CM The future I see without you

In the end, it was Reid who remembered to start with the club where the victim disappeared. Garcia tried to find the management of the club, only to find that one of them owned an abandoned processing plant not far from the gas station.

Andi went to apply for support from the superior, and Hotc took the BAU there first. After all, if one second is late, the risk of the disappearing agent may double.

"You stay here, Jacques." Reid looked at Jacques who was spinning around in the swivel chair, and said, "We will go back together when I come back."

"I'm not a 4-year-old kid, Spencer, don't you need to be so nervous?" Jacques huddled in the swivel chair, tilted his head, staring at the PSP in his hand and said, "I won't sneak behind."

"Then I'll go first."

Jacques raised his head and watched Reid, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, followed Morgan and his group out of the gate. He breathed a sigh of relief, and put the PSP on his desk, stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and shook his head. Unsteadily, he stood at the door of Hotch's office.

The cool touch of the tiny wire in his hand constantly reminded Jacques that if he didn't go in now, there would be no chance in the future.But going in now, although the surveillance video can be eliminated later, but... Jacques is still a little guilty, it's not that he doesn't dare, but facing Hotch, he always feels a little panicked.

Hotch is not like any leader he has come into contact with before. He seems to be so meticulous, serious and staid, 360 hours a day, 24 hours a day, 10 days a year, with a cold face, and his emotions are invisible. Even in the face of great danger, you can calmly make the best choice without being affected by your emotions.

Such a person seems to be the most perfect program installed in the machine body.

But Hotch is different from a cold machine. He has flesh and blood and is BAU's strongest shield. The softest and warmest part of his heart is given to his teammates and family members.

Jacques thought for a while, but still planned to keep his doubts deep in his heart.

If Emily really didn't die, then Hotch's choice to hide it could only be as serious as life and death, let alone destroying her life at will.If, if... the worst outcome, isn't that the case?

Jacques put down his hands, turned around, walked down the stairs slowly, and threw the thin wire in his pocket into the trash can at the corner.

He sat back in his seat, opened the drawer, and inside was the portfolio that Garcia handed over to him.

Doyle was dead, and even if he was alive, Jacques didn't think he could tell what happened to Black.

People like him...

Jacques sighed and put the portfolio back, it should have been over long ago.

**

It was already late at night, and the noisy FBI building was submerged, and it looked like a deserted grave from a distance.

The ear-piercing roar of the Chevrolet gradually faded away. Reid shook off his teammates behind him and came to the door of the BAU first. Looking at the back of the young man lying on the table with his eyes closed, Reid eagerly thought The desire to hug him was extinguished by the sudden hesitation and timidity. His fingers clasped the door handle, but he did not push the door open.

Looking at Jacques' peaceful sleeping face through the glass door, Reid seemed to be able to see the panicked little boy curled up behind the iron gate that Rossi was talking about.He stared silently, separated by a short distance, but seemed to be separated by a vast river of time. Reid put his hands down, turned around, and leaned wearily against the wall outside.

He thought of the pair of indifferent and helpless eyes he saw when he followed Morgan and Rossi in the abandoned factory and passed through the solid black fences, like withered bellflowers. There were 63 potential victims, but only 7 survived. Reid didn't even dare to think deeply about where the rest of the people went, and in which quiet corner those fresh lives dissipated, no one knew.

Rossi stopped and said to Reid, "That's where I first met him."

Reid came back to his senses, saw the dark and simple compartment inside through the iron bars, and was stunned for a moment. Rossi sighed and said, "At that time, we thought it was just a simple human trafficking organization. As a result, the deeper the investigation, the more and more people were involved. It is no longer something that BAU can solve."

Reid didn't speak, the arrest operation in the distance went smoothly, the leader has been arrested, he even heard the voice of Hotch saying the end into the walkie-talkie, but his eyes didn't leave the dark corner. Rossi still said: "There are many groups operating together. We watched them for three months and even sacrificed three agents. In the end, we accidentally obtained their last location from a radio."

