on his face, looked at the busy physical evidence team, and said, "Only 50.00% accuracy rate, this guy is definitely A layman, I mean, in sniping."

"How did you..." The female detective put her hands on her hips, puzzled.

"Also, I think there are still some missed bullets here." Jacques said to Agent Megan with a smile, "Go and look for it, it's better to do a test, and, have the ballistic test results come out?"

"Um, the report says that it can be determined that the shooter fired from a height, from the north square." The female detective finished reading the report on the phone and looked at Jacques.

"That's right." Jacques looked at Reid, who took out another pair of sunglasses, and said, "I think I've found where the sniper is hiding."

**

The building not far to the north of the shooting site was probably due to renovations, but there were no people there, and it was extremely empty, let alone security. Reid followed Jacques unimpededly to the first-floor residential building.

This is also a family that is being renovated. There are used or half-used paint buckets randomly placed on the ground, and the light gray paint that has just been painted on the wall is not completely dry, exuding a pungent smell.

But Reid also knew where the gray powder on Jacques came from.

"Look here." Jacques strode across the paintbrush and plastic sheeting to remove an orange utility scaffolding from the south wall, and Reid saw two huge French windows.

But one side of the window has a regular circular void.

Jacques ran his finger along the edge and said, "It's smooth."

"He can pretend to be a decoration worker, put guns and guns in supply tools or tool boxes, there is no security here, and there is no obstruction." Reid said, "not to mention that at 12:27, the workers go to have lunch and It's lunch break time... In this case, I think he needs to come to know this place in advance."

Jacques took out the vibrating phone, glanced at it, and said to Reid: "Rossi said the bullet was analyzed, and Hotch asked us to go back."

"it is good."

"Hey, Reid." Jacques, who was walking ahead quickly, turned around suddenly, with a hesitant expression on his face, and said, "I'm sorry, that day..."

"Oh, oh." Reid tried to make himself seem indifferent, he said, "Actually, I happened to have something to do that day, so I didn't make it."

Jacques watched Reid passing by him, and felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't tell, so he chased after him, put his arm on Reid's shoulder casually, and said, "Then let's meet again next time, why not?" like? I know there is a Thai restaurant…”

"Oh, I don't really like that taste." Reid looked at Jacques as if nothing had happened, and felt even more irritable. He brushed Jacques' arm roughly, and said, "I'm a bit of a clean freak, Feel sorry."

Jacques was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't react, he just looked at the suddenly unfamiliar little doctor foolishly.

Reid felt that he was a little too much, he knew something was wrong with him during this time, especially when he felt that his attitude towards Jacques was different from others, when he faintly felt dissatisfied in his heart, when Agent Natalie told himself so much about Jacques when things happen.

There is no doubt that Jacques is a popular guy, especially with the girls.In his free time Reid would even imagine how many girls Jacques had had a crush on him in high school or college.

He is completely different from himself.

What am I?Just like those classmates in high school laughed at, I'm just a fool who can only study hard.

Reid sat in the driver's seat in a daze, watching Jacques fasten his seat belt silently, he knew that Jacques never drove, he knew that Jacques didn't like coffee...

What else? Reid recalled Natalie's provocative and mocking eyes when she told about her and Jacques' past years, and felt even more bitter in her heart. Maybe Jacques treats her like an ordinary colleague?Look at the look on his face to those girls, maybe, maybe just thinking too much.

A soul that has been lonely for too long can warmly shed tears even if it only encounters a little spark.

Reid blinked hard, turned the key, and the Chevrolet squealed.

There was silence in the car.

The little sprout in my heart was defeated in the blizzard of uncertainty and inferiority.