CM The future I see without you

"Morgan, it can't be Doyle, Hotch said he was dead, the bullet went through his head, he can't be alive!" Jacques pulled Morgan, who was wearing a bulletproof vest and walked out with a serious face, loudly talking.

"Maybe it's not Doyle?" Morgan paused, frowning and retorted, "Jacques, I've been observing that kid for three days, and Emily changed his identity and even the color of his hair, and made every possible preparation. The average American kid who commutes to school every day is no different, no one will be able to find him, but..."

"Didn't you find him too?"

"That's because Garcia and I ruled out her contacts one by one... Listen, I watched him while I saw a group of people watching him. I'm not sure if they are good or bad, but the detectives I sent The officer replied that he did not come home today, the child is in danger, and I have to save him."

After receiving a call from Morgan, he and Reid found a friend and took his private jet back to BAU as quickly as possible, but Morgan told them that it was because of the child who was pretended to be killed by Emily and then transferred secretly. Child, missing for six hours.

Six hours, when all the possibilities of danger have not been ruled out, Morgan's nervousness is not unreasonable.But Jacques looked at the eagerness on Morgan's face, and felt that his obsession was too deep. What Morgan is doing now is not entirely about the safety of the child, but is eager to find a way to avenge Emily or to vent The anguish in his heart, maybe he shouldn't have fired that bullet, but left it to Morgan.

"Jacques, maybe what he said is right." Reid came back from Garcia's computer room, put a Pad in the young man's hand, and clicked on a surveillance video, in which a black car could be clearly seen. The van was parked at the corner of a single-family house, and the rearview mirror of the car reflected the face of a man wearing black sunglasses. Jacques looked up at Morgan who kept walking in front of him, stretched out his index finger to increase the playback speed to four times, and the vehicle that had hardly changed its position in the fast-moving scene reminded Jacques that there was indeed something wrong with it.

"Has Garcia tracked down this car?" Jacques asked.

Reid shook his head regretfully.He turned off the Pad and asked Morgan, "What did Hotch say?"

"He'll be right back," Morgan said, "but he said if there were any unforeseen circumstances, I could make a decision."

Jacques was leaning against the desk, holding the PAD in his left hand and resting his chin on his right hand. He lowered his head and thought.

Just as the three of them fell silent, Garcia rushed in wearing high heels, her lips trembling, she looked at Morgan anxiously, and tremblingly said: "Those two agents... Derek, after they went in I never came out again, and then, then, all the lights in the house were turned off, and the camera was cut off...they, will they..."

"Jacques!" Morgan took a deep breath and growled at Jacques, "We're running out of time."

Jacques stood up straight, nodded, and said to everyone: "Okay, I'm going to apply for support."

Morgan glanced at him unexpectedly, and Jacques said to him helplessly: "Do you think it's enough to rush over like this? Morgan, every action in the bureau has to be approved by the superior, but now HOtch is in Pakistan, and Strauss is not in the bureau , someone has to take responsibility for this operation."

Morgan lowered his head in silence. After a long time, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and patted the young man's shoulder earnestly, saying, "Thank you."

"No need." Jacques shook his head, then asked, "Where are Rossi and JJ?"

"They're already waiting outside," Morgan replied.

Reid nodded, he put his arms around Jacques, and said, "I'll go to that kid's house with them, and you'll be here with Garcia."

"Go."

Jacques watched the elevator door close, the smile on his face faded a little bit, he frowned, looked at his reflection on the elevator door, thought for a long time, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

This action was not as simple as Morgan thought. Doyle had been arrested and even killed. From the process point of view, the case had already been closed. resentment.Using government funds for personal grievances, failing to report to the Department of Homeland Security to complete the formalities, and possibly even adding the death of two agents... The phone has not been connected yet, Jacques lowered his head, put his left hand in his trouser pocket, and frowned Keep trying to think about the possibilities after things are over.

"Jacob?" A calm male voice sounded on the other end of the phone, "Why are you calling me at this time? Is there something urgent?"

"Yes, William." Jacques said with a wry smile, "I need your help."

"Of course, you can only think of me at this time. Tell me, little guy, what can I do for you?"

When Jacques hung up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and was startled by Garcia standing quietly behind him.She was obviously frightened by this situation, holding Pad tightly with both hands, looking flustered.

"How long have you been standing here?" Jacques tried to make his voice sound gentle, and he gently put his arms around the girl and walked towards the analysis room, comforting her.

"Since the team was downsized, Hotch was sent to Pakistan, Reid went to the academy, and you, you left, it was just us on the team, but there was still a steady stream of cases, and Derek had to keep an eye on that Son, he's under too much pressure." Garcia sat on the swivel chair in the analysis room, holding the warm water poured by Jacques, and said in a daze, she paused, lowered her head and took a sip of water, the warm liquid slowly Sliding down her dry esophagus, Garcia exhaled, the corners of her mouth slowly raised, she said nostalgicly: "I haven't had this strange drink for a long time, Derek always drinks coffee day and night, the whole BAU is a bitter taste."

