CM The future I see without you

Reid once told Jacques that Quantico now has only 480 residents, but because the surrounding area is full of places like the Marine Corps base, FBI academy and laboratory, Naval Criminal Investigative Service, etc. As for the proportion of resources consumed by Quantico every year, it has always been in the top ten in the United States. Jacques recalled that every time he went to work, Reid and he had to squeeze through the airtight crowd, the screaming vehicles, and the helicopters passing overhead from time to time. Suddenly, it is quite good to be able to lie quietly in this hospital for recuperation. One thing to be thankful for.

The hospital, in the heart of Quantico, was like a forgotten paradise in the midst of the bustle of the city, so quiet.Looking out of the window, the sky is so deep and so big, with soft white clouds floating on a transparent blue, like marshmallows melted in Garcia's cup, and the view from the small latticed window of the FBI building It's not the same at all.

When the sunshine in late spring is warm and gentle, and the breeze is scattered on the bright marble floor of the ward, the leaves of the cypress trees outside the window are also rustling.

Jacques lay on the bed, boredly looking at the dots of sunlight on the glass, sighed, and turned his gaze back to the book he was holding, but he knew that he really had no interest in reading it.

It's good to live a peaceful and idle life, but after a long time, I can't help but feel a little irritable, and I miss the comrades who fought on the front line even more.

"Deng...deng..." There was a faint but moving bell outside the window, and Jacques turned his head suddenly to stare at the closed door. He also heard a familiar steady footstep, very much like Reid's pair of canvas shoes The sound of rubbing marble.

Jacques quickly closed the book in his hand and stuffed it under the pillow. When he turned around, he found that Reid had pushed the door open and entered.The weather has been warmer for a long time, but he is still wearing his old-fashioned three-piece suit, a strange purple scarf, and black espadrilles on his feet, but finally the right socks.

"Why are you wearing the same pair of socks today?" Jacques asked.

Reid looked down, raised his eyebrows, and said, "No, they are different, but they are all black. Who made you have black socks in the closet?"

"Okay." Jacques watched him put the satchel on the small sofa near the window, then carefully hung the coat and scarf on the hanger, patted the folds on them, and then sat back on the chair beside his hospital bed .

"Tell me, what were you hiding just now?" Reid asked, looking Jacques in the eyes, and then added, "I can see it, don't try to lie...and don't try to get away with it."

Jacques put away the smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at the doctor's clear eyes with the same seriousness, and solemnly assured, "I didn't, I was just waiting for you on the bed, I didn't do anything else."

Reid relaxed his straight back, leaned slowly on the back of the velvet chair, and analyzed: "When I first came in, your face was very flustered, the bottom edge of the quilt was not put down as usual, but was folded on the bed, your pillow has One head is up, what did you put underneath?"

Jacques looked at him speechlessly, and said, "You're off work, Dr. Reid."

"You can also call me Dr. Joseph Bell, Jacques." Reid reached out and pulled out what Jacques had pressed behind the pillow. It turned out to be a brown book, "The Uncanny Valley", written by Conan Doyle.

"Wow." Reid sighed softly, raised his eyebrows, and looked up at Jacques.

Jacques looked at him proudly.

Reid snorted, pinched the spine of the book and turned it over, the thin and frivolous iPhone was attracted by gravity and fell accurately on Reid's big knuckle hand.

Jacques smiled awkwardly, and silently pressed the call bell beside the bed, and within three seconds, Reid saw the door of the ward pushed open by a sweet blonde nurse girl.

"Hey, Jacques, do you need me to do something for you?" Amy smiled sweetly, her two crescent-like eyes were shining with a moving light.

Reid handed the phone to Jacques silently, he has seen too many such obsessed eyes, and too many girls looking at Jacques like this.

"Hey, Amy!" Jacques returned the phone to the nurse and introduced, "This is Amy, the beautiful and lovely little angel who took care of me today. Amy, this is Dr. Reid, my boyfriend."

