CM The future I see without you

"You don't go to work today?" Jacques yawned, rubbed the soft and fluffy pillow on the bed, and asked lazily.

Holding a glass of warm water, Reid stood by the bed and pulled the gray down blanket up with one free hand, just covering the young man's chest. He nodded and said, "Rest today. Get up and take medicine first. "The doctor handed over the water glass.

Jacques looked at him, his eyes rolled, his brows frowned, and just about to say something, Reid interrupted him and said, "Hurry up, Jacques, you have to go to the hospital for a review today, and we're going to be late gone."

Jacques got up angrily, took the water glass, and swallowed a pile of pills and capsules that the doctor had placed on the bedside early in the morning. He drank so fast that his throat hurt a bit.

He coughed a few times and asked, "I heard from Garcia that you transferred someone?"

Reid asked, "Yes. AlexBlake, she's a linguist, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Jacques leaned on the soft pillow, tilted his head with a smug smile, and said, "But didn't you notice that Garcia doesn't seem to like her? When you didn't come back yesterday, she made a special phone call and said miss me."

"Garcia is always a bit uncomfortable with new colleagues, and she will call you, just because you are the most free among us?" Reid said, putting the cup in Jacques' hand on the bedside table , and leaned down to look at the scar on the young man's forehead, and said, "Well, it's almost healed, but I don't know if there will be any marks left."

Jacques didn't really care about this, he just wanted to get out of bed, but he accidentally pulled down the muscles on his shoulders, he froze immediately, he groaned heavily, his face twisted, his eyes slowly gathered moisture, pitiful Look at Dr.

Reid knew that the young man was faking it, but there was nothing he could do about it. While coaxing him softly, he wanted to go around the wound on his back and caress his back.

Originally, the wound could heal a little faster, but the simple debridement that night did not relieve the speed of infection and suppuration around the wound. In addition, Jacques did not want to go to the hospital for all kinds of tricks, so he missed the best time for debridement. The most advanced medical technology in the world today cannot guarantee that Jacques will not leave any scars on his back.

After a long time, when Jacques narrowed his eyes comfortably, Reid stopped what he was doing, he got up and opened the closet, and took out Jacques' clothes from inside.

"Then what do you do this afternoon?" Jacques gently raised his hand, and Reid carefully put the starched white shirt on the young man, lowered his head, and put the buttons made of white shells through the shirt one by one. Buckle, said: "I have an appointment with Dr. Reagan in the afternoon, the last psychological counseling."

"Dr. Reagan?"

Reid patted the non-existent folds on Jacques's clothes, and said, "You forgot? Ronald W. Reagan, the psychiatrist Dr. Lewis found for me, he..."

"Oh! I know I know." Jacques nodded perfunctorily and said, "I'll pick you up after the afternoon?"

"No," Reid replied flatly, "I can go to Rossi's by myself."

At this time, Jacques' ears and nerves suddenly became sensitive, and the doctor's words seemed to contain thousands of information.He looked hesitantly at Reid's back as he turned and walked towards the kitchen, thought for a while, and said, "No, no, I'll pick you up."

Reid immediately turned his head, smiled and told him: "Drive carefully."

"Eh? But I didn't say..."

"Ah? Then..."

Jacques looked at the doctor's calm eyes through the smell of caramel rye bread coming from the kitchen, only dared to mutter a few words in his heart, then nodded obediently, and promised: "Okay, I will pick you up on time. Just so I can get to know your Dr. Reagan by the way."

The slight resentment in Jacques' words did not interrupt Reid's praise of Dr. Reagan. The doctor took out the prepared breakfast, quickly placed slices of bread and sliced ​​bananas in his hand, and said: "In Everyone abandoned the era of Freud, Dr. Reagan is still studying his free association and dream interpretation, he believes that Freud is the leader of psychology, just like Darwin, he led the whole era progress……"

"Spencer, you should know that coordinating a discipline is a systematic scientific research method, not a pretentiousness in popular literature." Jacques looked at the dinner plate with a low voice, "No one can deny Freud's contribution, But you have to know..."