"I miss you too, Garcia." Jacques flipped through the files on the table, all of which were personal information, and every photo looked menacing, no different from terrorists in Syria.

"These are the arms dealers that Derek asked me to check, some of Doyle's friends and some of his enemies," Garcia explained.

Jacques picked up a thick stack of paperwork. Some of the photos on it were ID photos, and some were blurred candid shots. Doyle is dead, but everyone who came into contact with him, his collaborators, his competitors, and his sworn enemies are all alive.

But these desperadoes value profit more than survival.

Jacques looked at the words above quietly, feeling something was wrong in his heart.

Who knew Doyle had a baby?Who has the ability to find this child?

Besides, Doyle was dead, who could they threaten if they kidnapped or killed the child?

"Garcia, can I go through that surveillance tape again?" Jacques said. "I need all the directions."

"Oh, okay." Garcia stood up abruptly, the swivel chair was slid back by her strength, and hit the glass door with a "bang", Garcia looked back awkwardly, turned her head to Jacques and said, "I Call it now."

**

When Rossi received the call from Jacques, Reid was just confirming the death of a female detective. The index and middle fingers did not feel the slightest pulse on the cold neck, and the blood had clotted into a black lump on her forehead. The power supply of the whole room was cut off, and it was dark, and the location could only be judged through the hazy moonlight and the flashlight.

Reid stood up, shaking his head slightly at Rossi.He picked up the flashlight on the dining table and walked to a room next to the corridor.

"I looked at the surveillance video again. The man with the sunglasses is Richard Eille. He is an arms smuggler who had a relationship with Doyle and has been in the country for four weeks." Jacques said on the phone.

Rossi nodded and said, "Anything else?"

"No," Jacques said. "That's all we can find out. What about you? I called Reid's cell and no one answered."

"He's checking the room. There's not much useful information about what the nanny used in his lifetime."

"Before you were alive?"

Rossi sighed, looked at the non-breathing agent lying on the ground, and said: "We are still a step late, the two agents sent by Morgan have already been killed, the small-caliber pistol, the gun, all hit the forehead, that one The nanny was shot twice in the chest and three times in the abdomen, was stuffed into a closet, and lost a lot of blood."

Reid came out of the room regretfully, it was the last unchecked place, but there was nothing special about it, the room was as ordinary as thousands of middle-class American homes.He walked to Rossi, where the three bodies had been placed on stretchers by the police and placed in the living room waiting for a vehicle to take them to the medical examiner's room.

Reid squatted down next to him, opened a small corner of the white cloth, looked closely at the panic revealed by the unclosed eyes of the nanny and the strange twisting of the facial muscles, and said softly: "We need to quickly send the two guns to the nurse. Detective subdued and killed in one shot, and then took a while to stuff the babysitter in the closet, Rossi, we have maybe two suspects and have a personal vendetta with the babysitter."

"Maybe a man and a woman, pretending to be the agents who came to take over, to gain their trust." Rossi turned his head, looked at the camera that was cut off, and said, "Division of labor and cooperation, fast and effective, Reid, they are very professional."

"It doesn't sound like something Richard Eille can accomplish." Jacques heard their discussion, looked at the data on Garcia's computer screen, and said, "He looks like an honest nerd, I saw his Some...Emmm, things, the transactions he made were not particularly large, the number was small, and the time interval was very long, the shortest time was as long as half a year. Compared with profits, he considered safety first, and he was very timid. "

"How are you sure it's his?" Rossi asked.

"I captured a picture on surveillance video that Garcia identified from the scar on his neck," Jacques said. "It was about [-] years ago, in Belfast, when Doyle stabbed him. However, Rossi... "

"what happened?"

Jacques' index finger kept sliding down the document, and stayed on a familiar signature. He said hesitantly: "Richard Eille's subsequent records have nothing to do with Doyle, but it is another person who traced his transactions."

"who is it?"

"Emily."

After saying the name, the three fell silent, and it took a long time before Jacques hung up the phone.He continued to flip through the files on Doyle's sworn enemies, picking out the women, stacking them in a pile and putting them aside.

Garcia pushed the analysis room door open, and a bearded Hotch walked in behind her. Jacques raised his head, watched him frowning and looked through Richard Eille's photos and files carefully, and when all the information was read, he stopped, looked up and asked, "Did you find anything on Morgan's side?"

"Rossi believes the suspects are a man and a woman. They pretended to be the successor detectives, killed three people in the house, and kidnapped the child. JJ and Morgan are still visiting the surrounding neighbors, but Declan, the child, and his The life of the nanny has always been low-key and not very social, so there is very little useful information." Jacques replied.

Hotch nodded, he stood up again, walked to the side of Jacques, and reached out to stop the stack of documents compiled by the young man. On them were women with long black hair and big eyes. They were 40 to [-] years old, and their eyes revealed determination. and self-confidence.

"Familiar?" Jacques asked.

Hotch sighed, he nodded, everyone is like a copy of Emily, or it can be said that Emily is the aggregate of their appearance and personality traits.

