CM The future I see without you

"This is Special Inspector Andi Swan, she is the head of the Domestic Human Trafficking Task Force." Hotch pushed open the door of the analysis room, and introduced the blonde middle-aged woman in a black suit behind him to everyone present. Andi said: "Agent Morgan and Agent Rossi went to the crime scene, this is Agent Jareau and Dr. Reid, Garcia, I think you should know each other."

"Of course." Andi nodded, she smiled at the agents present, and then her eyes were attracted by the photos on the whiteboard.

"So what do you know about this perpetrator?" JJ asked.

Andi turned around and said: "There has been a criminal organization kidnapping young people all over the country for these years. We have tracked them down for nearly three years, but they are always one step behind. I have been notified that you have found a dead person here, age Between the age of 24, I suspect it has something to do with them."

Reid nodded and said, "Paige Hawley and Jake Wattey."

Andi hummed, and then said: "This is the first time that a body that can be identified has been found. The key is that we found that they only trade in big cities and they will not stay in the same place for two days. Next Finding them is just waiting for them to show up."

"What type of deal?" Reid asked, frowning.

Andi looked back at the miserable and dead young girl in the trunk of the scrapped vehicle in the wilderness, sighed, and said: "People are easy, they are in one place, let customers do whatever they want to the victims The thing about... eh..."

Reid looked at Andi's tired look, turned his head and looked at JJ, and saw sympathy, worry, and pressure in her eyes. After all, this kind of transaction is generally a huge amount, and the criminal gang is well-organized, cautious and orderly. If Andi had been chasing them for so many years without any results, then this was a very precious opportunity to catch them all, but again, if missed, there may be no chance again.

"Recently we sent people into their interior." Andi said to Hotch.

Hotch frowned, he stopped Reid's questioning, and said, "This kind of organization has always been very strict about the privacy protection of customers, you guys, are your agents pretending to be their targets?"

Reid asked, "So, you've profiled their target group?"

"Yes," Andi said. "They usually look for young people who are stressed out and seek excitement, and then lock them up for a long time. When they are tamed, they start trading."

"Then why kill them?" JJ asked, "If it's easy..."

"Actually, we think that what their customers buy is not people, but... Actually, I don't know how to describe these...", she said, and slowly stopped, she bit her lower lip, Some embarrassed asked Hotch, said: "I heard that Jacques was transferred to your department?"

Reid turned his head to stare at her, frowned, and asked seriously, "Does he have anything to do with this case?"

"Reid." Hotch stopped the doctor lightly, he turned sideways and helped Andi block Reid's inquiring gaze, he said: "Agent Sauniere is on sick leave, Andi, you..."

Andi shook her head. She took a sip of her coffee and said, "I thought he had fixed his sick leave and started working..." She thought for a while, then said, "I still hope...Hotch, when he was in my group After following this case, it is the victim profile he gave, I think..."

Hotch nodded calmly, he glanced at JJ and Reid, and then said to Andi: "If necessary, I will consider this matter."

**

Jacques sat on a simple blue plastic chair, his right leg resting on his left knee, and little by little the shoelaces Reid had tied him wobbled.

The tent was huge, but it was empty inside. Jacques looked around, and then turned his gaze to the man in front of him who was handcuffed and curled up in a corner of the tent.

He did not have the spirit of that day, dry and old, like a goshawk with broken wings, huddled in the crevices of the cliff rocks, waiting for the strong wind or rainstorm to knock its body down.

Doyle opened his eyes slightly, and after seeing the person sitting in front of him clearly, he even pulled a smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "You're finally here."

Jacques twirled his hand and gun with his forefinger, but didn't answer.

"Alone?" Doyle said again, trying to prop himself up by rubbing against one of the tent's metal supports, but his arms were limp, he struggled a few times, and fell again.

Suddenly, he began to cough, which became more and more severe. Jacques moved the chair back a bit, worried that the blood sprayed from his mouth would splash on his trouser legs.

When Doyle quieted down, Jacques said, "It's just me."

Doyle looked at this handsome young man in silence, he looked much more energetic, not as sickly flushed as that day, nor as fierce and brave as when he was protecting that woman.