"Jacques," Reid said helplessly, putting down the milk carton in his hand, "Of course I know, all of this is just a whim in his head, just like JK Rowling wrote Harry Potter, it doesn't mean this Wizards really exist in the world. I just think Dr. Reagan is very interesting. Sometimes he can always say something, some point of view that makes people shine. Jacques, he is like a knowledgeable elder, or a friend, I I am very happy to know him, after all..." After all, after that incident, Maeve and her parents moved to another city to start a new life, and the previous communication became less and less, so from another perspective, Reid is still very happy Be able to find a friend to talk to, even if that is your own psychiatrist.

"Oh, well." Jacques said, glancing at him.

Reid's eyes returned to the milk glass, and he smiled: "I don't know why you are so nervous, Jacques, to be honest, you really scared me just now."

Jacques pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly, and said, "I don't know, maybe, maybe..."

Reid didn't hear Jacques' answer until the milk glass was full. He looked up suspiciously, only to find that the young man's eyes were locked on the dinner plate, as if the simple rye bread and bananas on it were carved out of diamonds.

"What's wrong?" Reid asked.

Jacques shook his head slowly. He picked up the silver fork next to him, put the bread and banana into his mouth, and tasted it with a serious expression. Reid held his breath nervously, and only asked when he finally swallowed it. : "How is it? Is it not delicious?"

Jacques looked at him, laughed "puchi" and said, "No, it's delicious, and it's very to my taste. Spencer, this is really good! How could you think of sprinkle in the middle?" What about crushed nuts? This taste is really, really good!"

He then ate another slice, roasted crispy walnuts sprinkled with salt and pepper in the middle of soft bananas and burnt rye bread, the pure taste enjoyment ignited the enthusiasm of the day, Jacques smiled and was about to go to the hospital The distress and irritability left behind.

Reid breathed a sigh of relief, he pushed the milk cup in front of Jacques, just about to say that Dr. Reagan taught him, and wanted to praise his cooking skills by the way, but Jacques guessed on his own: "Is it David? Hey, he's the only one who remembers how I like it. Spencer?"

"Ok?"

Jacques gulped down the food on the dinner plate, took a sip of milk, and said, "Let him teach the ice cream next time. I like the one with a stronger vanilla flavor."

Reid looked at the white milk stains on the young man's lips, smiled slightly and said, "No, I won't learn."

That's what he said, with a sweet tone, Jacques was very satisfied with such a doting answer, he drank another sip of milk, and then wandered to the kitchen, he wanted to have another one.

**

The gathering at Rossi's home this time was mainly to welcome new colleague Alex Blake, but when Jacques arrived at his home, he found that there was also a blonde woman in her 30s and [-]s, sitting quietly and obediently on the sofa, holding a She was eating a small bowl of milky white ice cream, and when she got closer, she found a small brown tear mole under her right eye.

"Oh, she is Ashley, Ashley Shiver, the new intern in the group. Ashley, this is..." Before Morgan could finish speaking, Ashley stretched out her hand and said seriously: "Oh, I know, Agent Sauniere, long known name."

Jacques nodded with a slight smile, shook hands politely, and said, "Then I hope you hear good things."

Ashley glanced at Morgan after hearing this, and smiled.

"What's wrong?" Jacques asked suspiciously.

Garcia walked over with a pot of strawberries with sparkling water droplets on them, and said, "Perhaps Morgan said the same thing to you. Oh, the common problem of heartthrobs."

"Hey, I'm not like Jacques!" Morgan retorted loudly, "He's much more ruthless than I am, and I can't count the number of girls I've cheated on! BabyGirl, your gossip chat group is full of his name , not me, okay?"

"Hmph! It's all the same!" Garcia said angrily, she picked a bright red strawberry and stuffed it into Jacques' mouth, but gave Morgan a blank look.