Amy covered her mouth and smiled. She didn't refute Jacques' praise, nor was she surprised by Reid's existence. She just looked into Jacques' eyes without blinking, took her mobile phone from his hand, and asked, "Aren't you Need it, dear Jacques?"

"Of course. He doesn't need this." Reid stood up, scowling, and said.

Only then did Amy look at him, shrugged, and said, "Okay, if that's the case, then we'll see you when we change the dressing in half an hour."

"Bye, mine..." Before Jacques could finish, Reid closed the door rudely.

"What you need is rest, Jacques." Reid frowned, and didn't talk about Amy or the phone, but talked about his worries, "You still need morphine for pain relief, which is enough to show that your body hasn't Recovery, I'm worried, Jacques, I..."

"Okay, okay." Jacques hated Reid's expression the most, and he promised, "I will take a good rest. My doctor said that I will be discharged from the hospital in a week."

"He hasn't told me yet."

"Maybe he'll come back to you later." Jacques stretched comfortably, the wounds on his body were basically healed, and the sticky gauze didn't need to stick to it anymore. He felt refreshed. He touched the top of his head, The stitches are almost completely absorbed by the scalp tissue, leaving only a small bump all the way to the front of the forehead, but Morgan said that the hair will grow back to cover the scar.

Reid took Jacques' restless hand from the top of his head and said, "That's just for you to recuperate at home. Hotch can't let you return to the team so soon."

"If there is a problem with the procedures, I can solve it." Jacques said.

Reid explained helplessly: "It's not a formality, Jacques, everyone is worried about your body. Oh, yes, this is what Garcia asked me to hand over to you." Reid took out a large square crisper from his bag, Open the lid, and the inside is full of small colorful chocolate nut biscuits.

Jacques carefully placed the box on his lap, and picked up a bear-shaped biscuit, whose eyes were two blue round chocolates.He was reluctant to eat it, so he put it back into the box, closed the lid, handed it to Reid, and said solemnly: "Put it in the refrigerator, I will eat it by myself tomorrow."

"Okay, but you'd better try a piece first, Garcia asked me to come over tomorrow and tell her your opinion." Reid said.

"Oh, oh, let's wait a while, I just finished taking the medicine, and I still have that weird taste in my throat." Jacques picked up the glass in disgust and took a big sip of water.

Reid opened the drawer, intending to get a tissue, but found a PSP hidden under the tissue box, he smiled, but said nothing.

Jacques wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth and asked him, "You guys today..."

Hearing the word "today", Reid felt a little tired when he thought of the day's running around. He exhaled slowly, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, "Garcia received a case today, saying that a construction team was in construction. Many bones were found..."

**

A week later, Jacques signed his name on the discharge notice, hugged and bid farewell to the nurses who had been taking care of him during this period, and then slowly walked out of the hospital gate with Reid's support.

Reid also wanted to take him out, but Jacques firmly rejected the suggestion that it would damage his manhood.

"Hotch they're already at home, and Rossi made your favorite Italian-style homemade ice cream." Reid leaned over to fasten Jacques' seat belt, started his old Volvo, and continued, "But you can't If you eat too much, just have a cup."

"Why?" Jacques muttered dissatisfied, "Rossi rarely does this."

"Probably, I think, your fragile gastric mucosa won't allow it." Reid stepped on the brake slowly, and there was another traffic jam ahead, and it would probably take half an hour to get home.He thought about it, and said to Jacques, "Why don't you call Hotch first and say that we may be about 15 minutes later than expected. Tell them not to worry."

"Okay." Jacques reached out and touched his pocket, which was empty, and then suddenly realized, "My mobile phone is not with me! I haven't seen it for a while!"

"Oh, it's at home, you can take mine." Reid said as he followed the BMW in front and moved forward slowly.

Jacques took out a black straight cell phone from his jacket pocket, opened the cover, pressed the number on the keypad, and said disgustedly: "Nokia is discontinued, why don't you use the one I bought for you?" Where's the new Apple? Look, this screen... eh?"

