CM The future I see without you

"Sorry, Spencer, I might not be able to make it to today's party. Say hello to your Dr. Reagan for me."

The text message on the mobile phone successfully dispelled Reid's idea of ​​skipping work and going home to find Jacques. He frowned and closed the Nokia cover, looked at the worried Emily beside him, and said, "Maybe he has a temporary task and didn't receive my call." .”

Emily breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, that's also possible. After all, the anniversary of 911/[-] is approaching, and maybe they were temporarily assigned a mission."

"I know." Reid was still fiddled with the phone worriedly, he said, "But I'm still worried about him."

Emily smiled and said, "Oh my God, he's worried about you, you're worried about him, Reid, that's love! If you keep doing this, I'll think you're showing off to me."

"Okay." Reid's face finally eased a little. He looked at the clock on the wall, and it was more than half an hour before he got off work.

"Do you have any activities after get off work?" Emily asked.

"Nothing," Reid said, "just, just…"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Garcia standing at the door of the analysis room and shouting: "Hey! Can everyone come over here? We have a case!"

Emily patted the doctor's shoulder helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Okay, no matter what appointment you have, it seems that you have to cancel it."

When Reid went in, he found Hotch and Rossi standing in front of the projector with serious faces. They looked at the players who walked in without saying a word, with heavy expressions on their faces.

Watching Ashley, who was the last to come in, close the door, Hotch said: "Yesterday, a body was found in the desert outside Las Cruces, New Mexico. The victim's leg was cut off and another person's leg was attached. leg."

Rossi continued: "Some time ago, we also received a report that a victim was found in Dallas with his mouth closed, just like the Silent Man case. At that time, it was simply believed that the suspect was a one-time imitation, so now we have to reanalyze. gone."

"Someone imitating a case we've solved?" Morgan asked, frowning.

"It seems so." Rossi nodded.

Hotch put down the case file in his hand and announced solemnly: "Now we are going to follow up on this case and deal with others at the same time. Alright, Garcia, let me introduce the current case."

"Oh, oh, good." Garcia turned on the projector and said, "Michelle Rodriguez disappeared at a friend's bachelor party last night. This is the No.3 victim in the kidnapping case in Austin, Texas this week. According to the previous rule, we only have one Night time."

Hotch glanced at the serious team members and said, "The plane takes off in 15 minutes."

As soon as the voice fell, the Nokia vibrated in his pocket, and Reid opened the phone cover. It was the second text message from Jacques.

"I'll be very busy these days and I won't be going home, don't worry."

Emily pushed Morgan, Morgan turned his head in doubt, and saw the doctor next to her looking at the phone with a disappointed expression.He asked, "What's wrong? Kid?"

"Oh, it's okay." Reid shook his head and said, "Jacques isn't going home today, but I think we won't be back until tomorrow or the day after..."

"Ooooh," Morgan said, rubbing the doctor's head, "it's not like something you'd be sad about, tell me, Kid, what can I do for you?"

Reid opened his eyes slightly, and asked back: "I, sad? No, Morgan, I'm fine, I'm fine."

But the handsome chocolate guy still insisted on putting his arms around his shoulders, waiting for the answer with a firm face, Reid had no choice but to say: "Well, I was originally friends with Ronald and Emm tonight, and we originally made an appointment to go out to get together All of a sudden, it turns out that Jacques and I have something to do now, so we may have to cancel this appointment."

"It's okay, Reid, he will understand you." While comforting Reid who was depressed, Morgan walked to the elevator door and pressed the button, "You didn't mean it, did you?"

"I don't know," Reid said with some hesitation in his heart, rubbing his thumb against the cover of the Nokia phone, "I don't know how to tell him, maybe, I'm really looking forward to this party, so I still feel a little... oh, Morgan, I don't know."

The elevator doors moved away with a "ding" sound, and the dazzling light shone straight into the small space. Morgan looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and was speechless for a while.

More than half an hour had passed since the off-duty time. It was raining heavily outside, and the sky was as dark as late at night. The hall, which is usually quiet at this time, was brightly lit at this time, and a team of three armed with Remington's Swat was stationed in each aisle. In front of the door, police officers carrying folders came and went, the elevator bell rang one after another, and the sound of hurried and powerful footsteps could be heard everywhere, and the whole air was filled with the smell of tense gunpowder.

"This is, what's wrong?" Reid murmured.

Morgan shook his head, it wasn't a good thing anyway.He dragged the stunned doctor to the gate quickly, and the agents stationed in front of the gate stopped them, and they were allowed to go after carefully checking their IDs and scanning their fingerprints.

Seriously, it's almost like the entire FBI building is in combat mode at its highest level. Morgan walked towards BAU's Chevrolet, while scanning the surroundings calmly. He saw many friends in the team, but they all had stern faces, frowning, and uniformed bulletproof vests.

Everyone seems to be running on invisible rails, few people move freely off the track, but those few are also in other special case operations groups.

"Did you see that?" Emily, who was sitting in the driver's seat, asked the two people who came in in a low voice, "When did the FBI get so restless?"

"It's not that they are not calm." Morgan said, "They all have tasks, Emily, they are all the elites of Swat, and generally only people above the level of Strauss can be transferred."

"Speaking of Strauss, I just saw her." Emily looked at the agent approaching this way in the rearview mirror, and started the Chevrolet anyway to avoid trouble, and said.

Morgan shrugged and said, "Then there is no need to worry, there will be someone taller to support the sky falling."

