CM The future I see without you

"The surveillance video from the bank shows that Alicen came to withdraw the money alone. She was not injured and did not ask the teller for help," Hotch said on the phone. All the money, but it didn't meet the rules and she was turned down."

"She has already withdrawn [-] dollars from the account, and she has nothing to come to withdraw money?" JJ asked.

Hotch looked at the mobile phone on the table, thought for a while, and said: "Maybe the murderer is not satisfied, he wants more money. Alicen keeps telling the teller that this is not enough, she needs a little more money, I think Possibly the suspect specified a specific price, and he offered the couple a price."

"Charlie wasn't with her, maybe he's still alive," Morgan asked the security guard who was patrolling outside, and came in to Hotch.

Hotch nodded.

Rossi felt less optimistic. He said to the open phone: "But if the murderer gets the money he wants, the Keyes and his wife will be of no use to him, and the situation will not be safe."

Hotch feels that there are very few clues in hand. The economy in this area is going from bad to worse due to the oil spill. Most of the enterprises are facing the danger of bankruptcy, not to mention the fishermen who make a living by fishing, and every family has huge debts.As Garcia said, people who are not short of money are a rare species.

He calmed down for a while and asked, "Where is that child? Is there any news?"

JJ turned her head, Jacques and Sammy were sitting side by side in front of an electronic piano, she didn't know what to ask, she shook her head silently.

Hotch didn't wait for an answer, so he said, "We'll be back now and meet you at the police station in an hour. We need to post the profile first."

Rossi hung up the phone, picked up the coat on the chair, and said to Reid: "You and Jacques stay with the child first, and JJ and I will go to the police station to post a profile, and Emily will bring the child's aunt here later .”

"We've arrived." Emily walked in from the outside, introduced a middle-aged woman behind her to her teammates, and said, "This is Lizzy, LizzyKeyes, Sammy's aunt."

"Hi, D□□id Rossi, FBI," Rossi said, "That's Dr. Spencer Reid and Agent Sauniere."

Lizzy just greeted the agents lightly, she walked gently to Sammy's side, and said cautiously: "Hi, Sammy, do you remember me? I'm AuntLizzy."

The boy ignored her and played the electronic piano on his own. Instead, he wondered why Jacques stopped and looked at him curiously.

Lizzy's eyes slowly turned red, she went to the counter and found a chair and sat down, silent and silent.

Rossi raised his chin, motioned Jacques to look at Lizzy, and then left the shop with Emily, and they had to rush to the police station to meet Hotch for a profile.

Jacques watched Rossi and Emily walk out the door, he turned his body slightly, lowered his head, looked at Sammy, and said slowly, "Sammy, I know you can understand what I'm saying, right?"

Sammy didn't respond, Jacques continued: "I'm going to help you find your parents, let this uncle accompany you, okay?"

"Jac!" Reid looked at Jacques in surprise, and reminded him in a panicked lowered voice, "I was at the police station just now, I..."

Jacques gently took Sammy's hand, held the boy's fingers, and slowly touched the back of Reid's hand gently. Unexpectedly, Sammy didn't resist or yell, he just opened his eyes slightly, looking With Jacques.

Jacques smiled, more like encouragement, and he let go of his hands and left the chair.

Sammy didn't move, his gaze moved from Jacques to Reid's face.

Reid looked at Jacques, then at Sammy, carefully sitting next to the boy, and tentatively said, "Hey, Sammy, what were you playing just now? Can you teach me how to play?"

Sammy seemed to understand, he turned to the keys, stretched out his hand to play a short section and then stopped.

Jacques poked Reid in the back and Reid realized the boy was waiting for him.He hastily aligned his fingers key by key, and carefully followed Sammy to play, only at a slower speed.

When Reid finished playing, Sammy started to play the next section.

Jacques smiled, relieved.He walked over to a lonely Lizzy, sat next to her, and took out the booklet with the schedule from Reid's bag.

Lizzy took it and flipped it casually. Not only did it have a strict schedule, but it also contained various items and the names of acquaintances. It could be seen that the Keyes and his wife had carefully prepared everything for Sammy.

