CM The future I see without you

"Spencer, here is your letter." Jacques opened the door and found a white envelope lying on the ground. He bent down to pick it up and looked at it. There was no signature, address or phone number. He remembered the so-called Spencer envelope. The bosom friend sneered, and threw the envelope into the arms of the doctor who was about to hold the scarf.

Reid put the scarf on Jacques helplessly, closed the door casually, and said, "Don't do this, Jacob, I thought we had reached a consensus on this matter..."

"What consensus? Don't talk nonsense, why don't I know?" Jacques stomped down the stairs, leaving Reid behind.

Reid chased after them, and when the two reached the gate, they found that it was still raining heavily outside.

"Forget it, I'm going to get the umbrella." Jacques flipped through his bag and said, "It just so happens that my cold medicine seems... oh, I didn't bring it, where did you put it?"

"Inside your so-called smart pill box, seriously Jacques, it's useless, it doesn't even have my brain remembering your meds."

"Reid, don't compare your brain to my pill box, choo! Okay? It's just a programmed box." Jacques was still rummaging through the bag without looking up explain.

"Since it's just a box, why do you want to buy it home?" Reid has a headache when he thinks of that weird white box. In his apartment, there are already two sweeping robots, four VR glasses, and maybe there is a small one lying in a corner. Drones... and Jacques' PSP, which Reid can always pick up from every corner.

Honestly, Reid was afraid that his technophobia would explode one day and throw Jacques out with all his mess.

"So, why don't you go up and get it? Or should I go?" Reid said helplessly.

"No!" Jacques finally took out a key from his bag, and said with a sigh of relief, "Okay, I found it, choo!"

When Jacques dawdled to take everything down, Reid looked at his watch. It was only three or ten minutes before he went to work.

"Three 10 minutes? Then we can go slower." Jacques didn't like the sticky feeling of his clothes being wet by the rain, so he kept hiding in Reid's arms.

Reid was annoyed by him, so he simply wrapped the young man in his coat, and the two moved forward slowly like Siamese twins.

"Oh, by the way, this envelope is not for me." Reid suddenly remembered, and asked suspiciously, "Is it yours? Jacob?"

"What are you talking about?! Sneeze!" Jacques sniffed his nose hard, and said sullenly, "Spencer, I feel a little breathless, Sneeze!"

Reid hastily opened the corner of the coat, and Jacques immediately felt the cold wind mixed with the bean-sized raindrops hitting his head, and he stretched out his hand to pull Reid's clothes a little tighter towards himself.

"Be patient, we'll be there soon."

"Okay, Sneeze!"

The two almost staggered step by step, and rushed to sit in the analysis room in the last 5 minutes.

Morgan looked at Jacques's short black hair and couldn't help laughing, "Jacques, were you bitten by a beaver yesterday? Look at your hair! The girls in this building are crying to death!" "

Reid put a cup of hot water in front of Jacques with an unhappy face, and answered Morgan for the trembling young man, "In fact, this one combines the most distinctive features of the top ten most popular men's hairstyles in the United States this year, and, most importantly, Morgan, I let you see my design draft before I started it, and you said it was perfect, so I started it!"

"Oh, so you are that friend with great taste." Jacques looked up at Morgan with an awkward smile on his face, and said slowly, "I thought it was Rossi." He asked Reid: "May I know why?" ?”

"Actually, I want to know too." Rossi said with a smile, he came in from the outside with a cup, behind him was JJ in an off-white sweater and Garcia in a thick gray shawl, looking big The significant drop in temperature caused the beauty-loving ladies to raise their hands in surrender.

"Is everyone here, can we start?" Hotch was still wearing a black suit meticulously, without a smile on his face. He looked at the team members present and immediately found that there was one person missing, "Is Emily still here?"

Just as she was talking, Emily hurried in through the door wearing a thin black suit jacket. Maybe she ran too hastily. Her hair was wet from the rain and scattered on her shoulders, and there were a few small spots of mud on the hem of her clothes.

"Did you come here in the rain?" Morgan quickly stood up, went to the tea room and got a cup of hot coffee for her.

Emily took the coffee and took a deep breath, her pale face recovered a little rosy, looked at everyone's worried eyes, smiled, and said: "Uh, it's just that the road is blocked again, you know, there will always be traffic in a month." a few weeks..."

"Okay, since it's okay, Garcia, let's get started." Hotch signaled Garcia to start.

Garcia called out the photo, zoomed in, and said, "On the same night, oh, last night, two families in Washington caught fire and all their family members were killed."

"That's weird," Morgan said. "Hasn't the morning news aired yet? I don't seem to have seen the news."

