CM The future I see without you

"Is this the person you told me on the phone?" Mueller watched with disgust as the man who looked like a bamboo pole slowly approached, looking around while walking, making him seem obsequious and like a little girl.

Jacques glared at Mueller, and said angrily, "Hey! Don't do that." He watched Spencer getting closer and closer to him, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"Stupid," Mueller thought, adjusting the corners of his mouth, trying to look amiable, waiting for the tan curly genius with supposedly three Ph.D.s to introduce himself.

"Hello, Mr. Mueller." Reid glanced at Jacques, the young man smiled slightly, largely relieving the restless tension in Reid's heart, rubbing his hands against the seam of his trouser legs, and then said: "Well, I am, Spencer Reid, is..."

"It's my boyfriend." Jacques waited for a long time, feeling that the atmosphere between the two was very strange, he rolled his eyes towards the sky, and said impatiently, "Maybe you don't need to shake hands? I mean... …" He turned to Mueller and said, "You don't like human contact." He then said to Reid, "You little clean freak. You'd better just say hello from a safe distance."

"Jacob, can you be a little more mature?" Mueller complained, like a kind but stern father, he said to Reid apologetically, "I'm really joking, I'm Robert Mueller, I've known my name for a long time, Dr. Reid."

Reid smiled. He felt a little strange. In fact, he wanted to ask Jacques from the beginning, but Jacques' attention was attracted by Rossi who was telling anecdotes about Giden when he was young. Reid glanced at the people around Rossi. Ladies, I think I was wrong again.

Jacques felt that staying with these two people was not interesting at all, so he simply ran to Rossi's place. The gentle tone of the ladies and the beautiful faces could at least make his sleepiness better.

"He's like that, and sometimes I suspect he's Rossi's illegitimate son." Mueller joked, looking at the two men surrounded by women, and said to Reid, "but he's more like his mother .”

Reid turned his head and looked at the man full of nostalgia, maybe guessing what he was going to say, Reid hesitated for a long time, interrupted Mueller's words, and said: "Sir, Jacques has actually been with me for a while, I thought You know him well, but you really don't."

Just like he never talked about his family, his childhood, he seems to have no past. Reid's understanding of Jacques, to a certain extent, is limited to Jacques at this moment.

But as time passed, Reid was eager to know more about his past from the bottom of his heart, comprehensive and profound, rather than an illusion pieced together based on the fragments of information provided by Rossi or Jacques' ex-girlfriends.

Reid sighed and continued, "I want to get to know him better, but not in this way."

Mueller raised his hand hesitantly, paused for a while, or lightly landed on Reid's shoulder, and said, "Then I'm looking forward to it. Jacques has a companion, so I can rest assured. At least I have something to say to his mother." .”

"He's not what it says on the papers," Mueller thought to himself.

"In what capacity?" Reid asked, his eyes serious.

Mueller smiled and said, "As Jacob's godfather." He felt the muscles in his shoulders loosen slowly, and the young doctor looked at him without any doubts. He turned his head, and in a way, Mueller The kind I haven't seen for a long time, the kind of gentle eyes looking at the godson who is talking with the girls not far away.

He sighed, there are still documents piled up on the desk for a long time to be processed, large and small meetings also require his participation, and he must be on guard against all kinds of accidents that may occur at any time, he is already very tired, no longer The energy that used to be able to work hard for three consecutive days without getting tired.Sooner or later he will grow old, or leave suddenly like Giden, what will Jacques do then

The worry in his heart has never dissipated. It's not that he doubts anything, but that at his age, he has experienced too much, seen too much, and lost too much.

"I have to go." Mueller said goodbye to Reid, surrounded by his assistants who had packed his coat and car.

Reid looked at Jacques who was immersed in the conversation, and asked in surprise: "Don't you say hello to him? I mean, you... oh, no, if Jacques..."

"He won't." Mueller handed a black gift box to Reid, and said, "If I say goodbye to him, this kid will still be arrogant, why don't I go quietly and leave him sulking .”

He pointed to the gift box and said, "This is an apology gift for him, just tell him that I'm really sorry for taking his clothes off in public last time." With an angry look, Mueller felt the haze in his heart dissipate a little, couldn't help laughing in a low voice, turned around and left, leaving behind an inexplicable Reid.

Spencer felt that if he directly asked Jacques what happened to his clothes being stripped in public... He imagined it, emmmmm, or forget it.

**

When Jacques turned his head, he realized that there was only poor Spencer left among the two people who said they wanted to chat and get to know each other. He returned to the hotel angrily, buried himself in a pile of duvets, and kept silent.

"But he left you a gift." Reid took out the box from his satchel, sat next to the dumpling, and said.

There was a crack in the ball of the quilt.

"If you don't want to read it, I can send it back." Reid shook the box, like a big bad wolf trying to lure piggy to open the door, and he showed off, "Mr. Mueller gave me his contact details and an address."

"Oh, maybe it's just a call from one of his many secretaries." Jacques said sullenly.

"Oh, okay." Reid curled his lips indifferently, he leaned back, let himself fall on the soft bed, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.He asked, "Then do you want it?"

"Of course!" Jacques broke free from the quilt, snatched the box from Reid's hands, and his neatly combed hair fell casually on the corners of his eyes, making people unable to resist rubbing it again.

"Hey!" Jacques protested.

Reid raised his hands as if surrendering, his EQ peaked at this moment in Jacques' sad and angry eyes, he successfully changed the subject, and asked, "What's inside?"

