CM The future I see without you

"Tick, tick..."

"What did you hear? Child."

Little Jacques tilted his ears, thought for a while, and said softly, "It's raining, sir. It's dripping on my head."

"Yes, it's raining." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses slowed down, trying to sound softer, "Son, you can open your eyes now and tell me, what did you see? "

"There was a man, he was lying on the ground, he seemed to be asleep."

There is a man, he is lying on the ground, seems to be asleep.

The hazy and foggy days brought not only depressive anxiety, but the humidity was too high but not enough to condense into small raindrops. The whole air was damp, and the pores of the skin were blocked by the dust in the air. Jacques loosened his After loosening his neckline, he felt that he couldn't sweat or breathe, and his whole chest felt heavy and uncomfortable.

He was still wearing the suit from Giden's funeral, but on his feet were a pair of light yellow bunny slippers.

His vision was blurred, and Jacques could only move step by step. He suddenly stopped, and the air in front of him fluctuated, and a figure of a child slowly appeared.

"There was a man, he was lying on the ground, he seemed to be asleep."

The immature Tong Yin repeated this sentence over and over again, as if programmed.

"There was a man, he was lying on the ground, he seemed to be asleep."

The unreasonable fear was like vines growing wildly clamping Jacques' heart little by little, he held his breath, his brain screamed "run, run", but his body stood still and could not move.

There was another person lying on the ground in front of the boy.

Fighting back the desire to run away, Jacques took a step forward.The man, more accurately, was a thin, pale man with protruding joints and atrophied muscles, lying motionless on the ground.

As if dead.

No, he was really dead, there was no rising and falling of his chest, no breathing, he was really dead.

This realization startled Jacques, he staggered back in a trance, panting violently, the little boy stared blankly at the air with his eyes open, and kept repeating that sentence in his mouth.

"There was a man, he was lying on the ground, he seemed to be asleep."

Jacques couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly felt that the shoulder blades on his back seemed to be pressed by a hard object, but when he turned around, it was foggy again, and he couldn't see anything.

The faint pain in the back was like a small saw slowly extending from the shoulder blade to the brain. Jacques felt as if a huge hole had been opened in his body, and all his strength was drained. His limbs were limp, and the whole person seemed to have lost consciousness. Fall backward.

"call--"

The strong sense of weightlessness brought him back to reality. He woke up from the bed dripping with sweat. The sky outside the window was bright. smiling.

He picked up the handkerchief on the bedside table and wiped his sweat. Quantico was very peaceful in the early morning, and his breathing slowed down with the soothing rise and fall of Reid's chest.

Since Giden's funeral, even if it's not raining, Jacques will come to Reid's apartment for the night, but the tacit understanding is that the two of them will limit their intimacy to kissing and touching, and the sweetest thing is falling asleep in bed .

But it was more about Reid coaxing Jacques to sleep first, and then he had to read for a while before turning off the lights, leaving the night light Jacques brought from his apartment.

Jacques slowly leaned against the head of the bed, fumbled around the quilt with his right hand, and pulled out a book from the gap between the two of them as expected.

"Confessions of John Smith", Jacques remembered the name, and Reid had happily discussed the book with himself, and he still remembered Reid reading a sentence from the book to himself.

Jacques didn't open the book, he couldn't remember clearly, and to be honest, Jacques wasn't particularly interested in these.But Reid is different. He really likes it. Recently, he has to take it out and read it before going to bed.

One corner of the book seemed to be crooked by a heavy object, and the pages inside seemed to have been smashed by someone, with some folded outwards and others folded inwards.

Jacques is a little guilty, the pain in his back shows that he is the one who caused it.

The goose-yellow night light in the bedroom was always on, and Reid probably read a book and saw it very late.

Jacques didn't feel much sleepiness, he took a sip of water from the cup on the bedside cabinet, thought for a while, and took another aspirin before he felt a little relieved.

**

"You should have at least told me, Jacques."

"Tell you what?" Jacques looked at Reid, walked out of the elevator, and asked, "Wake up you who just fell asleep, tell you that I had a nightmare, and then the two of us leaned together and did nothing until the alarm clock rang ?”

"At least, at least I can comfort you." Reid said sullenly.

Jacques laughed "huh" and said, "Farewell, I'm already 24 years old, God, it's not 4 years old."

Reid still felt a little uncomfortable, he put the bag on the table, and went to the pantry in silence.

He wanted to ask a long time ago, about the medicine Jacques took every day, about his psychological evaluation report, about his daily nightmares, but no matter how Reid knocked from the side, Jacques always silently changed the subject or simply avoided it like before. don't talk about it.

Reid felt like he was separated from Jacques by a thick wall.

Morgan felt that the atmosphere between the two was not right. He leaned against Jacques' table and said, "What's the matter? Are there any difficulties in cohabitation, do you need my help?"

