CM The future I see without you

"It's still more than half a month before you join the team. You shouldn't just lie at home like this?" Morgan sat on the edge of a large table, holding a red wine glass in his right hand, and resting his left on Jacques shoulder, asked in a daze.

Jacques dismissed the alcohol-smelling head aside, and said to everyone who was also interested in his answer: "I plan to go to Long Island Sound with Spencer and Diana for a short trip or something .”

"Wait, wait," Morgan hiccupped, interrupted Jacques, thought for a while, and said, "It's fine if you go by yourself, are you still planning to take our Kid away!? And Hotch Do you agree?"

"Hey! Derek!" Jacques said depressingly, "What do you mean by going alone?! How can I... Besides, Hotch won't agree with Reid if he doesn't agree..."

Garcia giggled around Morgan's neck and said, "Oh, the handsome chocolate guy can't bear our little French prince~"

"I didn't!" Morgan hurriedly defended. He seemed to wake up immediately. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Rossi softly humming a little tune from the other side of the stage. He didn't know which language it was. The notes and his friendly smile made the noisy crowd in the bar gradually quiet down. Guitars, saxophones, piccolos, and high and low bass drums gradually joined the music with their own unique timbres. When Morgan reacted, Hotch didn't know When it has gone down, Haley with his arms around is stepping on soft dance steps under the ever-changing colorful lights. They circle around in endless circles, like intimate mandarin ducks, laughing and whispering with each other.

Jacques is very popular. Apart from the people from BAU, almost half of the people in the entire FBI building came to this party.The cold dishes on the buffet are full of beautiful things. A ham baked in oil from Italy expressly, surrounded by a variety of salads and golden turkeys. The envoys in white shirts and black bow ties are carrying all kinds of gin and wine. The nectar walked around, sending the aroma of the wine to every corner of the hall and the garden outside.

Most of the young girls put on pretty skirts, while the boys took care of their hair carefully. The technical geeks who never cared about their appearance also combed their hair with oily hair. They couldn't tell which was which. The air was filled with laughter and banter that was soon forgotten.At the end of the song, Rossi changed to "Auld Lang Syne". Gradually, the vocals of the chorus raised another pitch along with his singing, and the laughter became easier and unrestrained every moment, as if All it takes is a silly joke to elicit a roar of laughter.

The crowd is changing faster and faster, growing with new guests, dispersing and then regrouping. Morgan smiled quietly. He saw Kevin carefully protecting the rambunctious Garcia, and saw Will holding JJ's hand in a sleepy corner and tasting red wine in a quiet corner. Jacques and Reid had long since disappeared, and neither Know where they go.

Morgan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, straightened his collar again, took a cocktail from the plate held by the passing waiter, and threw it into the bustling crowd through the changing faces, voices and colors. to the jubilation.

**

Reid stretched out a finger to separate the layers of white gauze. Through the clear glass window, the white wings of several sailboats in the distance moved slowly on the edge of the blue and clear sky. The sea and the dotted green islands.He put down his hand, sighed, and rubbed his temples vigorously. His brain hadn't recovered from the alcohol last night, and the back of his head was aching as if he had been beaten.

Reid turned around, his trance expression gradually turned calm as his brain cleared up, the strange room was very much like the villa of Jacques in Las Vegas, it was cold but different.He lowered his head, and the soft carpet under the bed was covered with shirts of all kinds, thin linen, thick silk, fine flannel, patterned, checkered, white, coral, apple green... …with Jacques initials embroidered on them, and some even had brand new hang tags…

What exactly happened last night?

That memory seemed to be neatly formatted by someone. Reid kicked the clothes scattered on the floor in distress, and then shifted his gaze to the messy blanket on the bed. Reid vaguely recalled that in the bar yesterday, after Jacques announced to everyone that she was his boyfriend, a girl was too sad, or it could be said that she was angry, and poured a full glass of wine on his head .

Jacques didn't seem to care, he wiped his face, his face was still full of spring breeze, he hugged the doctor amidst the booing of the crowd, he gently kissed his lover's lips, his blue and charming eyes sparkled brightly Guang Guang, who obviously didn't drink a drop of wine, had a dreamy and infatuated look on his face. Reid's heart thumped against his ribs quickly in his chest, and amid another high-pitched booing, he held down the back of the young man's head and regained his initiative.

The booing became louder, as if the entire roof was about to be toppled, like crazy waves under a raging wind one after another, and then? Reid narrowed his eyes, and then, the memory completely stopped here.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, changed into a set of flaxen home clothes, opened the door and went out.

The whole villa is big and quiet.He walked through antique bedrooms filled with rose-colored satins and off-white veils glistening with sunlight, descended the white marble steps, and walked through Marie Antoinette-style bedrooms. The concert hall and the reception room in the style of the Restoration period heard the faint sound of waves beating the rocks in the distance.

"gentlemen."