He lowered his eyes quietly and looked at himself. His eyes were big, and the blue pupils reflected the bloodshot eyes at the corners of his mouth, which made him look disdainful and sharp. The tails of his eyes moved down slightly, which made him less cruel. A little naive. Doyle smiled with difficulty, his sternum was fractured, and every breath was sharply painful, he asked, "How did she die?"

Jacques said calmly: "Excessive blood loss, shock."

Doyle lowered his head, and not long after, he started laughing again. He watched Jacques stand up, the black muzzle of the gun in his hand pointed at his stomach, and he fell back calmly, leaning against the tent The tough bracket said slowly: "So anxious? Don't you want to know how I found you?"

Jacques lowered his raised arms and tilted his head to look at him.

Doyle said: "Your teacher also praised you to me, saying, oh, that you are his most amazing student, his most successful work."

The words with a thick Irish accent echoed in Jacques' mind like the sultry thunder of a summer evening. He looked at Doyle's light gray pupils and seemed to hear the annoying sound of rain again.

"Tick...tick..."

Jacques shook his head slightly, focusing on the man's lower left abdomen, and raised his gun.

Doyle smiled and said, "You told her that I loved her."

"boom!"

Jacques wiped the blood splashed on his face in disgust, he opened the door curtain, returned the hot gun in his hand to the man who had been guarding the door, put on his sunglasses and left.

He has to go back and change his clothes.

The man watched the helicopter hovering in mid-air, heading in the direction it came from, and suddenly disappeared.He curled his lips and said into the intercom that the task was completed.

After receiving the reply to leave, the man could have left, but for some reason, he opened the door curtain and walked in.

Doyle wasn't dead yet, but he was close.The man froze at the door, without even taking a step forward. He took off his sunglasses and saw bright red blood gurgling out from the huge wound on the abdomen of the former IRA leader on the ground, accompanied by yellow-green digestive juices, and pieces of guts.

The bullet pierced his stomach but avoided the fatal abdominal aorta.He will die, but not immediately, but waiting for the moment when the digestive juice slowly corrodes the stomach, liver, kidneys and other internal organs in the abdomen, or the moment when the blood in the small blood vessels dries up.

The man backed out of the tent again, and he had to wait a little longer.

**

When Jacques hung his ID on his chest again, he sighed. He wanted to come back early, but he didn't expect it to be the first day after he was discharged from the hospital.

He pushed open the door of the analysis room, and Reid was still buried in a pile of file files, and no one else was there.

"Jacques?" Reid raised his head and asked strangely, "Why did you change your clothes?"

"Oh," Jacques glanced at his clean black suit and said, "Go to work, you have to be more formal."

Reid glanced at him again, suppressing the doubts in his heart, and then turned the topic to the case, saying: "Morgan and Rossi went to the forensic room and haven't come back, but there is news that the victims may have had drug abortions, Hotch , JJ, and Agent Swan rushed to an agent's house and said they were missing."

"Missing?" Jacques pulled out a chair and sat next to Reid, and said, "An agent under Andi?"

"Correct."

Jacques shook his head and said, "Are they still planning to send undercover agents to infiltrate that organization? I always feel that the leader is out of order, and such infiltration...may be dangerous."

"Not normal?" Reid looked up and said, "Which way?"

"Spiritual," Jacques said. "I mentioned it in my report when I left the group, but there was no evidence, just a vague feeling. Later, I found that those potential victims never Showed up, either way. Reid, those who buy don't get their hands so dirty, that organization helps them deal with the victim...maybe for them, it's the goods. Reid, I don't think they're doing an auction population, even if that's their original intention."

"Are you still paying attention after you filed the report?" Reid asked him, frowning. "You're following this case in private? Do you know how much..."

"Dangerous?" The indescribable sneer appeared on Jacques' face again. He stood up slowly, pushed the chair away, and said in a low and forceful voice, "Reid, I was once a victim too. Or, it’s just that my luck is better, so I can still stand here and listen to you.”

Reid put down the paper in his hands helplessly, and murmured, "I'm sorry..."

