CM The future I see without you

Garcia found information about the Women's Protection Center from the phone's memory card that hadn't been damaged, and the rest was very easy, at least for the FBI.

"Women who ask for help in the shelter will remain anonymous for at least two months according to the agreement. During these two months, they will stay at home and close the doors and windows. Volunteers will send them food and necessary daily necessities." Reid put on his body armor, sat in the back of the car, and said.

After the profilers integrated the collected information, they discovered that there were actually two suspects. Eve's husband, the vice president of a private arms company, a typical narcissistic sadist, hired a hit man after he found out that his submissive wife escaped through this organization, and almost everyone involved in this matter did not escape the sniper. Bullet in hand, all that's left is Eve and her volunteers.

The Chevrolet is galloping on the road, Hotch keeps increasing the gas pedal, hoping to find Eve before the murderer.

"According to what Garcia said, Eve has been away from her husband for six weeks." Sitting in the passenger seat, Morgan asked, "The murderer can't wait for two weeks without eating or drinking?"

Jacques checked his gun again and replied without looking up: "A good sniper can wait for 72 hours without eating or drinking, and his attention is completely on the target. Fantasy integration, this is a necessary mental training .”

"But Eve can't," Morgan said. "Six weeks of being confined indoors is a lot for normal people, and she might need some fresh air."

"This is the moment the murderer waits for." Hotch felt the clock ticking even further.

Reid looked at Jacques next to him, and remembered that JJ had pulled himself back and said to himself, "Spencer, you don't need to be burdened by this relationship. It's normal."

JJ put her hand on her shoulder, and she said, "Why don't you ask him? A definite answer is as good as it is now?"

**

"FBI!" Morgan kicked the door open, only to find that the downstairs living room was empty.

JJ and Hotch go to the building with the best view pointed by Jacques, hoping to find the murderer.

Reid was on alert, his gun had already been released, his arms were tense, and he walked towards the second floor step by step.

"Eve?" Standing at the stairs, Reid saw a middle-aged woman in a gray floral dress standing outside the white bay window, and there was no one else in the room.

He looked anxious. After all, a sniper might shoot at any time. Reid put the gun back, and stretched out his hand to pull the confused Eve back into the room.But the woman struggled violently, and she probably didn't even hear what Reid said, all she knew was that a stranger rushed into her shelter, and the woman yelled, with rejection written all over her face.

"I'm the FBI." Reid took out his ID and said softly, "Come in first, okay? There's a sniper outside, ma'am, you're not safe right now."

"What sniper?" Eve took a step back, looking defensive, her eyebrows were raised, her eyelids retracted, as if she was suffering from great fear, she retorted vigorously, "I saw the news! They said It's a terrorist attack! Yes! It's a terrorist attack!"

She wanted to say something more, when suddenly a force pulled her into the room. Eve lost her footing and fell onto the soft carpet.

"Reid!"

Before the doctor had time to turn his head, he heard Jacques yell, and the young man violently pushed himself aside.

Violent gunshots rang in my ears, and fragments of the glass vase containing flowers were deeply crushed into the wall.

Reid felt that his heart was about to stop beating, and all the sounds were moving away from him, until his chest heaved violently against him, the breath belonging to Jacques sprayed on his neck, and the huge machine that operated the world order was covered with rust. The gears began to creak and creak.

Morgan ran over in a hurry, and as soon as he drew the curtains, he heard Hotch panting violently on the pager: "Phew...the suspect has been caught, but, pho...the shot just now, are you all right? Huh?"

Morgan turned his head, and Eve stared blankly at the torn glass vase before recovering from it, with a blank look on his face.As for the other two, Morgan smiled slightly and said to the pager, "It's okay, Eve is safe, but her volunteer is not with her."

"Emily found her in her own house. We'll meet later." Hotch finally let go of a big stone in his heart and turned off the pager.

everything is over.

Jacques hugged Reid tightly, leaning against his thick chest.His eyes were in a trance, and the fear and pain when he saw the little red dot beside Reid hadn't disappeared. He put his cheek on Reid's left chest, closed his eyes, and listened to the beating of the heart, his hands gradually tighten up.

Reid's head hit the floor, still aching, but somehow, he's happy.

His bony hands gently stroked Jacques' head, and his right hand patted the young man's trembling back, as if comforting a frightened cat.

Jacques felt a calm and gentle warm current slowly flowing into his chest, and he looked at Reid with moist eyes.

Reid seldom sees Jacques like this. Although young people usually pretend to be innocent and weak to act like a baby, how can it be like this now, like a fragile and helpless pearl oyster that is forced apart by external force, and every breath is like As hard as suffocation.

The fiery red sunset sprinkled in the room, warm, quiet and peaceful. Reid hesitated for a moment, his heart beating fast, as if he had been injected with ten adrenaline injections.He took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and lightly pecked the young man's thin and pale lips.

Jacques only felt a "coax", his whole face was hot, as if it was an instinctive reaction of the body, he slowly pressed his lips against the doctor's lips.

A pair of azure blue cat eyes filled with tension and anticipation, stared at by such eyes, the whole heart trembled.

Reid felt himself hit in the heart by Cupid's arrow.Without knowing why, he grabbed Jacques' neck with his right hand and further shortened the distance between them. His slender fingers penetrated into the young man's black hair, like an innate instinct, and he kept deepening the kiss.

The exchange of hot and humid breath is like two hesitant souls finding their destiny in kissing each other.

The breeze blows into the room, and the setting sun like fire shines on Jacques' side face, full of innocence and passion.

In a trance, Jacques vaguely remembered that there was a day, yes, there was such a gorgeous sunset that day, the elegant French woman wore a solemn black dress, and the black ribbon of the top hat hung down to cover her eyes. Her eyes were red from crying.

The widowed woman sat blankly in the empty church, not even noticing her young son. She played the cello by herself, and the multiple melodies restricted and followed each other, repeated and lingering.

Pachelbel's Canon in D major.