Reid was startled by the sudden appearance of a calm female voice. He turned around and found that it was a middle-aged woman in a well-formed dark blue professional dress, wearing thin silver-rimmed glasses, with a respectful and friendly expression. She nodded slightly to herself, and said in French: "Mrs. Reid is waiting for you in the study, and she said that if you wake up, please look for her there."

Mrs. Reid? Reid thought for a while, and replied in fluent French: "Okay, please take me there."

He followed the lady through a porch planted with japanese and good-bye flowers, and stopped before a tall wooden Gothic door.

Under the gesture of the lady, Reid gently pushed open the door. The huge space inside was more like an ancient church, surrounded by English carved oak, and neat rows of books were placed behind transparent glass bookcases. Strings of crystal lanterns hang in the middle, reflecting the dazzling light in the sunlight.

Diana was sitting on a rocking chair for two in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a peaceful and happy expression. She was wearing an off-white gauze dress, and the skirt and sleeves scattered on the floor were inlaid with lavender round beads. She was holding a bound book in her hand. book with gold thread.

Just as he was about to call her, Diana turned her head and shook his head lightly, signaling him to be quiet. When Reid got closer, he saw a head resting on his mother's lap. His jet-black hair was scattered on the off-white gauze skirt, and the baggy bathrobe exposed his naked arms, shining charmingly in the soft and bright sunlight. of gloss.

Jacques fell asleep, he poked Jacques' cheek lightly under Diana's disapproving gaze, the young man's long eyelashes remained motionless, and his black hair smelled like ginger whiskey.

"When did you come?" Reid asked.

Diana hummed softly, and said, "Last night, you all ran over suddenly and said you were going to take me to a place. I thought something happened."

Reid was a little embarrassed, but Diana didn't show any displeasure on her face. She even left one hand free and patted Jacques' back softly.

"And then?" Reid asked again, "We, we didn't do anything…"

"Then I don't know." Diana said, "After I arrived, Mrs. Jeanne prepared a room for me, and I went to rest."

Reid sighed, and he also lay down in the large rocking chair like Diana, with the floor-to-ceiling windows open, the warm sea breeze blowing in directly from the turbulent sea, and the tip of his nose was full of bitter and salty taste.

All the hustle and bustle gradually went away. Mother sat quietly beside her and read a book. Jacques was still asleep. Reid felt that there was no better day in the world than this moment. He smiled gently, and the sunshine of Long Island brought The scorching heat penetrated into his chest, feeling warm.

**

However, the happy time is always short-lived. In order to prepare for the experiment, Diana had to return to the nursing home after three days in Long Island. The originally planned seven-day vacation was interrupted by a sudden call from Jacques' superior.

"The threat of terrorism exists, but we will defeat them! Heroes..." The black president on the tablet passionately expressed his confidence in the face of the reporter's questioning, but Reid didn't have the heart to read any more. He threw it on the sofa, stood up and leaned against the door, and said to Jacques who was wearing a tie quickly, "Even if you leave now, what about your documents? Your passport is no longer here."

Jacques frowned and said: "They will take care of it, these things are not very troublesome." He bent down and picked up the suit jacket on the sofa, and continued: "This happened quite suddenly, and I don't know what happened now. What's the matter, if I haven't called back, you don't have to worry, no news is the best news. If..."

Reid glared at him and reprimanded: "Can't you lose your crow's mouth? Jacques, you know I hate..."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore." Jacques glanced at the helicopter circling outside waiting to land, and said, "It's a pity that I can't accompany you to see the psychiatrist that Dr. Lewis found for you, if... …if there's a problem, go to Rossi and don't hold your breath, okay, Spencer?"

Before he finished speaking, Reid hugged him vigorously, as if he wanted to rub each other into his body. After a long time, Mrs. Jeanne knocked on the door gently outside, with a strong The French with a strong Parisian accent urged Jacques, and they reluctantly let go of their embrace.

Jacques looked into Reid's eyes, held a black leather bag in his hand, moved his lips, but said nothing, turned and opened the door and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Reid came to the floor-to-ceiling window in despair. He looked down at the familiar figure who bent over and walked into the plane. Soon, the helicopter gradually rose to high altitude, and then flew towards the end where the sea and the sky meet, and quickly disappeared among the faint clouds.

He turned around, looked at the empty room, thought for a while, dragged out his suitcase from the changing room, and started to pack his clothes. Now that Jacques had left and the vacation was meaningless, he decided to return to BAU early to go.

**

By the time Jacques arrived at his destination, it was already the evening of the second day. He got off the plane, and there was a black female soldier with short hair standing outside. Unfortunately, she was wearing a dark green military uniform, but there was nothing on it that could indicate her identity, not even the most basic military rank or unit abbreviation, but there were three tall soldiers standing behind her, and they also had nothing on them. any sign.

"Agent Sauniere?" she said, holding out her hand.

Jacques nodded lightly, shook his hand back, and asked, "You are?"

"Agent Cohen, just call me Cohen," she turned around and said as she walked, "It happened suddenly, I'm sorry to interrupt your vacation suddenly."

