CM The future I see without you

"What is love?"

When Jacques lay lazily on his Italian custom-made leather sofa and casually asked this question, if Rossi hadn't firmly believed that his hearing ability was still normal, he would have thought that Jacques was asking him what he had for dinner.

Speaking of which, this kid has been lying here for three to five days, right?Although he asked Aaron for leave to complete his long-overdue psychological test, no one in the BAU could tell that this kid was hiding from others.

Rossi raised his eyebrows, remembering that when Dr. Reid went to work today, Dr. Reid kept chasing himself and asking how Jacques was doing, did Jacques sleep well? It rained again today, Jacques...

Jacques, did you mention me?

Even David Rossi, who was indifferent in the face of thousands of thugs, felt guilty, and he couldn't answer Reid.

What should he say?Is it true that, oh, sorry, Jacques abandoned you when you were about to confirm the relationship after the kiss, and ran to my house behind closed doors without saying a word about you and everything that happened that day?

God, look at Aaron's dark face!

Rossi felt that if Jacques didn't give everyone—especially Reid, an explanation, he might be kicked out of BAU by Aaron before Mueller made a move.

He put the glass of water on the coffee table, unceremoniously threw the soft off-white hand-embroidered pillow in Jacques' arms to the rocking chair on the other side, and ordered: "Get up quickly, and take your medicine gone."

"Why do I feel that I have taken medicine today?"

"That was yesterday, boy."

Jacques sat up reluctantly, as if he hadn't woken up, and leaned crookedly on the arm of the sofa, every movement seemed to kill him, slow as if someone had pressed the pause button.

"Don't fall on my couch or I'll throw you at Reid's door."

Rossi looked at Jacques with a confused face, gritted his teeth and reminded him that he hadn't forgotten how many good things he had ruined by this kid.

"Look, not at all spilled." Jacques drank it down, raised the glass, and shook it.

After taking the medicine, he lay back directly, pulled out another pillow, and curled up like a decadent black cat.

"If it was Jason, what do you think he would say?" Jacques still didn't forget the question, he thought of the kind little old man and asked, "Well... about love or something."

"I don't know." Rossi turned on the tap, rinsed the glass, and said, "Well, maybe..."

Rossi thought for a while, then tilted the corners of his mouth exaggeratedly, lowered his tone, and imitated his old friend's way of thinking, saying, "Love is an emotional state between the sexes that cannot be stopped and is exclusive. It is a combination of human animal and social nature. The resulting single-purpose demand."

Jacques listened and smiled, he looked out of the window, his eyes darkened, it was already very late, and he didn't even know when it started to rain lightly.

"Jacob," Rossi said soothingly, wiping the water off his hands, sitting on the sofa beside the young man, "don't do this."

He was silent for a while, and then he spoke carefully, "When I was young like you, I spent all day, oh, I mean, except for solving cases, taking classes, and training, I spent the rest of my time hooking up with beautiful women. At that time I I firmly believe that love is a kind of luxurious spiritual enjoyment on a material basis. When I wake up in the bed of different girls every day, I feel that I have completed an adventure, and the wonderful body and body are my rewards.”

"Sometimes, I will be sentimental, and I will think, just like you are now, constantly thinking, what is life? What is the meaning of my life? Stop and go, I used to have so much but ended up with everything It doesn’t belong to me, do I want such a person to die alone?” Rossi didn’t know when he opened a bottle of red wine, his hand shook the glass gently, and the strong aroma of grapes and the smell of the French afternoon sun permeated the air.

He looked at Jacques and continued, "But isn't the most interesting thing about living alone is the unknown? I don't think even you can know every step of the future, right?"

The writer over half a century old smiled, looked at the child's thoughtful and immature face, took a sip of wine, and the stimulation of the contents in the glass brought his memories back to more than 30 years ago.

At that time, Louise had just transferred to her department. She was like a cheerful canary. When she smiled, it was like the snow from the Alps melted in her eyes, like the leaves blowing in the first bloom. the spring breeze.

I have to admit that she almost fascinated all the men over twenty in the FBI, including him.

But after getting along, Rossi sadly found that he and Louise are more suitable to be good brothers than lovers. They hang out in bars and sing together.