Reid looked at him, eyes deep and sad. Rossi nodded slightly, like a silent confirmation.He turned around and continued to walk forward. People were rescued from the cell between the two of them, but no one was moved, smiled and cried. They were indifferent and desperate, and there was no hope for the future in their eyes. expect.

Rossi said: "It was from a radio that Jacques stole from his guards. The funny thing is, when we found him, we didn't even know he was Louise's child. When we went back and compared the system Only then did I know that it was the second year since he was kidnapped."

"No one..." Reid looked at Rossi suspiciously and asked.

Rossi understood Reid's question, he shook his head lightly, and said: "His parents have been looking for him, thinking that the enemy committed the crime. Indeed, they also called and made many demands, but then suddenly There was no contact, no phone calls, no letters, it was as if it had disappeared from American soil, and after that, the task force disbanded."

In this world, more exciting stories than movies and novels are being staged every minute of every day, but not every story has its own ending.Shakespeare's poetry and Conan Doyle's reasoning are useless in the cruel reality. Reid thinks of Jacques lazily saying goodbye to himself, and he doesn't even know if there are tears behind that strong.

"Sometimes, I even admire Jacques." Rossi opened the door from the inside, the cold moonlight sprinkled on his vicissitudes of life, the brows that were tightly huddled slowly relaxed, and he said, "Reid, I I am very happy that he was able to meet you. I look forward to the day when I can send my blessing in a solemn ceremony."

"Spencer. Spencer?"

A languid voice interrupted Reid's thoughts, he looked up, Jacques looked at him suspiciously, his pale face was still marked by the edge of the table.

"You're back?" Jacques yawned, his voice still hoarse after waking up, and he asked, "How's it going?"

"Catch them all," Reid replied, "The leader pretended to be a victim, but was found and killed by Hotch. But, but we didn't find all of them..."

"It's okay, Reid, you've tried your best." Jacques said without joy or complaint, he leaned against the door, raised his head slightly, looked at the doctor's tightly pursed lips, and said, "You know, once ..."

Before he finished speaking, Reid hugged him tightly, and the doctor's chin rested on his neck, and Jacques felt the itching of his breath, the air of his breath and his voice touching his sensitive skin.

Jacques patted the doctor on the back helplessly, as if to comfort him.

"Ding."

The elevator door opened, everyone in BAU looked at the two people embracing at the door in surprise, and then turned into a smirk of "I understand".

Jacques accepted all the jokes frankly, and he even proudly raised his hand to stroke the doctor's brown curly hair.

Hotch glanced at him, opened the door expressionlessly, and when he passed by the two, he just said lightly: "Jacques, we need to talk later."

After everyone had finished walking, Reid let go of his hands. He straightened Jacques' collar and didn't know what to say for a while.

Jacques looked regretful, and he took the initiative to hug Reid again, and even rubbed in his arms, like a coquettish Persian cat.

"Hotch is still waiting for you," Reid reminded him.

Jacques frowned in confusion, and said, "What's the matter with me? Didn't everyone pass the psychological test?"

Reid opened the door for him, and mentioned one thing: "Some time ago, Hotch said that the Bureau may face a major deployment."

Jacques stopped, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Where did they transfer you?"

"Probably the FBI Academy, they lack lecturers."

"Okay." Jacques nodded, he took a few steps forward, then turned around and said, "Wait for me."

"Ah."

**

"Sit." Hotch said, looking up at the much thinner youth.

Jacques pulled out the chair, sat down slowly, stared at the neat file bag behind Hotch, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Hotch moved a document in front of Jacques, raised his chin, gestured to open it, and said, "Someone just gave me this."

"Huh?" Jacques pinched a corner of the paper, turned it over casually, and asked, "I know what's written here. I thought he died, and this case should be over."

Hotch tapped his fingers on the table, and the mahogany made a steady sound. He said: "Jacques, inadvertent shooting during arrest and lynching to death are two completely different concepts. This document, only three people know, we don't want to It's worrying about trying to blackmail you."

Jacques spread his hands indifferently and said, "I'm fine."

"No, you're not good." Hotch took the paper away from his hand and declared seriously, "You probably know that BAU will face redeployment, and everyone else has already made a decision, except you."

