CM The future I see without you

Jacques couldn't open his eyes and couldn't move his fingers. He felt a huge feather in his throat constantly stimulating his cough reflex nerves. He wanted to cough, but his lips couldn't move.

Fortunately, he didn't catch up to Emily, those people just tied him up and watched Emily's car disappear around the corner.

Jacques was in a daze, but also realized that if these people didn't immediately shoot him in the forehead like they killed Kerry, he would have something they needed here.

So unfortunately, Jacques can't really think of anything about Doyle and that four-leaf clover tattoo, he doesn't have what they need.

Jacques felt that there was something on his back that had been sticking to his back. The pain was severe. Moreover, he didn't know whether they knocked him out or injected or inhaled anesthesia. As a result, Jacques' brain could barely think, but his muscles in a completely relaxed state.

This makes the headache even more difficult.

Jacques was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, maybe even his body couldn't bear the pain, a large amount of adrenaline in the blood crazily attacked every cell, cold sweat came out layer by layer, Jacques was in a trance, he couldn't feel the cold anymore His body seemed to be roasted by a raging fire, and every piece of skin exuded the stench of scorched protein.

He remembered that there was still a small bottle of aspirin in his trouser pocket, but it was useless, Jacques sighed inwardly, he needed meth, he needed Demerol, he needed morphine.

"Forget it." He thought dazedly.

**

"Hey, I said, oh, you guys might have to come over and look at this." Garcia held up the list provided by CWS and said, "There's something wrong with this form, look, here, see this one, they shouldn't be here of."

"Could it be a formatting error?" JJ asked.

Garcia shook his head and said, "This is a program template for spreadsheets. There will be no such mistakes. I think there is one name missing here."

"If this is the case, judging from the first four names, it should also be the name with the initials of LR." Morgan said.

Will it? Reid held his breath, a sentence flashed through his mind, he stood up suddenly, and said to Hotch: "Lauren Reynold! Lauren Reynold has passed away! That day, 17 days ago, I, I heard Emily say to the phone This sentence! I asked him who this person was, and she got away with it, and I, oh my god, I didn't even think about it!"

Hotch immediately took out his mobile phone to call Emily. The ringtone rang in the office hall, but there was no answer there. He followed the ringtone and walked to his team member's desk, opened the drawer, and saw that A mobile phone with his name flashing on it, and Hotch hung up the phone, picked up the things in the drawer and put them in front of everyone.

"Emily's police badge and gun?" Morgan's deep voice cast an ominous shadow in everyone's mind.

"Maybe she's the...someone we're looking for," Rossi said.

Garcia asked, "Then why is she leaving? Oh, I mean, isn't she safer out here? We're like family and we're going to protect her!"

"Maybe that's why she left." JJ said, turning her head.

Rossi sighed. He told Garcia, "Doyle will kill their family. Emily is not married. There are no close relatives here. We are her family. She ran away to protect us."

But this explanation didn't comfort Garcia, her eyes were red, her head was bowed, and she was silent.

Reid suddenly asked Rossi, "What about Jacques? Why did he get that card? He has no memory of it at all..."

Rossi couldn't answer the question either. He said: "I met Jacques once before he came to BAU, in the intensive care unit of the hospital."

Reid froze, his eyes widened suddenly, he looked at Rossi, his lips trembled, but he didn't say a word.

Rossi went on to say, "He was injured pretty badly in the front group, even..." He pointed to the brain, and then said, "There might be some confusion in his memory."

"So does his medicine always contain vitamin B12?" Reid kept rubbing his index finger against his thumb, and he pretended to be calm, and said, "What's the reason?"

"I don't know. It's because I accidentally discovered that his attending physician is Clinton, who is the most outstanding talent in craniocerebral surgery in the world." Rossi shook his head and said, "If you look at all his detailed records, it is Needs Mueller's access code. You should have checked with Garcia."

"Yes." Garcia nodded blankly. The FBI's database only kept Jacques' general experience, and Reid said that these things were purely fake and full of loopholes.