"Yes, everyone is talking about the drastic cooling these days," Garcia said. His son was killed in the master bedroom, all shot in the forehead. The gun belonged to the father."

"Murder first and then commit suicide?" JJ asked.

Reid frowned, glanced at the forensic autopsy records behind him, and said, "Kerry and Frank Fagan also died in their master bedroom. The cause of death...was a suspected gas leak."

"That would require a lot of gas." Rossi found it inconceivable. Generally, residential areas above the middle level in the United States generally install a variety of sensors and alarms. It is impossible to be unresponsive to such a level of leakage. He asked again, "Is there any connection between the two families?"

"Nothing," Garcia said, "except from the same state, it's all fire."

"This is really strange." JJ looked at the report and said, "There are very few house fires, let alone a few miles away, within the same hour, there was another fire."

"If this is indeed a homicide case, then the suspect is highly motivated and organized." This reminded Emily of something, she sighed, and said, "I think there may be more than one suspect."

"Go and see the scene first." Hotch seriously sorted out the documents in his hand, stood up, and when he was about to leave, he said to Reid: "Jacques is asleep, go and have a look, if he is not feeling well, let him stay."

Reid turned his head, only to find Jacques lying on the table with his eyes closed and his face flushed.Obviously, when he just went out, he just sneezed, Reid sighed, he shook the young man's shoulder lightly, but as soon as he got close, he could feel the temperature on his body higher than that of ordinary people.

Jacques felt that his brain was in a daze, and his whole body seemed to be baked on an active volcano. Every muscle was sore, like ice cream that melted into water under the hot sun, but after a while, Jacques began to feel cold, and his bones were involuntary. Trembling slightly, the cold wind whistling outside seemed to blow into the high-density wall of the FBI, seeping into every cell of him.

He forced his eyes open and said to Reid, "Oh, I think Hotch is right, ahem, Spencer, I..."

"Oh, just leave the poor boy here," Garcia said to Reid, taking a thick blanket from JJ and covering Jacques lightly, "I'll take care of him."

"Okay then." Reid touched Jacques' forehead worriedly, but the temperature didn't drop much. He stroked Jacques's back gently, and Jacques fell asleep again unbearably.

Reid went outside, told Garcia, and said: "He still has a little antibiotic in his bag, let him eat it later, and I still have a little riboflavin and magnesium in the drawer, if he has a headache, give him some."

"Oh, okay." Garcia patted the worried Reid on the shoulder and said reassuringly, "I know, I will."

"By the way, and," Reid felt that there were too many things to explain, he added, "If he has a bad headache, I still have a bottle of aspirin in the drawer, but I can't give him more. The most important thing is ..."

"He can't drink." Garcia rolled his eyes and said, "Reid, don't be so nervous, I won't make eggnog for him. Go, Hotch, they're waiting for you."

"Okay. Thank you, Garcia."

"No, Jacob is my friend too, isn't he?"

Garcia saw off the large team and returned to the analysis room, only to find Jacques, who was supposed to be asleep, leaning softly on the swivel chair, looking at the report on the table.

"Jacques, what you need now is to rest." Garcia imitated Reid's stern expression, took the documents away from his hand, and said.

"Come on, ahem," Jacques said hoarsely, "I'm not sleepy at all now, ahem, I can't sleep either, give it to me, let me see."

"emmm, okay then." Garcia looked at Jacques' clear blue eyes and firm hand in the air, and put the information in his hand again, she said, "Have you taken your antibiotics? Reid said you have inside……"

"Yes." Jacques looked at the report and nodded.

"Then I'll paste... oh, these photos." Garcia carefully pasted a stack of printed photos from the scene on the wall in order.

"It's kind of weird." Jacques said, tilting his head.

"what happened?"

Jacques turned to the previous medical report of the Cosenza family and said: "These two families don't have any, ahem, mental illness. Just looking at these materials, ahem, they are healthy, happy, and have no financial problems. Difficulties."

"Oh, what's that for?" Garcia turned on the computer and said, "Maybe it's really a coincidence?"

"I don't think so, ahem," Jacques said, "considering the time when the fire broke out and the habits of the two families, and afterward, ahem, the place where the body was found, ahem, ahem..." He patted He patted his chest and tried to quell his cough, but both lungs seemed to be knocked down by the freezing cold at the same time. Jacques felt very uncomfortable and his throat was itchy.

Garcia stood up and poured him a cup of hot water, watched him drink it in small sips, and the coughing became less severe.

Jacques said: "Well, oh, Lauren Cosenza will be downstairs helping her son with homework at that time, and Ron hasn't left work yet. Although the Fagan family doesn't have, ahem, a fixed schedule, they often travel, but last night... ..."