Jacques finished eating the strawberries with a smile and asked, "Where's David?"

"Kitchen." Morgan said without looking back as he was busy grabbing strawberries with Garcia.

Jacques entered the kitchen with a smile, and saw an Italian old man known for his exquisite life wearing a beige apron, humming and humming tossing the mushrooms and bacon in the pot, the air was full of rich mozzarella cheese Milky.

"Come?" Rossi asked, carefully flipping the sauce in the pot.

Jacques nodded, suddenly realized that he couldn't see, and said, "Yeah."

Rossi said, "Meet Ashley?"

Jacques said: "I saw it, but she doesn't seem to know me anymore."

Rossi turned off the flame, finally looked up at the young man, and said, "She was young at that time, and you only met once, how could you still remember, Jacques, not everyone is Reid, please be considerate of ordinary people. Human brain capacity, okay?"

"Okay," Jacques said, shrugging, "but why is she here? Or, an intern?"

Rossi cut the minced garlic on the chopping board and said: "She helped us with a case, and, like his father's. You know, she can give us a very good point of view. HOtch decided Let her stay in BAU as an intern first, and I haven't officially spoken to you yet."

Jacques recalled Ashley's father, who killed 25 young women and is still called Raymond the Ripper in the case analysis textbook of the FBI Academy, said: "David, don't try to fool me. A linguist, an intern Health, is Hotch trying to form a small team?"

Rossi had no choice but to say: "It's not that Hotch thinks, it's they. JJ may be transferred from above, you know, some..."

Jacques didn't know there was such a thing, and Reid didn't mention it. He frowned and asked, "Do you need me to ask?"

"Jacques," Rossi said to him seriously, "politics is more complicated than science, and Mueller wouldn't want you to get involved in it, which is why he transferred you there, I think. "

"Yes, yes." Jacques was a little angry, "You always think that I am still a child, making some inexplicable decisions and saying that it is for my own good..."

"But he is really doing it for your own good." Rossi spread his hands and said, "At least he can watch you there, instead of becoming a fat meat in the mouth of all ambitious people like in BAU."

Jacques sighed in frustration. He took out a large bowl of ice cream from the refrigerator and asked, "What about JJ? Wouldn't he not come today?"

"Of course she will come, but it will be a little later." Rossi stirred the sticky sauce in the pot and said, "Hotch took her to go through the job transfer procedures, oh, by the way, Emily and Alex went to the supermarket to buy candles Now, can you pick them up?"

"Candles?" Jacques wrinkled his whole face. He remembered the scented candles that Garcia bought when he had a party in his apartment. After one night, the whole room smelled of indescribable Indian sesame oil.

Rossi nodded helplessly at him, her little eyes also flashed with pain and reluctance to be forced to agree.

Jacques took a few mouthfuls of ice cream and refused, "I'm walking..."

Rossi glanced at him and took a few steps away with the spatula, revealing the wall behind him.A small display screen is inlaid on the smooth white marble wall, on which is the real-time surveillance video of the garage outside, and a white Maybach is parked steadily in the middle of the screen, with two crossed "" in the spherical triangle in front of the car. M" shines dazzlingly in the hot sun, just as its founder William Maybach said, this is a car that symbolizes perfection and expensive, and it is a work of art that can be driven.

Jacques watched the surveillance video and stopped the thought of continuing to bargain. He reluctantly put the ice cream back in the refrigerator, and walked out step by step.

**

After picking up the two ladies, Jacques went to the office building of Dr. Reagan without stopping to rest for a while.It's weird, he's completely in Reid's mouth, not Jacques' imagination, but it really sounds like a psychotherapist for a paranoid Freud fanatic, but he chose the busiest street in Quantico A commercial building as his office.

A person who finds his position and identity by borrowing from others, living in such a bustling city, wouldn't he feel confused and distressed?