Reid subconsciously wanted to look for Jacques in the crowd, but he couldn't be seen no matter what.

The doctor was a little flustered. He pushed Garcia away and walked quickly to the analysis room. There was no one there, only Jacques' cell phone was on the table.

"Could it be, could it be that he went to pour water?" Garcia asked.

JJ walks over to Jacques' place, the teen's bag still on his chair, no badge, no gun.

Morgan stopped Reid who was going to the pantry, and pointed to his own table, where a familiar cup was placed.

"It's Jacques's," Garcia said.

Reid took a deep breath, the water in the cup seemed to still have the temperature of a young man, he glanced at the opened drawer, and the medicine bottle inside was gone.

"Garcia, did you take the pill bottle?" he asked.

Garcia leaned over to look, and said, "Oh, Jacques said he had a headache, I gave him two tablets, but I put them back later." After she finished speaking, she carefully looked at the serious Reid.

Hotch patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Did he go somewhere and didn't tell you? Do you have his text messages or missed calls on your phone?"

"No," Reid recalls, "while I was posting the profile I was looking over to the analysis room, and Jacques was spinning around in his chair, and I didn't think about him anymore...I... You clearly told him not to wander around..."

Morgan was standing in this position, just in time to see someone push the door to go out, he said: "Jacques, will he see Emily go out when he comes to your side to get the medicine..."

JJ nodded and said, "He found it strange, because the profiling wasn't over yet, so he followed."

Hotch immediately said to Garcia: "Adjust the surveillance video, wait, Emily should drive away, Garcia, remember to adjust a garage surveillance."

"Oh, oh, ok, I'll go right away!"

Rossi squeezed the tense Reid's shoulder lightly and said, "He'll be fine, Reid..."

Just talking, he himself fell silent.

Hotch hesitated for a moment, then asked JJ, "Can you... I mean, maybe a friend from the CIA can help us a little bit, JJ."

JJ nodded, she looked at Reid with red eyes and said, "But I'm not sure..."

"It's okay, go ahead, Strauss is on vacation, I'm in charge of this."

**

A side of blue sky, a quiet small courtyard, a mass of gentle wind blowing towards our face, in the wind, there seemed to be a woman who had always been calling softly, she said: "A-Dong, A-Dong..."

Jacques vaguely heard someone calling him, although it was not his name, but he had the feeling that this name belonged to him.

He wanted to respond, but found that he couldn't speak. He wanted to leave this too quiet courtyard, but his legs didn't have any strength.

The sky was getting closer and closer to him, and the rich azure blue was like a bottomless sea. Jacques was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

Literally, woke up.

Then, he saw Emily.

Emily tied to a chair.

"Jacques." Emily was still wearing his gray coat, but the collar was ripped open, and the clothes were messy. She was anxious but had to lower her voice, and asked, "Jacques, wake up, Jacques!"

Jacques' eyes were finally focused. His brain seemed to be overwhelmed and forced to restart. The reaction was a little slow but it was clearer. He looked up. It seemed like a huge warehouse. They didn't bind themselves, but put He threw it on the cold stone tile floor. Jacques tried to stand up, but his limbs were so weak that he couldn't even do it against the wall.The abdomen and brain were aching as if they had suffered a strong impact. Jacques blinked vigorously, took a deep breath, and felt better. He nodded towards Emily.

Relieved, Emily asked, "Listen, Jacques, it's possible that you may not have any memory of the incident or the name Doyle."

Jacques looked at her suspiciously.

Emily continued, "Do you remember Joint Task Force? JTF-12?"

"No." As soon as Jacques opened his mouth, the cold air rushed down the throat and into the moist lungs, and Jacques exhaled slowly, as if this seemed to reduce the impact of the cough on the brain.

With a swarthy cock pressed against the back of Emily's head, Jacques saw a strange and dangerous man caressing Emily's face intimately, and said to her, "It seems that everyone is here, baby."

He spoke with a thick Irish accent, and the hand that held him had a black four-leaf clover pattern on the inside of his wrist, and Jacques shuddered as he remembered the card, the piece of paper Morgan had given him. data of.

