CM The future I see without you

After the party, no matter how much they felt sad, they still sent JJ ​​away. Jacques hugged her gently. Maybe Garcia finished all the blessings. He opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Okay, Jacques," JJ reassured him with a smile, "I know, I know."

Jacques let go of her, only to find that the always strong detective's eyes were red and his eyelashes were full of tears. He couldn't help but hugged her again.

It was late at night, and thick cumulonimbus clouds gathered in the always clear night sky. The edge of the sky gave off a slightly pale light, and the vast wind blew from the sky above Quantico. Reid looked up at the cloudy sky, and the tip of his nose But it was full of the faint sea smell of Long Island Sound, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the strong smell of Indian spices in the room.

We still have to go to work tomorrow, so everyone bid farewell to each other and dispersed towards home. Jacques followed Reid into the apartment, but when Reid came out of the kitchen with a glass of water, he found the young man sitting on a chair by the window, staring blankly at the distant sky from the corner of the window.

"What's wrong?" Reid asked.

Jacques was startled, turned his head to see the doctor approaching, and said, "Nothing." He was silent for a long time, and then asked suddenly, "Don't you like my new car?"

Reid shook his head and whispered, "It's not about the car. Jacques, I don't know how to put it, it's just, between us..."

Jacques' gaze finally shifted from the fallen leaves blown up and circled by the wind outside the window to the doctor's face, and he said, "What's the matter between us?"

Three doctorate degrees and super high memory can't help the doctor at this moment, Reid thought for a long time before slowly saying: "Jacques, do you like Ashley?"

Jacques recalled the uncomfortable girl sitting in the corner of the dining table at Rossi's house, smiled slightly, and said, "Spencer, I just don't want her to feel left out. Everyone's attention is on JJ and Alex tonight." She needs a little bit of our attention."

"What about Faustian?"

A red-haired girl's smiling face came to Jacques' mind, and he raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Faustian? What's wrong with her?"

Reid frowned and said to him, "Jacques, don't you understand? This, is the problem."

"Question, what's the problem?"

Reid walked around in circles in front of the young man anxiously, he couldn't help raising his voice slightly, and said, "Didn't you notice? You always flirt with all kinds of girls involuntarily, and with them Flirt, talk sweet words, meet their needs, Jacques, your eyes will always be on those girls, and your body will always smell of their perfume!"

"Just like Ashley today, do you know the way she looks at you?!" Reid took a deep breath and said, "Jacques, that's the look between lovers! She loves you! She likes you! "

Jacques laughed and said, "She loves me? Likes me? But, Spencer, that's just a courtesy, you know, I just want her to..."

"Etiquette?" Reid said the word silently, then slowly raised his voice, and asked, "Then is it also an etiquette between you and me! You are with me only because of you, too much Is it pitiful out of kindness? Jacques, I am fed up with your attitude. No matter what you do, you don’t care. You never care about other people’s feelings and only care about yourself! Today’s car, Jacques, didn’t you Have you noticed? You are coaxing me like those girls... There are many times, I will think, if one day you are tired and impatient, will you leave me like rejecting those girls? Everything that happened during this time was just my own wishful thinking..."

The more Reid thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. The low self-esteem and sensitivity of his childhood were magnified tens of times and hundreds of times by the violent emotional fluctuations. He looked at Jacques' delicate and beautiful face without blinking, his eyes shining like jewels, The tone is getting lighter and lighter, does this kind of person really belong to me?

The thought of spending his life with the flirtatious Jacques hurt Reid, but the thought of not being able to spend his life with him felt like a thousand arrows.

Jacques didn't think of this. Most of the time, he never cared that his actions would turn others upside down. After all, all the ambiguities in the doctor's mouth were just common etiquette to him. Girls naturally need men. Flattering and helpful, especially when they ask you for it.

Jacques thought for a while, looked at Reid, and suddenly asked, "Do you like Maeve?"

Reid stared blankly at the young man who was seriously asking, shook his head, and asked incredulously, "Why do you say that?"

"Because I'm jealous." Jacques said softly, "Spencer, I'm jealous that she can always have such a good chat with you. You talk about literature, defend philosophical issues, and discuss complex numerical formulas, but what about me? I watched Conan Road three times. I still haven't finished a book. Spencer, I'm jealous that she can keep up with your topics and logical points. You have become confidantes who can talk about everything, but me? Where am I?"

"Jacques, I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't say sorry, Spencer." Jacques shook his head slightly, and said, "Look, you have your fears, and I'm afraid of losing you. It's easy to say sorry, and it's easy to say love, but the hard part is how to hold Going on forever with one hand."