Jacques leaned on the car, looked at the shiny glass windows on the building, thought like this, and suddenly laughed again, also, for a lunatic and a lunatic's followers, isn't that what they are after? ?They probably enjoyed the thrill of struggling in the web they wove more than an answer.

The city full of high-rise buildings is not as laid-back as Long Island. The sounds of cars and people rushing from all directions come from all directions. Busyness is the only theme of this city. Sometimes even the sun above the head is noisy. .

Reid walked out of the revolving glass door, and his gaze was fixed on the young man in the gray-blue linen suit jacket and white shirt. In fact, all the people passing by here, their eyes were on the handsome young man, as if As long as he smiled slightly, the most luxurious artwork in the world behind him became an inconspicuous foil.

But Jacques didn't smile.Many times, when he was alone, Jacques seldom showed any expression. He always looked into the distance silently, looking warm and lazy. Reid had seen him talk to Mrs. Jeanne of Long Island Sound and Ms. Alicia of Las Vegas, smiling softly, with old aristocratic focus and politeness.But he has also seen the way Jacques treats criminals, his eyes flash with coldness like a lone wolf and his silence towards life, and he strikes decisively and cruelly.

"He's like a complex and incomprehensible contradictory body." Thinking like this, Reid approached the young man step by step.

Jacques seemed to have sensed something, raised his head slightly, his eyes fell on the corner of Reid's raised mouth, and he laughed too.

"What are you laughing at?" Reid asked him.

Jacques shrugged and said, "I don't know either."

At this time, Reid saw the car behind him. The doctor reached out and touched the white paint on the body, and the fingerprint of his index finger was clearly left on the smooth paint.

"How?" Jacques looked at Reid, couldn't help asking excitedly, and he opened the car door for the doctor.

When Reid looked down, he could see a large amount of Segil white leather and velvet inside, which contrasted strongly with black piano paint and black granite inlaid with gilt patterns.

Not to mention the DVD display, CD player and neatly placed ambilight wine glasses and champagne inside.

Reid glanced at Jacques expectantly, shook his head, and said, "You know that's not what I want."

"But it's more comfortable this way," Jacques said, jaw tucked in slightly, looking at Reid expectantly, one hand still on the car door.

Reid still didn't move, he said, "Jacques…"

"Okay, Spencer," Jacques interrupted him, and said, "don't be here, okay? We can talk about it at home if there is any problem, I promise, I will listen to you, okay?"

Reid looked at his pitiful pleading, his eyes were like the blue sky full of fireflies, and the long eyelashes danced with little sunlight, he finally broke the stalemate and nodded.

The doctor bent down and sat in the spacious co-pilot seat of the Maybach. The ultra-modern automatic air-conditioning system allowed him to instantly fade away from the summer heat. Reid breathed a sigh of relief, but found that Jacques was still standing outside, squinting, dignified looking at the top of the building.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Jacques' eyes were full of confusion, he shook his head uncomfortably, and said, "It's nothing."

The car door was slowly closed by Jacques who came in last, but the body made of precision tubular steel structure could not resist the naked and probing eyes, like a slippery green snake spitting out a blood-red heart around his neck, The sharp, venomous fangs slid against the fragile skin.

Jacques resisted to reach for the Colt strapped to his calf, and reached for the glass filled with clear water.He took a sip of water, and slowly put the cup back to its place.

Reid took out a tissue from above, gently wiped off the sweat that rose from Jacques' forehead, held the young man's trembling hand, and asked him, "Are you really okay?"

"Oh, I, I'm fine." Only then did Jacques realize that his forehead was covered with sweat, and even his back was sticky and uncomfortable. He glanced at Reid hesitantly, but said nothing.

The body moved and slid into the traffic slowly and smoothly. The 6.0-liter V12 twin-turbocharged engine accelerated this work of art in 5.1 seconds. Jacques quietly leaned back in the chair, and his white hands gently Holding the steering wheel, he looked at the scenery passing by outside the car window, and he didn't know what he was thinking.