"It doesn't matter, work is important." Jacques said, "But I don't know yet..."

Cohen took the words quickly and said, "This is Baghdad, agent."

Jacques was stunned for a moment. Baghdad means "God's gift" in Persian, and it is a famous historical and cultural city in the world. But in the eyes of a group of FBI and CIA agents, it only represents one meaning, that is, the capital of Iraq. Baghdad.

He said, "What the hell do you need from me?"

Cohen said calmly: "A day ago, all the villagers in a village on the outskirts of Baghdad, including babies, were shot dead. When our people arrived there, only corpses and crows were left." She bent down , lifted a corner of the tent and walked in, Jacques followed her in, but the soldiers stayed outside.

There was no one in the tent, and dozens of curved screens were placed, on which the movement in the village was played in real time, and several of them showed pictures of the port and the airport.

"What is there for us in that village?" Jacques looked around and asked, "Or, what is missing?"

Cohen frowned slightly. She was about to speak, but Jacques suddenly covered her mouth with her hands. It was so quiet outside. He held his breath, and goose bumps appeared on his skin in the air. The depression and tension of the huge danger and the step by step surged into his heart, and Jacques felt a drop of sweat on his forehead hit the back of his hand.

Suddenly a huge explosion sounded in his ears, and Jacques instinctively protected Cohen and ran out of the tent, but the shock wave and heat wave came faster than he imagined, and he could even hear the scorching sound of his clothes behind him, The viscera in his abdominal cavity seemed to be torn apart vigorously. Enduring the tremendous pain, he used all his strength to throw Cohen into an armored vehicle outside, then climbed in by himself, and closed the door firmly. There was a real explosion. It rang out, mixed with the screams of soldiers and the sound of tents and vehicles collapsing. After a long time, the successive explosions outside finally stopped. He groaned softly and touched the numb back of his neck. , the palm of the hand was wet and full of blood.

Fortunately, I reacted in a timely manner, otherwise I would have died without knowing what the mission was... Jacques thought about it, touched Cohen next to her, and she turned over carefully, with a smile on her face. Terrified and confused, a pair of big eyes fixed on Jacques whose face was covered with blood, panting heavily.

"What the hell did you do?" Jacques asked, recovering.

Cohen took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and glanced outside. The other surviving soldiers were organized to rescue and count the number of people. The bombs and bombs started from the rear of the garrison. The power seems to be great, but in fact there is no What actually destroys.She turned her head and said seriously, "They hope we can find the missing depleted uranium bomb, sir."

"They? Sir?" Jacques asked, looking at her puzzled.

At this time, Cohen is not as serious as when he first came here, or that kind of disdainful attitude. She looked at Jacques and said, "I am Chris Cohen from the FBI's Anti-Terrorism Team [-], sir. They are from the CIA Intelligence Bureau, but they are not Know if you are still alive now."

Jacques glanced at the busy first aid scene outside, and Cohen felt deeply helpless at Cohen's casual attitude towards the CIA. Although he never cared about it, there is such a tradition that the FBI and the CIA will never be able to communicate in a friendly way. Sitting at the same desk, the two are like the two big families of Romeo and Juliet, seemingly born with hatred.

But this can also explain the deep sympathy in Morgan's eyes when he knew the group he was going to.

He got up with difficulty, pushed the car door open, and said to the uninjured Cohen: "Whatever, I guess it will be a long time before they remember us, by the way, can you get some morphine for me?" ?”

"morphine?"

Jacques nodded. He wiped the congealed blood from the corner of his eyes and said, "There is a splinter on my shoulder blade, and the opening on the frontal bone also needs to be stitched. I need ten milliliters of morphine, or lidocaine is also fine."

"What?" Cohen leaned over and found that Jacques's black suit was faintly stained with dark blood, his lips were gradually pale, his blue eyes were half-drooped tiredly, and the sweat on his forehead was mixed with the solidified black hair. Blood clots stained his white shirt.

"Sir, I'll call the medical corps over right away!" Cohen frowned and nodded, not reassuring that Jacques was here alone, and asked, "How about I carry you there?"

Jacques looked into the girl's sincere eyes, shook his head, and said, "I can still walk by myself. By the way, call me Jacques. I'm not your team leader yet."

"That's coming soon, and my superior asked me to come over to be your assistant." Cohen held his arm and said as he walked, "There are still ten days before the committee can complete the approval of Estrada and the others."

"Then it is estimated that we have also returned to China." Jacques said, "Thomas Wilson was reported by you?"

The light in Cohen's eyes faded, no one wanted to be betrayed by the leader who followed her life and death, she was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Jacques looked at a group of people running towards him in the distance, and said softly to her: "Speaking of which, I don't have your list in hand yet. If this mission ends early, let's get together early?"

Cohen didn't keep up with Jacques' topic, and it took a long time until Jacques was transferred to a stretcher by the soldiers who drove over. She nodded slightly and said "OK" in a low voice.