Flipping through the pages, she suddenly stopped and looked at the page with her own portrait in disbelief.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, Lizzy straightened her back, looked at her nephew who was concentrating on the keyboard over there, and said to Jacques with a crying voice: "Charlie and Sammy mentioned me, me, I thought, oh my god, I Thought he was going to sever all ties with me."

"Lizzy, he is your brother." Jacques said, "The most inseparable thing in this world is blood relationship."

"However, since that big quarrel, he has almost never contacted me again."

"Emm, do you mind if I ask why you two have such a big fight?" Jacques asked.

Lizzy sighed, that was her most painful memory, but she still tried to say calmly and briefly: "The first person who suspected Sammy has autism was me."

She paused, rubbing her index finger against the booklet, and after a while, she said, "But Charlie didn't believe it, and then, oh, we had a big fight, and I moved out."

"How did you know?"

Lizzy laughed softly, this is a very idiotic question for her, she said: "Sammy is very special, everyone around was suspicious at the time, so I did some research, but Charlie refused Believe it, or he won't believe it."

Jacques looked at the woman's red eyes, a little dazed, and the soothing classical music in the shop brought his memory back to that rainy night.

It was supposed to be a night full of reunion and joy.

Jacques just ate dinner and read a book in the rocking chair in the living room as usual.

Then, a violent altercation stretched from the kitchen to his little corner.He remembered that Louise was holding him, cold liquid kept falling on his face, he looked up and saw Louise's red eyes.

"I can't let my son go to that place!" Aidan just came back from a business trip abroad, he even had a gun in his waist, and he said to his wife, "Jac just calm down, Louise, you think too much gone."

"Well," Louise said in a low voice, worried about the child, "how do you explain those things? Aidan, do you know what those people think of him?! Those teachers even went so far as to say that JAc is a... oh god Ah, anyway, I need an answer!"

"This answer will not be obtained from those psychological experts who specialize in interrogating murderers! Jacques is my son, and no one knows my boy better than me!"

"God, why are you so stubborn! You won't let me go to them, so who should I go to? A wizard!"

The cold light shone on Jacques' face, he couldn't tell who was speaking, he blinked vigorously, the blurred vision gradually became clear, and he saw Reid looking at him worriedly.

Jacques shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Reid patted him on the shoulder and said to Lizzy, "Charlie doesn't want to believe you because he's Sammy's father."

Jacques raised his head and stared at Reid who was explaining seriously.

Reid went on to say: "He was afraid. When he knew that his child was likely to have an extremely difficult future, he was terrified, terrified, and refused to admit the truth."

"So, he loves his son?" Jacques heard himself ask.

"Of course," Reid said.

Jacques's mind was a little confused, he looked at Reid's determined expression, and suddenly didn't know what to say, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would cry out in a choked voice.

Reid seemed to remember something, and he said in time: "I just found out that what Sammy played was a piece of movement, and he kept repeating it, just like the background music in this store, maybe this is when the suspect came in The voice Sammy heard."

"Oh, oh, is that so?" Jacques coughed a few times before saying, "Turn on the monitoring."

"I thought so too."

**

Finally, with the help of Garcia, BAU identified the suspect. He was a deliveryman in the Keyes couple's store. He was a fisherman, but because of the oil spill, he had to go bankrupt and divorced. Both children were sentenced to his wife, house and property. The fishing boat is also about to be auctioned, and he will have nothing.

The deadline for the court was coming soon, and he chose Sammy's family. He knew this autistic child and his parents saved a sum of money for him, no more, no less, just enough to save his impending collapse .

Hotch plans to split up, Morgan and Emily go to his house, and himself, JJ, and Rossi go to the fishing boat.

Reid and Jacques take Sammy to meet at the police station.

Fortunately, AlicenKeyes is still alive, unfortunately, CharlieKeyes lost a lot of blood and left forever.

Jacques sighed, and gently let go of Sammy's hand. The boy looked at Jacques suspiciously, and then at the woman who was holding him tightly. Jacques smiled at the boy, raised his chin, like encouragement, and Sammy hesitantly put his arms around the woman gently.