He was Doyle, the escaped IRA leader.

Emily was part of the capture mission.

This now extremely clear fact made Jacques tense his muscles, sweat flowed from his forehead, and his back was already soaked in cold sweat. Reid's hairstyle that he had done in the morning had long been disheveled, and his black hair was hanging down to the corners of his eyes. Jacques looked at Doyle's hand slid down Emily's fair neck, stopping on the freshly applied tattoo on the collarbone.

Emily turned her head in resistance.

Doyle laughed softly, put down the gun in his hand, raised the glass of red wine on the table beside him, and even walked leisurely in the open space between Jacques and Emily, he said: "I've always been weird, baby, How did you know I had another child?"

"You told me, didn't you?" Emily said calmly.

"No, it's not." Doyle finished his glass of red wine, bent down, squeezed Emily's chin hard, forcing her to look at Jacques curled up in a corner, and said, "Before then, you knew. Baby, you knew Is it? North Korea is so quiet, quiet enough to make me think clearly about things I couldn't see a long time ago."

The sneer at the corner of his mouth gradually widened, his temples bulged, and the veins on his neck bulged outwards. Doyle lost his composure a little bit, but he still asked calmly and calmly, "Why did you suddenly approach Jones? At that time he treated you He's just a housekeeper's boy! He doesn't know anything!"

Emily snorted, but she didn't speak.

He grabbed Emily's hair and pulled it back. Emily was forced to look at the pale Jacques. Doyle whispered in her ear like a demon. He said, "Don't talk? Eh? It's okay, I'll let him talk." Speaker."

"Wait, Ian, wait!" Emily tried to break free from the leather rope in a panic, she yelled in panic, "He doesn't know! Ian! Let him go! He doesn't know anything!"

Doyle let go, and strode towards the curled up young man. He sneered, and suddenly his right leg slammed forward and hit Jacques' abdomen forcefully. One after another, he was like an angry old lion who lost his beloved son. He couldn't hear the scream of the woman he once loved behind him, and the young man under his feet didn't cry or moan. For him now, it was simply the best sandbag to vent his anger.

**

"Ian Doyle is a very conceited lunatic. He has a high degree of self-control but once the situation gets out of control, he will become extremely dangerous." Clyde Easter was the captain of the Joint Task Force-12 team seven years ago. At this moment, he is sitting in the BAU preparing Looking at the piles of materials in the hall, he sighed and said.

"The point now," Hotch said, "is where is he taking Emily? Do you know him? This Jeremy?"

Clyde took the paper from Garcia, nodded, and said, "Of course, he was one of us, acting as a liaison, and even... he was the first to be killed."

"He's the one who sold your list to Doyle," Rossi said. "Garcia, we computer experts have discovered a huge amount of money in his name from unknown sources."

Clyde rubbed his face with his hands, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Indeed, apart from the team leader assigned by his organization, Jeremy is the one who has the most information about the team members.

Reid put down the paper materials in his hand decadently, his heartbeat was fast, his breath was short of breath, his brain was generally unable to think due to lack of oxygen, and his mind was full of Jacques.

"Jacques," he said, with another low sigh.

Morgan looked at him worriedly, and asked strangely: "Reid, what were you talking about just now? What happened to Jacques?"

"Yes! Jacques!" Reid stood up excitedly, and he asked JJ, "Can you pull that list together with the CWS one?"

"of course."

On the big screen, the list provided by the CIA and the left and right shares of CWS, Reid said to everyone: "CWS crossed out Emily's alias, but the CIA kept her name, but," Reid pointed to the two forms , saying: "Jacques's name is not on either of them, even if it's just a pseudonym."

JJ compared it, and Garcia's photo on the whiteboard had already attributed each alias and real identity together, and there was indeed no Jacques' name on it.

But the card with the four-leaf clover pattern is placed in the center of the table, and no one can ignore it.

Clyde frowned and said: "I don't know the person you're talking about, I haven't even met him, but, I remember Jeremy once brought over a profile, and that profile was for our mission to go smoothly The key, if..."