"No, no..." Jacques shook his head slowly, he sighed, the hesitation, surprise and distress in Reid's eyes calmed down his brain, he stepped forward hesitantly, and gently embraced his lover , suddenly became clumsy, and could only say: "I'm sorry, Reid, I didn't think..."

Reid let go of Jacques' arms and watched him silently.

Jacques didn't want to meet his gaze, and lowered his head like a cowardly deserter, he asked, "Do you have any more detailed information on that... missing agent?"

"At Garcia's," Reid said.

Jacques nodded, stood up and left the analysis room.

Just as Garcia hung up Hotch's call, she heard her door being pushed open with a creak.She turned her head and saw Jacques holding two coffee mugs.

"Oh, God, my God! Why are you here?" Garcia hugged Jacques excitedly, and bounced lightly.

Jacques smiled faintly while raising the cup in his hand high, and said, "Because I miss you so much, my princess."

"Oh, forget it," Garcia let go of him in disgust, sat back to her seat, and said, "You only have the little doctor in your heart, and only Morgan can call me a princess. If you are like this, he will Jealous."

"Okay, okay." Jacques put the glass in front of her, leaning against her table, and said, "I won't fight him, but, Garcia, you have to know that I love as much as Morgan. And , thank you for the biscuits. They are great."

"Just as long as you like it." Garcia held up the coffee cup with a smile, and said with some regret, "Originally, I planned to make you a strawberry chiffon, but I even bought everything, but..." She shrugged, Helplessly looking at the jumping dots of light on the computer screen.

"I'm here for this case." Jacques took a sip of warm water and said, "The missing agent, can I know more about her?"

"Of course." Garcia opened the final dialog box, which was a young woman with dark hair.

"Renee Matlin?"

"You know her?" Garcia looked at Jacques, who had changed his face in surprise, and said, "She has been undercover for almost a year."

"She didn't come in long after I left," Jacques said, "but Andi likes to use someone as hard-working and aggressive as her, and it's not particularly strange that she got this assignment. But..."

Jacques stood up straight, but his fingers kept turning the coffee cup filled with warm water. He thought for a while and said, "Renee doesn't have much experience. She can't gain too much trust and can't go deep into that organization."

Garcia nodded, she didn't really understand what Jacques was muttering, her attention was always on the flashing yellow dots on the screen, which were 42 widely distributed gas stations, and she had to screen out the profilers The one needed.

Jacques leaned over to look, and probably knew what Garcia was worrying about. He pointed to the photo with a corner exposed, and said, "Is this taken at the scene?"

Garcia nodded and said, "The car accidentally went down the slope, the driver died on the spot, and the ambulance crew found the bodies of those young people in his trunk. I have to find the gas station where he filled up, oh, God, but I don't have anything else on my hands, Jacques."

"But it's never bothered you, Garcia." Jacques patted the girl on the shoulder reassuringly, and added, "I think, uh, look here, you say, these 42 gas stations don't happen to be selling this Bad cheese sandwiches and Cremon coffee?"

Garcia was taken aback for a moment, she zoomed in on what was under the driver's seat in the photo, and suddenly realized. "Oh, God, Jacques! You are really, really, God, I don't know how to say it, I'm going to find it, I'm going to find it at last!" Garcia said, tapping the keyboard with her fingers, typing a message Another instruction, concentrating on the information on the screen.

Jacques looked at her renewed fighting spirit, smiled, and withdrew from Garcia's battlefield.

**

"I looked through these materials," Reid pushed a stack of files in front of Andi, and said, "AgentMatlin has done a lot of work, most of which are people who joined the club on the weekend and disappeared within three days , including the dead found in the morning."

"Then why didn't she report it?" JJ asked.

Andi glanced at Jacques who walked into the analysis room, and then turned around and said, "Renee is a perfectionist, she must want to collect more evidence."

"Andi." Jacques greeted him.

Andi just smiled, she wanted to hug her former teammate, but put her hand down again, she lowered her eyes, looked at the paint on her shoes, and said, "I'm sorry, Jacques, I didn't listen to you, I... I still agree with them..."