Alicen endured a day of fear and panic and finally found an outlet. She cried loudly, and the tears soaked Sammy's shoulders and clothes little by little.The boy moved uncomfortably, but didn't struggle anymore.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

When she was leaving at last, Alicen rushed over and handed Jacques a rolled-up drawing paper. She didn't say anything, but Jacques saw excitement and gratitude in her red eyes and tired face. He stood behind his mother Sammy waved his hand as if in response, and the boy raised his hand too.

The car drove away, the sky darkened, and the light yellow street lights were on at the end of the road. Alicen took the little hand of his son who no longer resisted his contact, and walked towards home step by step.

Lizzy was there waiting for them to go home.

**

"What is this drawing?" Morgan put his bag on the luggage rack of the plane, saw the drawing paper spread out on the table, and asked.

Emily leaned over, took a look, and shook her head helplessly. To her, it was a mess of lines, which she couldn't understand.

Morgan looked at Rossi, Rossi pouted, but didn't answer.

JJ is already asleep.

Jacques looks like I know I won't say it, which makes people's teeth itch.

Reid, Reid went to the pantry to make milk for some scoundrel.

Morgan had to turn his attention to Hotch.

Hotch gave a rare smile, and said, "There are two small people drawn on it, holding hands."

"Oh~"

Everyone smiled understandingly, and looked at the doctor who had just come out of the tea room with a look of bewilderment.

"What's wrong?" Reid asked puzzled, placing the cup in front of Jacques.

"No, no." Morgan said hurriedly, feeling something was wrong again, and he asked Hotch, "But how do you know?"

Hotch flipped a page of the report on his lap and said, "Don't know, maybe, I'm a father?"

Morgan had nothing to say, put on his earphones and got ready to sleep.

Jacques carefully rolled up the drawing paper and put it in the bag.He picked up the glass and took a sip of milk, and took a sneak look at the doctor who was reading seriously. The soft lines of his profile looked like the gentle painting of a [-]th-century painter under the light yellow light in the plane. JAcques hesitated, Open your mouth and say, "Reid, there's one thing I want to..."

"kindness?"

"Sorry," Jacques said, taking a deep breath quietly, "I mean, I'm sorry, I opened that book without asking you that day."

Reid put down the book in his hand, he looked at Jacques, and watched the young man's face slowly turn crimson under his gaze.He suddenly laughed, and was afraid of disturbing others, so he could only open the corners of his mouth silently.

Jacques looked at him and smiled, and he laughed involuntarily. The eyes of the two were bent, and they saw their own reflections in each other's eyes.

Reid touched Jacques' head, and took his head into his arms. The tip of his nose was filled with the soft fragrance of youth, and for some reason, his heart felt warm.

Jacques leaned crookedly in Reid's arms, looking at the peaceful sky outside the window, and suddenly thought that it would be great if Quantico never arrived there, he didn't want to end this journey at all.

"Jacques," Reid said.

"kindness?"

Reid's slender fingers run through Jacques' black hair, watching the hair fall down, the hair on the forehead is almost covering the eyes.He said, "Go back and get your hair cut?"

"Okay, how about you cut it for me?" Jacques said jokingly.

"sure."

Jacques turned around, looked suspiciously at the serious doctor, and said, "Don't be funny, you know how to cut your hair?"

"Books teach you everything. The essence is actually mathematics..."

"Oh, come on," Jacques said incredulously, "You can't boil everything down to math and... oh god, don't tell me you play the piano this afternoon..."

Reid grinned silently, looking smug.

"What about the cello? Would you do that too?"

"Then I may need someone to teach me."

"Do you want to think about me?"

"Do you want to?"

Jacques hesitated and said, "Hey, my thighs are a little sore, it seems that the muscles are overstretched."

Reid smiled and said, "I just know how to do Thai massage. If you want to experience it tonight, it will be... my tuition fee."

"Since you have made such a strong request, then I will reluctantly agree first."