Doyle is a paranoid lunatic. He loves this type of women, so he harmed innocent people one after another like collecting dolls. Before meeting Emily, there were 58 women who were still alive according to records.

"And it doesn't include those who don't have records." Jacques said distressedly, rubbing his temples. "You see, the nanny usually plays a role of caregiver or mother around the child. If this person treats her differently If the hatred of the child, could it be the mother of the child, or related to this identity... And, if there are really two people, this woman is likely to be the leader."

"Who is Declan's mother?"

"I don't know." Jacques shook his head and said, "This information is incomplete, but Garcia can only look up here, Hotch, I need more information." He leaned back on the chair wearily , kept pressing his temples with both hands, frowning tightly.

Hotch knew that someone would have it in his hand, he looked at the phone hesitantly, and after thinking about it, he decided to call JJ first.When he was about to leave, Hotch turned around and whispered to Jacques: "I have been notified by my superiors, and they have approved our operation this time."

Jacques took a sip of warm water, blinked innocently, and said, "Isn't that great?"

Hotch looked straight into the young man's eyes and said, "But they didn't approve your reinstatement, Jacques, I can't return your papers and gun. But, anyway, thank you."

"No, no," Jacques didn't understand what Hotch meant, he stood up in surprise, and said to Hotch, "Did you hear me wrong?! I've been in that damn tutoring for... oh, maybe I Gotta call again."

Hotch said: "Jacques, no need, that's what Senator William told me. Stay here obediently, we're all here for..."

"For my safety." Jacques sat back on his seat with a stinky face, waved his hand at him helplessly, and said, "Forget it, you go to work first, Reid and the others will probably be back later. "

**

There were six white round pills standing neatly on the smooth brown tabletop. When Reid came back, he saw Jacques staring at his fingers intently. The index fingers of both hands pressed against each other, holding a pill, trying to make it and The first six also stood firmly on the table. Reid rubbed the young man's head helplessly, put the pills back into the bottle one by one, screwed the cap tightly, and sat down beside Jacques.

"How?" Jacques asked.

JJ who walked in from the back shook her head, she said: "We went to the school, the principal said that there was something wrong with the food in the cafeteria today, many children were vomiting and diarrhea, including Declan, they sent the children to the hospital and notified parents."

"But the nanny obviously didn't receive the call." Morgan walked in after Rossi, took what JJ hadn't finished saying, and said, "The medical examiner can't give a specific time of death, but it can confirm that the two agents and the nanny Killed before the food poisoning at school, they probably kidnapped Declan in the hospital at random."

Jacques nodded, he glanced at Garcia, motioned her to project the selected photos on the screen, and said: "Garcia and I searched for the biological mother of the child as we originally thought, and the women above all had long-term relationships with Doyle. The relationship lasted half a year, and had contact with Richard Eille, a total of 45."

"But it doesn't mean that Declan's mother is here," Rossi said. "Is there a huge hatred for Doyle, such as killing relatives and friends...emmm, or something."

Jacques said helplessly: "It's all. Doyle has done a lot of bad things with his power and money, and I can't guarantee that this is all the results. After all, not everyone is recorded."

"But the people who know Doyle best are dead, even Doyle himself..." Morgan said dejectedly, he looked at the silent teammates, feeling extremely powerless in his heart.

"No, there is one more person." JJ interrupted Morgan's words, stood up straight, she turned her head, looked straight ahead at the door of the analysis room, and said.

Jacques followed her gaze suspiciously, looked in that direction, and then felt the muscles of the doctor around him immediately stiffen, and everyone stood up in unison, without speaking, with expressions of shock and disbelief.

Hotch, who was standing at the door, turned sideways, and behind him stood a woman in a gray overcoat. She seemed to be very cold, and she tightened her clothes tightly.

"Oh my god, my god..." Garcia murmured, two lines of tears rolling down her cheeks.

Morgan remembered something, and immediately turned his head to stare at Hotch, who nodded firmly.

Everyone gathered around, everyone recovered from the shock, the corners of their mouths were raised, and they wanted to ask something, but there were too many questions, and they didn't know where to ask, Garcia didn't even dare to hug her lost and recovered friend, she He opened his arms, then lowered them hesitantly.

Instead, Emily stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Garcia was sobbing, as if returning to that cold rainy night, her chin rested on Emily's neck, and murmured: "You still... you It's great, it's great to be alive."

Jacques stood numbly in his position and watched this touching reunion scene that wept with joy, all the nerves in his body seemed not to know how to react, and his brain suddenly stopped working. Emily really came back, just like she guessed, she was just suspended animation, she was even wearing her coat, just smiling like that, as if nothing happened, hugging and comforting everyone.

"Jacques." Reid lightly touched the young man's palm and looked at him worriedly.

Jacques forced a smile, pushed Reid and said, "Go, Emily is waiting for you."

Reid turned his head and saw Emily, who was surrounded by everyone, looking at him with a smile on his face. He hesitated for a moment, but he still walked forward and hugged her gently.

Jacques looked at them calmly, put his hands into his trouser pockets, and thought to himself, it's so strange, it is obviously such a touching scene, why can't I feel happy at all?