"If your smile is more sincere, I might think about it." Jacques yawned, his eyes were sore, he rubbed vigorously, and found that he wanted to sleep even more.

"Well, maybe my experience in this area is a bit lacking, but, having said that," Morgan smirked, shook his head slightly at Jacques, and said, "I think your plaid shirt seems to be the same as your previous style, emmm , not quite the same."

"Oh, my God." Jacques glanced at Reid, who came back from the tea room with a cup, and put his hands on his forehead weakly. Neither Reid nor he knew what they were doing this morning, but he came out wearing Reid's clothes.

No wonder the neckline and cuffs are a bit big everywhere.

"Morgan, tell me, it doesn't look strange." Jacques cried out in pain, lying on the table.

"What's weird?" Reid put the glass on Jacques' table and said, "Drink it up, I made you a glass of milk."

Morgan didn't answer Reid, he didn't believe that the little doctor didn't see it, he rubbed Jacques' head, got Reid's gaze without exception, put down his hand angrily, and said to Reid: "Boy, I think you also need a cup The milk is gone, and the daily sex makes your dark circles heavier."

"He's lactose intolerant," Jacques said, taking a sip of his milk.

Morgan and Reid looked at Jacques in surprise, he didn't remember saying that, Morgan felt that he had failed, and didn't realize that Reid had this problem for so long.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jacques looked up, confused.

"What's the matter, are you all gathered around here?" JJ and Emily came from outside, probably because the weather was a little hot, the ladies took off their heavy coats, and started to dress a little cooler, at least the beige windbreaker that JJ wore was very cool. There is a taste, which makes her more intellectual and beautiful, and Jacques can't help but take another look.

Reid caught Jacques' gaze and sighed.

"Hey, Jacques, did you change your style today?" Emily saw Jacques' plaid shirt at a glance, she winked at JJ, and the two ladies laughed tacitly.

"Why, isn't it good-looking?" Jacques didn't feel embarrassed anymore, stood up, and turned around in a big way.

It looks like a peacock scratching its head.

"Reid," Garcia walked in with a stack of materials, handed the top letter to Reid, and said, "here is your letter, uh, sorry everyone, sorry to disturb your good morning, but, we have case."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Garcia." JJ shared a little of the data in Garcia's arms, walked towards the analysis room, and said, "It's not you who should apologize, but them."

Jacques picked up the cup and followed, but his eyes glanced at the white envelope from time to time.

Dr. Maeve Donovan, he saw the sender's name on it.

Reid shook him at him, then put the letter in his bag, ignored him and left.

Who cares.

Jacques walked muffledly behind him.

**

"This case is in New Mexico. Although it's a bit hot, I, um, suggest you bring thicker clothes." Garcia glanced at Jacques' shirt and said, "This case will give you the chills."

Jacques was not surprised to see all the calm special inspectors present laughing in low voices.

You are so angry, but you still have to keep a smile on your face.

"TonyAnden, was found abandoned in the local motel this morning by unknown people," Garcia shrugged at Jacques' angry gaze, she turned on the screen, and said, "But his right leg is missing, and it's undergoing surgery now, but it shouldn't be. What life-threatening."

A photo of the second man appeared on the screen. Garcia said regretfully: "This is the No.1 victim, Richard Miller. He was not as lucky as Tony. The body was found in Juarez on the state border."

"Juárez?" Rossi thought for a moment, then said to Morgan, "Isn't that the front line of the drug group?"

"Yes," Morgan asked, "Garcia, is the victim connected to drugs?"

"No."

Jacques directly turned to the final injury diagnosis, thought for a while, and said: "TonyAnden has traces of intravenous injection and surgical sutures here, but his stump has gangrene, which is very strange."

"How?" Hotch asked.

Reid glanced at Jacques, and then said, "The purpose of amputation is to remove dead tissue to protect a healthy limb. This is the most basic principle, but Tony's residual flap was stitched too tightly, and blood could not circulate, which led to gangrene." .”

Emily said: "So it is not very likely that the suspect is a doctor. After all, this is the most basic knowledge."

"What would that be?" JJ asked.

Rossi sighed, put the PDA on the table, and replied in a hoarse voice: "There are many possibilities, a doctor who sells organs in the black market, gang struggles, and even drugs may be related to his business."

Hotch sorted out the information on the table, and said to the team members who were still thinking: "The plane will take off in 10 minutes. We need more local data analysis"

Jacques was the last one to leave the analysis room again, and when he staggered to his desk, he saw Reid waiting for him with his bag.

"Well, Spencer," Jacques wrinkled his nose, rubbing the back of his neck, considering how to speak.

Reid smiled, took out the envelope, shook it in front of Jacques, and said, "This?"

Jacques nodded reservedly, he didn't care, but he wanted to snatch it right away, my God, of course he wanted to know what was written in it! MaeveDonovan, you can tell it's a woman's name at a glance.

"It's private, Jacques." Reid carefully put the envelope back in his bag, smiling smugly.