"Hmm..." Jacques shook the box, but didn't hear the shaking sound. He shook it with his fingers. It wasn't too heavy. The black gift box was completely protected from light, reflecting the luster of satin in the sun, but this The silver matte bow is very casual, crooked, like Mueller's style.

"I can't guess what it is at all." Jacques gave up struggling and wanted to open it directly. After thinking about it, he suddenly said: "Do you know? Oh, I mean, Dr. Reid, who has three doctorates, As an encyclopedia of dolls recognized by the FBI, do you know what is here?"

"Hey, Jacob." Reid raised his head. He seemed to understand the meaning of Jacques's words, and he laughed "pooh" and said, "No way? Do you still remember the quiz that you lost to Jacques?" My business? How long has it been?!"

"It was just a boring game! I didn't, at all, pay attention to it!" Jacques muttered, and followed Reid's example and lay down.

That competition was boring and very casual. Garcia and Google were the referees, Morgan and JJ were the testers, and Emily was the observer to prevent the players from cheating, although there were only two contestants.

rule?The rule is that whoever answers correctly and quickly will get one point, and whoever gets [-] points first will get the honorary title of "Encyclopedia".

Taking it for granted, Rossi and Hotch declined to participate. Rossi said it might ruin his taste, and Hotch, he needed to go to his son's parent-teacher conference.

The referee came with a cat and a bag of biscuits, so how serious is this game?And the topic was downloaded by Morgan and Emily on the Internet in five seconds. The encyclopedia knowledge contest for teenagers is still the version ten years ago.

There is no suspense at all. Dr. Reid once again proved his status with his clear memory and strong knowledge reserve, and once again let everyone in BAU consolidate their firm belief that "Reid is an encyclopedia".

Everyone was happy with the result, except Jacques.

The failure came too quickly. Jacques was depressed for several days at that time, and then he got better later. Reid thought he had forgotten it a long time ago, but he didn't expect the young man to remember it all the time.

"Well, you didn't mind at all." Reid stroked Jacques' hair, coaxing.

Jacques slapped his hand off, shoved the box into Reid's arms, and said, "So what's in there?"

"Jacob, do you know how much the appearance fee is for inviting me to a class at the FBI Academy?" Reid took the box, eyes downcast, full of smiles.

"Can you please tell those advanced jokes that you can't laugh at?" Jacques couldn't help laughing, he remembered the last time Reid talked about changing the light bulb, and Emily's disgusted expression, and the more he thought about it, the more funny he was, and he simply said "hahaha "Rolled on the bed directly.

"Hey! That's a perfect joke, isn't it?" Reid retorted dissatisfiedly. He sat up halfway, leaning against the head of the bed with his long legs crossed, and looked carefully at the box.

"Oh, come on." Jacques rolled his eyes and said, "Is it the same as 'Brezhnev in Poland'?"

Reid pondered for a while, and even laughed in a low voice. First, he shook his shoulders restrainedly, and then, under Jacques' surprised gaze, "hahaha" fell on Jacques' shoulders crookedly.

"Well, maybe you'll get along with Mueller, I mean, you guys at least, in that regard."

"No, uh..." Reid laughed again, serious, at least he rubbed his face to look serious but it didn't help, and said, "At least my jokes are a bit more classy than that, Jacob, Do you want to hear, I mean..."

Then Jacques didn't go anywhere that day, didn't even take off his suit, just lay lazily on the bed, looked into Reid's eyes, and listened to him happily telling jokes that only he could understand.

Although every time he finishes telling a joke, he will seriously explain to Jacques where the joke is and why it is funny. Sometimes, as he tells it, it becomes a philosophy class or a history class.

Their phones were set to do not disturb, and Reid carefully put a sign on the door, just like Hotch's tacit consent, this day is special, and BAU does not accept any cases.

In the end, it was dark, and Jacques couldn't figure out what was in the box.He was so sleepy, had stayed up all night yesterday, and was struggling to wake up this morning because of Mueller's call.

I didn't bring any medicine, and I was much more tired than usual.

Jacques buried himself on the fluffy pillow in a drowsy state, suppressing his drowsiness and said to Reid: "Open that box, I want to see..."

Reid patted Jacques on the back and rummaged through the covers before finding the box.

"Jacob, here is..." He loosened the pretty bow and opened the lid, only to find that Jacques had fallen asleep.

The box was padded with a clean white handkerchief, and a handful of black guns were placed on it.

Reid pulls out a gun, which he recognizes - a Colt M1911.

Jacques almost regarded it as a part of his body, even if he was laying the floor in his own home, he would put this gun under his pillow.

He once confided this to JJ as a trouble, but JJ comforted himself that it was because Jacques had experienced the war, oh, right, what did she say?

"This kind of wound may not heal in a lifetime, but Spencer, you are different." JJ encouraged, "Didn't you notice that Jacques is completely relaxed when he is next to you, his body language is saying, he believes in you very much .And what you have to do is to give him enough time."

**

Maybe it was too relaxed. When Jacques woke up, he had no dreams all night, he just felt refreshed.

Reid put down the book in his hand, he had already washed up, in fact, other people in BAU got up early in the morning and got together in the lobby, had breakfast, discussed the time to leave, and went to their own activities.

Giden's passing was like a wake-up call. Everyone in BAU seized the time to get together with their relatives and friends, especially Hotch, who wished to stick to Jack's body 24 hours a day.

When Reid returned to the room, Jacques was still sleeping. He was lying gently beside the young man. The fragrance of books and paper and the sound of soothing rhythmic breathing made him feel at ease.

Fuck his schizophrenia, Reid thought, I'm going to be with him, just like that, for the rest of my life.