"You shouldn't say sorry to me." Jacques stepped forward, hugged the always strong former boss gently, and said, "In your position, agreeing to this plan is nothing more than normal, and you shouldn't blame yourself .”

"but……"

Reid stepped forward and gently pulled the two of them apart, and said to the female detective: "I think Jacques is right, you should focus on the case now. If according to my analysis and their standards, there is still 63 people were kidnapped."

Hotch flipped through Reid's files on the table, and there were young people, men and women, with fiery rebellion and youthful indulgence in their eyes.

He said: "There are so many children like this in the United States. Why do they move across the country instead of concentrating in one place, such as a port city?"

Jacques said: "It is usually an international human trafficker, and if it is domestic, there are not so many requirements."

Andi took a deep breath, and her expression became serious. She picked up Jacques' words and said, "And they move quickly and efficiently, and they usually don't stay in the same place for too long."

JJ put the photo of the driver who died in the car accident in front of everyone, and said: "But they have lost the driver, how are they going to transfer so many people?"

Hotch was also thinking about this question, and when he was about to say his conjecture, Rossi and Morgan pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Garcia.

The two of them looked very energetic after a day of jumping outside, Jacques moved to Reid's position in disgust, he smelled the sour smell of sweat constantly coming from Morgan's body.

Morgan glanced at him and said to Hotch, "We went to the address of the gas station that Garcia had sent us, and found that this kid was using a nearby public phone box to call a pharmacy three kilometers away while he was filling up."

"They didn't even use disposable phones, it was just to cover up their route, but," Rossi said, draping his coat over a chair, "that means they weren't on a long trip, and those kids were killed nearby."

"How do they trade?" HOtch asked Andi, "Cash, or online transfer?"

"Cash." Andi said, "They are very cautious, and safety is always the first element they consider."

"Not necessarily," Jacques said. "Right now, they just lost a driver, but they didn't reveal where they were hiding."

"And they most likely have reserved customers." JJ marked the gas station that Garcia mentioned on the whiteboard with a red pen, and said, "Money is more important, or is safety more important?"

Hotch suddenly remembered, and he turned to Jacques and said, "I just pulled up that report you finished, and it said that you think the leader of this organization is abnormal?"

Jacques froze for a moment, he thought for a while, and said, "Yes, but it's just a very vague feeling, you know..."

"No, I want to hear from you." Hotch said, looking at him firmly.

Jacques sighed, looked at his teammates who were all focused on him, and said: "At that time Andi just suspected that such an organization existed. I followed her to check the victims..."

Andi nodded, and she also remembered what happened at that time.

Jacques continued: "Those young men, no matter men or women, showed no signs of being restrained. But strangely, there were many bruises and contusions on their shoulders, backs, or arms, etc. The forensic report at the time It also shows that they were most likely beaten during their lifetime."

Rossi nodded, he looked at Morgan, they went to the forensic room, came to the same conclusion.

Jacques took a sip of warm water and said, "Then I will apply to re-examine the blood samples for those victims..."

"You didn't tell me about this..." Andi looked at him in surprise.

Jacques scratched his tangled short hair, and said embarrassedly: "Actually, it's just my guess..."

Morgan asked, "What did you find?"

"One boy, he was injected with sildenafil, a fairly high concentration," Jacques said.

Reid explained: "Sildenafil, which is commonly used to treat ED, stimulates the nerves..."

Rossi told Hotch: "The boy today had it too, and the girl was on mifepristone."

"Drug abortion," Reid said.

Garcia exhaled softly, thinking that the following content might not be purely human trafficking.

Hotch said seriously: "It was just a simple kidnapping and trafficking, but it gradually evolved into violence, sexual assault, torture..."

"So I think the leader...Emmmm, there's definitely an erratic element to the character," Jacques said, "And, there's more to it than that, Hotch, they've got abnormal customers, they've got young goods, they're very likely ..."

"Make it a show?" Garcia asked him anxiously.

But everyone fell into silence at the same time. Indeed, watching a young and energetic woman being tortured with her own eyes is an extremely grand sensory enjoyment for some people with special hobbies. In other words, it also greatly increases the appreciation space of the goods.

It's a disgusting win-win.