"So where is he going to transfer me?" Jacques asked.

Hotch shook his head slightly and said, "Not going anywhere. He wants you to receive counseling from him for the next three months. That is to say..."

"That is to say, I was dismissed?" Jacques looked at the man with a calm expression in disbelief, and suddenly lowered his voice to ask.

Hotch shook his head, and he explained calmly: "It's not dismissal, but I need to take away your gun and police badge and keep it instead." He lightly clenched his right hand, knocked on the table, and signaled Jacques to hand over the things.

Jacques took a few deep breaths. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing. Although it was a little too much before, Mueller was only fined for a few days of confinement, and nothing happened after sleeping, but this time...

"Then when will I..." Jacques asked distractedly.

"Wait until you pass the test." Hotch replied lightly, as if he had seen through what the young man was thinking, and then said, "It's our special consultant, not the original obsessive psychologist. Jacques, don't try to fool the test. "

"Okay." Jacques took out his ID from the inner pocket of the suit jacket, and took out a pistol and gun from the back of his waist, and placed it on Hotch's neat table.

"Also." Hotch pointed to Jacques' right leg.

"This is not issued, this is private..."

"Don't explain so much," Hotch said. "I've been ordered all guns."

Jacques stared fiercely at Hotch for a full 3 minutes. After realizing that he really had no room to turn around, he breathed a sigh of relief in frustration, his tense muscles stretched out, and he slowly lowered his waist and handed over the weapon.

"Is there anything else?" Jacques asked dryly, the corners of his eyes drooping, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Hotch carefully put the things on the table into an empty file bag, labeled them, and said without looking up: "Rossi wants to invite us to dinner to celebrate your discharge from the hospital today."

Jacques rolled his eyes, slammed the door and left, full of childishness.

Hotch watched him leave helplessly, shook his head, but heaved a sigh of relief.

**

It was early morning when Reid and Jacques returned to the apartment from the noisy hotel.

Jacques lay wearily on the edge of the window, quietly gazing at the faintly lit sky.

Reid arranged the books on the bed, piled them on the cabinet, and wrapped his arms around the young man's slender waist from behind.He felt that Jacques had lost weight again.

"No, it's itchy." Jacques patted Reid's restless hand lightly.

Reid didn't let go of his hand, but hugged him even tighter. His face was pressed tightly against the young man's back, and the tip of his nose was full of the familiar and reassuring smell.

"Reid," Jacques asked suddenly, "do you think I'm crazy?"

"Why do you suddenly ask like this?"

"I don't know." Jacques sighed. He turned around and walked into the doctor's arms. "Mueller and Hotch suspended me and sent me to counseling."

Reid curled his mouth lightly after hearing this, of course he knew about it, but after thinking about it, he still said: "Psychological counseling does not mean psychopathy, Jacques, you have a doctorate in psychology, you still don't understand this one?"

"Of course not." Jacques exhaled irritably and said.

Reid stroked the delicate skin on his neck, leaned over, and persuaded in a low voice: "We have all received this kind of counseling and testing, there is nothing to worry about, Jacques."

Jacques frowned and pushed away the people rubbing against him, and said annoyedly: "Of course I know, but, but I don't know why, this matter...special, eh, I don't know what I'm talking about By the way, where is Rossi's ice cream?"

Reid sighed, glanced at his instantly empty arms, then looked at the young man running towards the refrigerator, got up resignedly and followed him to the kitchen.

A new second and a new story begins, Reid smiled and wiped the sweet ice cream from the corner of Jacques' mouth, thinking, each story has its own thrilling plot and gorgeous decoration, which makes them unique They are fresh and alive, and they themselves have already passed the stage of being satisfied or only focusing on the ending like a child. Looking at the difficult situation of life from the complex plot twists and turns, in order to enjoy the grandeur and magnificence, the worldly things, and more Many can be deleted but cannot be deleted. In this way, the ending is irrelevant.

Reid thinks that it is such a difficult situation that has made Jacques and himself the present. The story has no end and the road ahead has no end, but as long as he can be by my side now, it will be good.