"what happened?"

"Oh, Hotch called you, I answered?"

"kindness."

Reid listened to Jacques's serious expression, and hung up the phone. He asked, "What's the matter?"

Jacques said regretfully: "He sent you to BAU, we have a case. They are waiting for you there."

Reid didn't say anything, he freed one hand, shook Jacques' hand comfortingly, and just said lightly, "I'll take you back first."

"Ah."

Jacques didn't let Reid take him upstairs, he got out of the car, stood at the door of the apartment building, watched the blue Volvo slowly disappear at the end of the intersection, and then turned to go in.

It was about work time, there were not many people in the lobby of the building, it was empty, only the warm wind blowing from the stairs.

In this way, the man in brown and black beach pants and black sunglasses who has been staring at him is particularly eye-catching.

"Jacques sauniere?" he asked, coming up.

Jacques looked at him suspiciously, tensed the muscles in his legs, took a step back unconsciously, and asked, "We know each other?"

"I don't know." The man took out a stack of colorful motel leaflets from his pocket, frowned, picked out one of them and handed it to Jacques, and said, "But you may know this person, Director Mueller asked me to come over pick you up."

Jacques looked at the dense garbled characters in the background of the promotion, thought for a while, and then recognized the meaning and the identity of the man. He sneered and nodded.

"If possible, let's go now." The man carefully put the stack of lists back into his pocket, and said, "My teammates are waiting there."

Jacques nodded, he left his luggage at the management office in the hall, and followed the man out the door.

The tattered Jeep was clean and tidy inside. Jacques' fingers touched the smooth curve of the door, thinking, this car must have been modified by them, the sound of the engine sounded wrong, and the body material was changed to Krasco bulletproof material. Jacques also saw the satellite intercom and the central pressure relief device, which would ensure that the car would still be able to move out of the danger zone after a ground explosion.

I don't know what department this man belongs to, but it's definitely a sharp weapon in Mueller's hands.

Jacques was sitting in the back seat of the car. He saw the high-rise buildings outside quickly behind him. Scattered cypress trees and single-family houses gradually appeared on the side of the road. After a while, even pedestrians could not be seen, and the wind mixed with yellow The flying sand hit the window glass, making a crisp sound.

The car stopped steadily, and the man got out of the car, opened the door for Jacques, and said, "I'll take you here, and my teammates will take you there."

Jacques got out of the car and immediately squinted his eyes. His skin felt waves of heat, and the golden gravel under his feet conveyed the temperature of the earth's core. He turned around and saw a brown-green helicopter parked in the distance. Not far from the car, a young man in camouflage uniform was looking at himself with a FAL automatic on his back.

Jacques nodded towards him, went up and sat in his seat without asking any questions.

The NH90 military helicopter took Jacques to a stronghold deep in the desert before stopping.

Jacques took a pair of sunglasses from the young man and put them on, only to feel his eyes feel better.He asked: "You have kept him here since you caught him?"

"No." He replied, "We handed over to the team sent by Director Mueller, and they asked about it before sending it back to us." He took Jacques to the door of a makeshift tent and said, "We The next task is to guard him here until you are discharged from the hospital."

"So I can take over him now?" Jacques thought for a moment and asked, "Whatever..."

"Sorry, I don't know, my task is to give him to you." The man blinked, and he smiled, showing his white teeth.

Only then did Jacques raise the corners of his mouth, and he nodded. Just as he was about to go in, he thought of something, and he stepped back in front of the man, smiling.

The man understood and put the things at the back of his waist in Jacques' hands. He said, "Although I'm a little embarrassed, we still want you to clean it up. After all, it takes a lot of work to clean these things."

"It's okay, I can give you this money." Jacques weighed the black tube in his hand with satisfaction. The "Desert Warrior" M1911 produced by Kember Company is exclusively used by the Navy Task Force under the US Special Operations Command.He winked at the man, smiled slightly, opened the curtain of the tent, and walked in.