He straightened his back slightly, looked at the doctor's eyes peacefully, and looked serious and serious, he said: "When two men are together, they will encounter more hardships than ordinary couples have experienced: material desire, poverty, aging... ...Maybe we'll have a big fight, say something to kill each other..."

Reid smiled slightly, he looked at Jacques quietly.

Jacques continued: "Or, or one day we will, will be bored, would rather lie in bed all day than talk to each other, but, but Spencer, I can't imagine what my life would be without you Sample."

This may be what Reid wanted to hear, he breathed a sigh of relief, strong sourness filled his nasal cavity, tears pooled in his eyes, he opened his arms to hug the young man, his restless beating heart finally returned to its original position.

Jacques stroked the doctor's hairy head, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.The doctor in his arms is like a sensitive kitten. Maybe he has suffered too much loss and abandonment. JJ's departure made him unable to suppress the fear deep in his heart. Jacques thought, if he just Say a word of refusal to be indifferent, and he will run away immediately, far away, packing up all the expectations for this world.

There was no lightning and thunder at all, and the downpour suddenly fell. Bean-sized raindrops crackled on the window, and the rustling sound covered the whole world. Jacques looked out, the street gradually became empty, and the traffic lights were monotonous in the fog is changing.

**

That night, Jacques asked someone to drive the Maybach back, and placed a new order for a more low-key Mercedes-Benz. Although Reid felt that this car was still a bit flamboyant and eye-catching, it was already the biggest thing Jacques could do. Conceded.

Reid went to BAU on time the next morning, and Jacques had nothing to do, so he stopped by the FBI Academy in his Volvo.

Yes, until the new car arrives, Jacques still has to rely on Reid to go out.

"Okay, then I'll pick you up after get off work?" Reid poked his head out and said to Jacques in black and gray sportswear.

Holding an umbrella in one hand and his bag in the other, Jacques said loudly: "Got it!" After speaking, he turned around and walked away smartly, disappearing into the silver-white rain.

Crackling raindrops fell on the car, and Reid hurriedly rolled up the window. Volvo's headlights penetrated the foggy air and illuminated the road ahead. When Jacques turned around to look, the Volvo was no longer in place. .

The training ground of the FBI Academy is always open 24 hours a day for FBI agents free of charge. Regardless of whether it is cloudless outside the building or it is raining heavily, this 385-acre site, which Reid calls a training institution for spies and violent elements, is always full. people.

Shooting, melee combat, explosion-proof, and even if you want, you can apply to go to Hogan Bank for actual combat simulation, but Jacques is not very interested in these. To be honest, if you face these every day, you will also have physiological reflexes and aesthetic fatigue of.

So Jacques chose the judo training ground, which is set inside the large fitness room. As soon as the door is opened, there is a dark green tatami-like device. There was a sound of glass windows, Jacques nodded in satisfaction, and then went to the locker room with his bag.

As a result, when he came back after changing his clothes, there was already a person inside, and he was doing push-ups to warm up. Jacques put his things on the chair next to him and watched the man's sweat drip down on the elastic floor one by one.

From the point of view of beauty, the man is very handsome, but he is different from Reid's gentle manner. He is about 40 to [-] years old. He is short in black, with a high nose bridge, brown eyes full of ferocity like a beast, and a large white traditional judo uniform. It was opened wide open, revealing the perfect chest muscles.

The man finally finished the last push-up. He stood up, looked at Jacques, and said, "Come on?"

Jacques raised an eyebrow, then nodded, and walked up to the dojo.The man lowered his head and glanced at the young man's white and tender toes, and smiled inexplicably.

Jacques' face was gloomy, but he still had a good temper and said nothing. He bowed and completed the etiquette.

The man moved his body first. He took a sudden step forward and stretched out his right hand to hold down the young man's shoulder. With the other hand, he raised his uppercut and punched Jacques' lower abdomen, where the stomach and diaphragm were distributed. Rich in nerves.

Jacques cursed inwardly, and stretched out his arms to block the blow, but then the man's backstroke struck, Jacques swayed passively, and then tripped to the ground.

"It's not serious judo at all," Jacques thought. "At best, it's a shameless trick used by street punks."

He got up neatly and glared at the man viciously, but the man pulled out a wicked smile.

Jacques took a breath, and came to the man in a flash, followed by a sliding shovel that fell to the ground, dodging and throwing one after another... Jacques clenched his fist in his left hand, his knuckles were tensed, and he punched The fist hit the man's jaw and abdomen firmly, making a dull and monotonous sound. The veins on the man's forehead bulged, but he didn't groan or groan.