"Oh, here, they should have a dinner party to attend." Garcia thought for a while, and said, "But it's also possible, emm, maybe the suspect did it randomly?"

Jacques pressed his temples, squinted his eyes, and thought for a while, but he couldn't rule out such a possibility, but his intuition told him no, and he asked Garcia: "Is there really no connection between these two families? I always feel... "

"Oh, you're right." Garcia's computer screen kept shrinking, dialog boxes kept popping up and disappearing by themselves, and finally there was only a small dialog box left. She said to Jacques, "There are people in both families who are Soccer coach. Kerry Fagan was the soccer coach for her godson's team."

"Both families have someone from Europe who coached football?" Jacques suddenly thought, "They may have known each other, Garcia!"

"kindness?"

"We should, ahem, check their phone numbers, emails, um, things like that."

"Oh, oh. Yes, how did I forget this?!" Garcia speeded up the movement in his hand, and called up the records of the two families, but also added the call volume of the mobile phone, and it would take a long time to select these numbers Now, we have to compare each other... Garcia said: "My system may not be able to bear such a large workload, and it may take a while."

"You should ask Hotch to upgrade his equipment." Jacques sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Of course I want to," Garcia angrily turned on another computer and said, "But the purchase of a PDA last time has cost an extra part of the budget, and Hotch asked me to think of other ways."

"Ok."

"Where are you going?" Garcia watched Jacques rubbing his eyes and stood up unsteadily, afraid that the boy would fall to the ground.

Jacques tugged at the blanket, thought for a while, and said, "Oh, I've run out of water, ahem, I want to pour some more."

Garcia watched him walk out the door slowly, but after a while, he turned back again.

"I forgot my cup." Jacques smiled silly, and said, "Do you know, um, which drawer Reid put my medicine? I'm worried, ahem, rummaging through his drawers, At that time, ahem, he will be angry with me again."

"You turned over?" Garcia sighed and stood up.

Jacques innocently opened his eyes wide, looked at Garcia watery and defended: "Of course not, I have always valued privacy the most."

"I think so too."

Garcia watched Jacques take two aspirin, put back the medicine bottle and closed the drawer, and accompanied him to the pantry to pour hot water.

When they came back, the people who had gone out had already sat in their chairs and analyzed the news in their hands.

Reid sat on the chair next to Jacques, holding a thick stack of printing paper in his hand. He stood up and helped Jacques sit down, and then said to Garcia: "I printed out all the call records you called out."

"Oh, thanks," Garcia said, sitting back in front of the computer, "I think you must have found something, right?"

"It's true that they haven't been in touch with each other, but," Reid said, "there's a common number."

"Give it to me honey, I'm ready."

Byron Delaney, the owner of the number, whose wife died last year and whose children have grown up and is not in the US, is unsurprisingly a Brit, from the same continent as the two previous members of the family.

"The address has been sent to your mobile phone."

Morgan stood up, picked up his coat, and said, "I'm going with Emily."

Hotch nodded.

Reid turned sideways, reached out and touched the forehead of the young man who was still lying on the table. The temperature was indeed a little lower than when he left. He asked, "Have you taken the medicine?"

Jacques nodded.

Reid sighed. He felt that Jacques's resistance was really weak. Every time the temperature drops or the weather changes slightly, let alone flu, Jacques is always in the BAU, or if there is no accident, it is in this FBI building The first to fall.

Can you let him go to the hospital for an examination?It was worse than killing him.

Reid wanted to sigh again, he took out the envelope from his coat and handed it to Jacques, saying, "Maybe this is for you, if Maeve wants to send me a letter, she will write her name."

"Oh, Maeve, how kind. Dr. Reid." Jacques pouted childishly, his cheeks puffed up, and Reid smiled and couldn't help poking him.

"Hey! Hand!" Jacques glared at him, the hand that opened the envelope accidentally overstretched, and a card flew out.

"What is this?" Garcia picked it up, but found that there was no text on the white card, only a hand-painted pattern.

Jacques took it, it was a four-leaf clover trait, and he was a little confused as to what it meant.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open and hit the wall. JJ came over and said anxiously: "Morgan and Emily were attacked and were not injured. Emily hit one of the opponent's men."

Hotch stood up abruptly and walked out quickly.

Reid and Jacques stood up too, and Jacques put the blanket back on the chair, ready to put on his coat.

"Jacques, otherwise you'd better stay here..." Reid and Garcia looked at him disapprovingly.

Jacques shook his head, he would not be relieved until he saw his teammates intact.