Reid glanced worriedly out of the car window. In the dark midair, two helicopters with the words FBI printed on them were roaring up to the sky. He didn't know if there was his own Jacques among the crowd with sharp weapons.

**

The sword of Damocles standing above his head finally fell. Keven Jafferson looked at the young man sitting leisurely on the opposite chair with his legs crossed, and seemed to hear the sound of the sword piercing his heart.

"Impossible," he heard himself mutter, "you can't be alive..."

"How is it impossible?" Jacques looked at the police officers in the evidence search team flipping through the boxes full of documents. Now the US Department of Justice has given him the power second only to Mueller. As long as he wants, he can even lead a group of people Break into the offices of all the top FBI officers, ignoring all clearances and codes, and complying with US law.

But that didn't make him any happier, as if it didn't matter to him that one sentence could ruin someone's entire political career or reshuffle the entire counterterrorism department.

The young man was still wearing a tattered bulletproof vest, the white shirt inside was dirty, dust and black blood were mixed together, he didn't care at all, he flipped through the newspaper calmly, his voice was gentle, but the expression on his face was Quiet, without words and full of majesty.

Kevin wiped the sweat off his face and said, "I need to speak to Commissioner Mueller."

Jacques shook his head.

Kevin continued: "I need a lawyer."

Jacques glanced at him, then shook his head again.

Kevin took a deep breath, his eyes softened, he slowed down his tone, and said, "Son, Mueller put you here to take care of you, oh, remember the punishment you committed before? Many of them are I helped with that. By the way, that Agent Cohen, is she okay now? I heard she visited Jessie in private and took something, boy, it's against our bureau's policy ..."

Jacques put the newspaper back on the table and pushed it in the direction of Keven. In the huge black and white photo, Jessie was pale, holding a high anti-terrorist white flag and glaring ahead. Canon's tens of millions of pixels lens always gave The illusion that the heroine is alive.

Keven froze for a moment, didn't even dare to bow his head, and immediately turned the newspaper upside down, as if this would make his conscience feel better.

The office search was over, and the officers shook their heads at Jacques, finding nothing.

"I'm innocent," Keven smiled stiffly, a little excited and a little nervous, he looked at Jacques who was motionless, and said emphatically, "I'm innocent, I was wronged!"

"Really?" Jacques shrugged, and threw the phone with the screen on in front of him. A short interrogation video was playing on it. Under the dim light, Keven's left and right hands trembled and confessed his crime.

"And," Jacques stood up, lowered his head, and said while rolling up his sleeves, "We also found $500 million in your daughter's account, and your wife also has a manor in New Zealand covering an area of ​​about [-] acres. , Keven, why don't you calculate for me how many years you can be sentenced in US federal law?"

The police officers who checked in the office quietly retreated very winkingly, and the last one thoughtfully locked the door behind them.

Jacques laughed, walked slowly to the window, and pulled down the beige blinds, the whole space was dark and airtight, only an incandescent lamp above the head shone brightly.

"What are you going to do?" Keven staggered back in horror, his back against the cold wall, but there was no more room to retreat behind.

"Jessie is a hero. She persisted in hell for two years. Those bastards even killed all her children, and she didn't choose to rebel. A hero shouldn't be buried in the emergency room by an inexplicable bullet, accident? Huh "Jacques said slowly, "We also sent away a team member at the place you provided, oh, I think you know Cohen, that girl always has a straight face and doesn't like to talk, but her heart is so soft that she dies, Inferiority, sensitivity, everyone treats her as a little sister..."

"But what the hell does this have to do with me!" Keven couldn't stand it and shouted loudly. He even wanted to break through Jacques and escape, but he overestimated his motor nerves. Decades of office life made his abdomen It was full of fat, and as soon as his right foot was lifted, Jacques slammed his whole body onto the hard floor, leaving a wet sweat stain on the smooth wooden board.

"It's okay? Oh, of course it has nothing to do with you." Jacques smiled slightly, and he suddenly realized that talking about feelings with someone who only has money in his eyes is as meaningless as talking about loyalty with a prostitute.

The dry eyes of the female soldier crying under the dusty moonlight appeared again in Jacques' eyes. The grief was like a branding iron scorching every pain nerve, and despair and anger swept through the whole heart like a hurricane.

That was Jessie, that was Jessie's mournful roar before she died!

The muscles of the young man's whole body tensed up suddenly, like a raging lion showing its sharp claws, grabbing the man by his collar and pushing him against the corner of the wall, locked the man's throat with his elbow, bumped his lower abdomen with his knee, and punched him every time. Avoiding the vital points every time can make people feel so painful that they want to die immediately.

Anger ignited the fighting spirit in the blood, and the weapon in his hand had already been handed in, but the ferocity in his heart was even stronger than when he was holding the weapon in his hand, and the unilateral abuse did not end for a long time.

Big beads of sweat appeared on Keven's forehead, and he finally couldn't take it anymore, crying and begging for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, stop!"

Jacques ignored him, and soon the pleading turned into a sob, and the sob turned into a moan.When Jacques lowered his fist, Keven was already dying. He looked at the white ceiling with blank eyes and murmured, "You, you are a devil, a devil..."

Jacques glanced at the pile of paralyzed fat, sneered, tugged at his collar, and opened the door.Swat, who was wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a Remington R4 in his hand, was guarding the door. One of them said, "Do you need an ambulance?"

Jacques shook his head and said, "Let the CIA group come over, it's almost here."