All this was far beyond his expectation. Even if the man wanted to react at this time, it was too late. He slid back, trying to dodge Jacques' attack, but found that the speed of the young man was much faster than his own. He became the passive side and could only dodge by relying on his physical instincts.

Jacques aimed at the moment when the man was stiff, grabbed his left wrist firmly, locked his chest with the other hand, stepped forward with his right foot, bent his knee joint, and swung his body counterclockwise while sweeping towards the man with force Below the knee joint of the right leg, there was a muffled sound of "bang!", and the muscles of the man's whole body trembled along with the dust that was kicked up.

The sweat on Jacques' forehead wetted his black hair, and it was sticky on his forehead. Excitement shone in his blue eyes. He licked his dry lips and urged the fallen man in a hoarse voice. , and said, "Get up!"

The heartbeats of the two turned into bursting drumbeats in the quiet training room. The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He knew that the heartbeat rate of the other party exceeded 140 beats per minute just like his own. Increased pain threshold and strengthened nerve reflexes.

"Crazy." The man cursed secretly, the veins on his forehead popping out.

After fighting for half an hour, the two of them collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. Jacques gasped heavily, his chest heaved greatly, and sweat trickled into the corners of his eyes. He had to pull up his white The sleeves wiped his flushed cheeks over and over again.

The loose judo uniform was torn apart by Jacques, and the man saw the scar on the young man's chest when he turned his head. He was slightly taken aback and said, "I'm sorry."

"Excuse me for what?" Jacques asked.

The man knew that the young man was asking the truth, so he stopped talking, stood up against the wall, looked down at the young man and said, "I know you are Agent Sauniere, Chris told me about you."

Jacques nodded and said, "Oh, you're Miles Estrada."

"You know me?" The man knew that he had asked a stupid question after he finished speaking, and the whole group would be reunited in three days. As the group leader, how could Jacques not know the list of team members.He said coldly, "I hope you won't be the next Wilson."

Jacques nodded as a matter of course. He stood up on one hand, looked directly at Estrada, and said, "I know that Thomas Wilson's betrayal has caused you a lot of damage, but," he shrugged and turned to himself. and said: "In our line of work, don't we have experienced a lot of betrayals? More than a month of repairs is enough for you to recover, and it's time to start again."

Estrada sneered, and said loudly, "If you haven't experienced it, can you just casually..."

Jacques turned around suddenly, grabbed Estrada's skirt with his right hand, and mounted him on the wall with a "bang". The severe pain made the man speechless.

Jacques let go of his hands in satisfaction, and even took the time to straighten his collar, asking, "Calm down?"

The back of Estrada's head was numb for a while, and then he slowly felt a little numb pain. He glared at Jacques fiercely, and Jacques said, "Agent Estrada, fighting terrorists is a dangerous thing. Everyone will suffer from this and that. Unfortunately, but these are not excuses for you to blame yourself or attack others!"

Jacques took a step back, looked at the man with red eyes, and whispered: "If you can't let go, then get out of my team!"

Estrada bowed his head in silence, his lips moved, but he didn't speak. Jacques snorted, adjusted his judo uniform and belt, and walked out with a black bag.

**

Reid got off work on time and parked the Volvo at the entrance of the college building on time. One minute later, Jacques appeared outside the gate with a bag in one hand.

The raindrops became smaller and drizzling, but Jacques didn't hold an umbrella, and the rain slid down his cheeks, wetting his gray-black hooded sweatshirt.

Reid said to Jacques, who was covered in steam: "It's a pity that Dr. Reagan was busy last time and you didn't see each other, so..."

Jacques put the bag in the back seat of the car, fastened his seat belt, and said, "So you want us to meet, Spencer, are you still dating in private?"

"Why not?" Reid turned the key, started the engine, and said, "We can talk, Jacques, sometimes I think he's just another me."

"Then I think he is another Maeve Donovan." Jacques said calmly looking out the window.

Reid glanced at him, his attention returned to the road ahead, he put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said seriously: "Jacques, I don't like it when you say Maeve like that, why do you always can't let her go? Between us really , it's really just..."

"Hmph." Jacques said softly, "Just because you don't have feelings for her doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings for you." After finishing speaking, the young man glanced at the doctor's frowning. This name seems to have become a taboo between the two, as long as As soon as it is mentioned, even the joy of joy will change into cold silence and silence in the blink of an eye.

Jacques twitched the corner of his mouth, changed the subject first, and said, "Okay, when is your new friend's party appointment?"

Reid took up the topic obediently, and tacitly put the displeasure just behind his mind, he thought for a while and said, "The day after tomorrow? How about the day after tomorrow?"

Jacques nodded indifferently and said, "Okay."