CM The future I see without you

"Won't Jacques go back with us?" When the plane took off, JJ didn't see Jacques, she looked at Reid with a nonchalant expression, sighed, and had to ask Hotch.

"He's going to be here for two more days," Hotch said.

"That happens to be the weekend after that." Morgan adjusted his earphones and said, "I'll ask him when he comes back."

"Huh? Ask what?" Emily asked curiously.

"He gave Garcia a kitten pen a few days ago. I have to ask him if he is going to steal my Babygirl." Morgan said with a smile.

Emily rolled her eyes, barely paying attention to him.

"So, hey, Emily," Morgan asked, "what are you going to do on vacation? Why don't you come to the beach with me? I just bought a vacation home there."

"Now, by the sea?" Emily shook her head and said, "Let's wait until the weather is hotter, JJ, how about you?"

"Oh, don't mention it, Henry's kindergarten has a lot of things to do, and I have to accompany my mother to the hospital to complete this quarter's physical examination," JJ sighed, and said, "My schedule is full."

Rossi didn't have any plans for the holidays. If the living room wasn't full of Jacques's messy things, he would have invited a few old friends to his house as guests, but seeing Reid who didn't say a word and just looked out the window silently, Thinking of the little bastard who was still lying in the hotel now, I felt deeply helpless.

Two children who are cautiously testing each other's first taste of love, have not yet experienced the sweetness of love, but have already begun to realize the danger hidden behind it.

Reid doesn't know that Jacques is staying.

He thought of Carol, and remembered that under the dazzling and soft crystal lamp, the woman's white and slender arms wrapped around the young man's neck, but her eyes were looking at him.

It's weird, but Reid just knows it, as if it's a ridiculous tacit understanding, they look at each other from a distance across Jacques, seeing the displeasure and jealousy in each other's eyes.

Reid rubbed his temples, probably because he didn't rest well, his brain was a little swollen, he hadn't had a headache for a long time, even if he stayed up late or used his brain too much, his head was just dizzy and uncomfortable.

He was a little uncomfortable, and Carol reminded him of Natalie, the agent, the other woman who knew a lot about Jacques and had a hard time with him.

Even though Jacques took the initiative to call Natalie in front of him later, and clarified all the vague and ambiguous things that Natalie had said to him, Reid always felt unhappy.

Of course, unhappiness is just a very general feeling, a little more specifically, it is the feeling of powerlessness in the heart, that is, when I hold Jacques, when I kiss Jacques, and intertwine with him, Reid feels very illusory, of course he loves him deeply Jacques, but sometimes Reid feels like he doesn't know him at all.

Reid took out the book from his bag, a gift from Maeve as a thank you for helping her find the voyeur.Although he and this friend have never met, Reid feels that there is a tacit understanding between them, as if a wonderful fate allows them to meet their second self in this grand world.

They are friends and confidants, but they will not be lovers.

Reid laughed, and he couldn't help thinking of Jacques again.

Jacques always does not understand some things in literature, whether it is Shakespeare or Conan Doyle, he always feels that unnecessary and excessive descriptions are the affectation of writers, and he rarely reads books except for professional books or papers.His geography is great but he has zero sense of direction, and he can't get out of a small alley with two or three maps in his hand.He understood the fine details of cars and could even fix a sports car for Rossi, but never drove himself.

Since Reid learned to drive at the age of 14, he thought that this skill was useless until he met Jacques, a little rascal.

He sighed, originally this holiday he wanted to take Jacques to Las Vegas to see Diana, but this time it was all by himself again.

Hope Diana doesn't get mad at herself.

**

Jacques pushed open the heavy iron gate, and it was a small forest, the weather was fine, and the sun was shining on a path.

It was quiet everywhere, Jacques heard his own footsteps, and then heard the sound of the organ as gently as his own footsteps.Behind this grove is a cemetery, and it looks like there will be a funeral.

The Burnett family is buried here, and Jacques also chose a place for Carol not far from Ann.

This woman doesn't have any relatives anymore, and even if she did, she wouldn't show up when she heard that she was the crazy woman who killed five people in a row in the newspaper.

Jacques took over everything behind Carol and spent all day yesterday at her apartment dealing with Carol's belongings.

He passed a maple tree with a few tenacious red leaves on the top of its tall branches, like a few sparks flickering on the top of an extinguished torch. The whole family staggered, and Jacques finally arrived at Carol's tombstone, which was no different from anyone else, gray and cold.

He took the cello out of its case, his old one still in Reid's apartment, which he'd repurchased from a musical instrument store in town.

The breeze lifted the smell of earth in the quiet light of early spring, and the distant and dignified sound of the cello sounded.

Jacques just quietly looked at Carol's name, fingers flying on the strings, he didn't even know what tune he was playing, maybe it was a fragment of many movements, maybe it was an unknown minor tune he had heard somewhere.The ugly cry of crows from afar reminded him of the quiet flock of pigeons circling in the sky under the dim yellow sunset, and the tears in Carol's eyes that night under the dazzling lights of the hotel.

"I often have the same dream." Carol looked at the mellow red wine in the glass in her hand and said, "You know, I dreamed of Ann, and the dream lasted for a long time. I wish I could wake up later."

"Do you know Snox?" she asked.

Jacques knew that zolpidem tartrate, a white rectangular tablet, he had a box full of, in a little box under Reid's bed.

Carol smiled. Even though the young man didn't answer, she seemed to know the answer. She said: "I stopped taking the medicine myself. I couldn't sleep every day and night. I heard the voices of many people, and the most voice was Ann. She asked me to rescue him." She, but I can't save her. Then I thought, that sister should avenge you. "

"But when I'm fully awake, I also feel selfish," she said. "You see, sometimes I look at the sky and the earth, and I just use them to locate me. I love that. She loves you, but I just found someone to realize my love desire, and I avenge Ann, maybe I just want to vent my inner hatred."

"I kept saying that I love her so much, and I went to avenge her. Maybe I just wanted to cover up my selfish heart. But people will always be killed. What happens after the matter is over? I'm going to find another excuse to come down, but I don't have any reason anymore, I often think that the rest of my life might be spent in a prison or a place like a prison," Carol said, "Then I might as well die earlier."

Jacques looked into the woman's sad eyes. She seemed to be addicted to her own story. She couldn't escape the inner lock. It made no difference to her whether she was in prison or outside of prison.

She still drank the wine she had prepared early in the morning, and the woman breathed a sigh of relief, as if death was her reward. Carol smiled, feeling relaxed and happy from the bottom of her heart. She lowered her head and looked at those charming royal blue Eyes, persuaded: "I look at you, it's like seeing another self, Jacques, come with me."

Jacques thought of Reid, and he shook his head.

Carol seemed to have expected this answer, she smiled in a low voice, leaned over, and a wet and hot kiss fell on Jacques' lips.

The low sound of the cello hovered over the lonely cemetery, and spread in the chilly spring breeze until it melted into the deep and huge sky.

Jacques didn't bring flowers. He actually considered the white lisianthus that Carol liked, but he canceled the order in the end.He gently leaned the cello, which had only been played once, against the gray stone brick.

He said, "Carol, I'm sorry, but I'm not like you. I'm leaving, I won't be seeing you again, bye, Carol, bye."

The sun was still so bright, Jacques walked down the path he came over with his head down, and suddenly found a lot of blue, purple or pink wildflowers blooming on the side of the road.

Strange, I didn't find it when I came here.

The phone started vibrating at this moment.

Jacques answered the phone, he sighed, it was Hotch, probably another case.