This pair of combination, hot-tempered, crazy, is going to wipe out all the handsome men and women in the FBI and its surroundings, and taste all the fine wines in Quantico's bar.

Looking at those blue eyes, Rossi felt a little bitter in his heart. The memory was as vivid as yesterday, but the old man had already passed away, and even their children began to dream about love.

Time oh time.

He poured himself another full glass and exclaimed, "You should be like your mother, to be bold, to hate, to love. Listen, I can't guarantee that you and Spencer will..."

Rossi paused, he thought hard for a while, and then said: "It's going to get better forever? Forget it, anyway, that's what it means, two people will always have a running-in when they are together, you should be brave, at least take this step first. "

Rossi stood up and said: "Jacques, you are 24 years old. Sometimes I can't believe it. You can pretend to be cute without any scruples to obtain information or help solve the case, but you have never been in a relationship. !"

Jacques buried his head under the pillow, and he swore he definitely saw the disdain in Rossi's eyes.

"By the way, you must be a good girl, right?" Rossi laughed haha, holding the wine glass, regardless of the child's reaction, and left on his own.

**

Reid hadn't seen Jacques in days, since returning to Quantico after that case.

To be precise, it should be a full 6 days, 5 hours and 32 minutes.

Reid glanced at his watch again, sighed, carefully put the closing report into the file bag, and then started to stare blankly again.

It is reasonable to say that BAU, which has no case, is also very busy.

JJ and Garcia will be busy picking cases and communicating with some local police stations; Garcia will sometimes provide technical assistance to other teams as a computer expert, of course, there are other things...

Reid turned his head to the other side, Morgan's seat was vacant, oh, JJ mentioned it yesterday, Morgan, as this year's physical test coach, is going to observe the agent's training today, thank God, I have full time outside and don't need to go to that damned place physical examination;

Emily has been on the phone, it seems that the Interpol side needs some of her connections, but she seems very angry, and keeps flicking her bangs, her brows knit into a ball and never relaxes.

Hotch has been in the office, and the entire BAU knows he has endless files.

As for Rossi, Reid woke up suddenly, and forgot to ask him if Jacques slept well yesterday when we met in the morning, after all, it rained heavily last night.

In fact, Reid didn't know that Jacques was afraid of rain at the beginning. He had seen many people who were afraid of thunder and lightning. What's wrong with rain? Reid couldn't figure it out, it was just the foggy and humid air and the sound of rain.

But every time, every time the rain was a little louder, Jacques would knock on his door on time.

"Hey, Reid, can I sleep at your place for one night?" Jacques asked cautiously, "Um, I mean, my house... oh, it seems to be leaking, can I sleep on your floor for one night?"

He had different excuses every time, but even though both of them knew it was fake, Reid just opened the door just like that, and showed the living room full of books, like his own lonely heart, in front of these blue eyes.

He, to a certain extent, even longed for Jacques, a colleague or friend whom he had only known for a year, to walk into his own place.

I don't know when it started, Reid began to look forward to the rainy day.

Then for some reason, BAU’s most powerful brain couldn’t remember what happened on the first misty rainy night. The place where the impression began was Jacques sitting in a pile of books, muttering, and the light yellow Lights, reading verses on yellowed paper.

Reid remembered clearly that the book was called "The Silent Classic", which contained many unknown poems from various countries, and was given to him by the hostess of a cafe.But after I brought it back, I only read it once, and I was put in a corner by myself, and then there were more interesting books to suppress it.

I don't know how Jacques turned it out.

Reid still remembered that the rain was already loud and a bit cold at that time, and Jacques still had a low fever, huddling limply in a pile of books, so he took out the cashmere blanket that Diana woven for him when he was a child and covered him.

There is also a little tabby cat with snot bubbles embedded in the blanket.

Jacques just wrapped himself in a small blanket, squinted his eyes, and recited verses one by one in soft French slowly.

Reid stared at the book, listened to the male voice next to him, and followed in his heart.

"We poets let ourselves go..."

Indulge in these endless impressions.

"In silence, fiction is only a harbinger of events."

until the world,

"Until the world,"

Reflects…

"The deepest need of the soul."

The deepest need of the soul.