"A profile of what?" Hotch asked.

Clyde said helplessly: "We had come to an end that time. Although Emily and Doyle became boyfriend and girlfriend, she couldn't get any closer, and Doyle's assistant kept doubting her identity. There. The higher-ups were going to drop the mission, but someone told me he might be able to help us."

"Who's that guy?" Rossi asked.

"Sorry, I can't say that." Clyde shook his head, as true to his oath as every agent once swore to their flag, and continued, "We'll have all the Doyle profiles in our hands. It was handed over to Jeremy along with the sum of the files, and a helicopter came to pick him up, and no one knows where he went."

"When Jeremy comes back, return the folder to me. He just told me that the person over there asked him to hide the profiled person's name and dictate to that person, who then told him the profile result." Clyde knew very little, but he told the BAU people what he knew.

"This person is Jacques." Reid said with certainty, "Jeremy knew about Jacques' existence, so he gave Doyle one more person than the CIA's list. Although there is no name, Doyle can find it."

"Wait," Rossi asked suddenly, "I want to know the result of the profile Jacques gave you?"

Clyde was silent. He remembered his surprise when he heard the result for the first time. He slowly said to everyone in BAU: "Jeremy told me that the profile given there is that Doyle has a biological child. Watching Emily, he wants Emily to be more than just a girlfriend, he wants...he wants her to be a mother."

Hotch sighed slowly. He glanced at Rossi and saw the affirmation in each other's eyes. They both thought of the tragedy of the family in the previous two cases, and the ten-year-old boy who was shot in the forehead. To die him is to take away other people's treasures just like what he once lost.

Reid thought about this too, and he asked Clyde, "Does Doyle have any kids?"

"Yes." Clyde nodded and said, "Actually, we were skeptical about this result at the time, but news came from Emily that there was only one child in that villa, but it was the housekeeper's child."

"As a wanted person everywhere, it is reasonable for Doyle to do this to protect his children," Morgan said.

Clyde nodded too, and said, "So we were going to get Emily close to the kid, so we could get close to Doyle. And then, like in the CIA file this lady got, we captured Doyle and sent him to prison. .”

"Garcia….." Hotch turned to the girl who was buried in the computer.

Garcia nodded. She knew what she was looking for. She tapped her fingers on the keyboard, entered a series of codes, and dialog boxes on the screen kept popping up.

Eventually, Garcia tracked down the handsome boy and found dozens of photos.

The boy and his nanny were tied up, their mouths were sealed with tape, and they were curled up in a corner. On the other side of the photo was a handful of black guns.

"Declan Jones, the adopter is... oh, it's his nanny, who settled in Boston eight years ago, but was reported missing seven years ago, and the body has not been found yet." Garcia quickly finished reading the information on the screen, looking at Morgan eagerly them.

Reid leaned closer, pointed at the hand holding the gun, and said, "This nail, hey, Morgan, come and see, this is Emily's hand!"

Morgan looked at the gnawed bare nail, nodded, and he said to Garcia: "Here, BabyGirl, can you confirm this place? If Doyle's purpose is to avenge his child, then the child will end up It's probably where he's going to take Emily."

**

"I found her!" Morgan quickly ran to the place where Emily was lying, squatted down, not daring to touch her, and shouted into the intercom with trembling hands, "She's in the southern basement! Send emergency personnel over here!"

Morgan's breathing was unsteady, a wooden stick was stabbed in Emily's abdomen, and blood slowly spread from her back. Gently, Morgan brushed the dust off her face, only to find that her face was covered with cold sweat.

"Prentiss," Morgan heard himself say, "I'm here, hold on, okay? Hold on."

Emily opened her eyes in a daze, she was too sleepy, she wanted to hold Morgan's hand, but found that she didn't have any strength, she tried to open her mouth, but her vocal cords couldn't make a sound.

"What do you want to say?" Morgan gently held her cold hand, leaned down, and heard Emily whisper.

She said, "Jacques, go and save him, Jacques..."

When he wanted to ask again, Emily had already closed her eyes, she was so tired.