CM The future I see without you

"I thought you weren't coming back." Jacques wrinkled his nose in disgust as the unique pine and cypress fragrance of men's perfume enveloped him, moved a seat, and said.

The young man's originally warm voice was hoarse, and his tone was full of tiredness.

Mueller glanced at him, handed the signed document to the secretary who was waiting aside, and yelled softly: "Not coming back? Wait until you dismantle the entire anti-terrorism department?"

The young man yawned lazily, turned his head and looked out from the French windows on the top floor of the FBI, the foggy raindrops surrounded the whole world, and the whole Quantico resumed its usual busyness, as if the panic and tension of the past few days were part of a A brief hallucination.

Mueller said: "William is too dangerous. Although you are partners now, as long as you don't give him more things in the future, he will abandon you without mercy. Jacques, stay away from him."

"I know." Jacques muttered, "at least he just needs power now. He wants to climb up and let the people under him go further, and I need to pull down those who are occupying the position. We each take Isn't what you need good?"

"But you have to look farther." Mueller reprimanded dissatisfiedly, "Yes, Jacques, this time you reacted quickly and completed the plan very well, but when will you be able to make things smoother and show your sharpness? You can’t live in this world for too long, do you need me to teach you this truth again! Your team members don’t need an embryo killer but a mature team leader!”

"But isn't what I did what you wanted?" Jacques said coldly, "Who told me that the result is above all else? Then what's wrong with me doing this?" Annoyance flashed in the blue eyes Unhappy, he spoke, stood up, and opened the black velvet curtain that blocked half of the window, and the icy cold air penetrated through the gap between the glass and the wall.

The young man was wearing an FBI dark blue windbreaker jacket that he didn't know where he got. Inside was the dirty white shirt that couldn't be seen in its original color. Two or three of the horn-polished buttons had collapsed, revealing a small piece of pale chest. Under the skin full of scars are dark blue blood vessels, and the purple bruises have not receded, like a group of terrified and twisted snakes under God's punishment.

Frustrated, Mueller slapped the pen in his hand on the table, resting his chin on both hands, silently watching the back of the young man standing by the window looking out, not knowing when the conversation between himself and Jacques will always end with one person It's a terrible feeling when the impatience or the silence ends.

The rain outside started to grow louder again, the wind mixed with raindrops crackled and hit the bulletproof tempered glass window, Mueller looked at Jacques, the young man's thin back gradually overlapped with Louise's, and they frowned on the same gloomy rainy day Watching the raindrops fall on the edge of the window in boredom, he remained silent.

This scene appeared repeatedly in his dreams. Many times he dreamed of the funeral with white or red rose petals all over the sky, the melodious and sad Canon floating in the air like the Dead Sea, and the little Jacques hiding in the church He looked at Louise from behind, but at that time his mother had already refused to talk to anyone, and the beautiful French woman was like a withered red rose, sluggishly playing the cello intermittently facing the tombstone of her deceased husband, with a sad and desperate look on her face.

Mueller clearly remembered that Aidan's funeral was the last clear sunset of that year, the sky was full of red clouds like a raging fire, and then the heavy rain that followed ended Aidan's funeral and also extinguished the fire of Louise's life.

The girl who had the courage to resist the whole world resolutely raised the gun in her hand and ended her life amidst the rising rose petals and heavy rain. Her beloved woman fell to the sky in front of her eyes, as light as a fragile fallen leaf, Blood spattered on Aidan's cold tombstone, and pink streams snaked their way down the stone steps into the dirt.

She looked in Aidan's direction until the last moment of her life, until the last gleam in her pupils disappeared.

Desperate black-and-white silent films are played again and again in late-night dreams, which seems to be an unbreakable spell or a maze with no exit. Mueller wondered countless times if she had gone to Louise earlier or hadn't left at all, would she still be alive, then in the long time afterwards, maybe one day she would finally see herself behind her.

Someone once told him that death is not scary, it is just lonely.

But now looking at Jacques growing up in loneliness, Mueller only feels helpless and painful in his heart. The dead have already been relieved, and what is left is the boundless loneliness.

Loneliness is different from loneliness. After a long time, it will not be so uncomfortable, but I just feel tired for no reason.

"You go." Mueller hoarsely said, "I'll take care of the rest for you."

Louise's departure left a huge hole in his heart, maybe Jacques can fill it sometimes, but he is not the girl who called her name with a bright smile after all, every time he wakes up in the middle of the night, Mueller always feels that the roar is coming The cold wind mixed with raindrops and a faint smell of gunpowder smoke passed through the hole named Louise in my heart.

It doesn't hurt, it's just empty, which makes people sleepless.

**

When Reid entered the door, he saw Jacques's pair of black handmade custom-made leather shoes casually thrown in the aisle. The leather shoes were covered with tan mud. One probably was thrown under the cabinet because the owner was too casual, and only a little shoe was exposed. bring.

Going further inside, Jacques's clothes are all over the floor, dirty shirts, belts, suit pants... Reid even saw the Italian handmade custom watch on the carpet, but the surface polished by diamonds has been broken It's just that the century-old craftsmanship makes the quality of the watch extremely strong and firm. Even if it is broken like this, the bare hands are still ticking.

Reid could even imagine how annoyed and annoyed Jacques would take these things off him, and then couldn't wait to fall into the soft bed and fall asleep with his eyes closed.

However, he was really relieved. After so many days, Jacques finally came home, which also meant that those threats belonging to the FBI or terrorists were completely over.

The news that Keven was summoned by the committee and the CIA spread throughout the building these days. Everyone whispered about the handsome blue-eyed young man, and occasionally said that he rushed into the villas of rich people with a Remington The big stupid guy in the second anti-terrorist group...

Of course, Reid had heard some rumors from Garcia or Emily, but what BAU knew was the same as what the girls in the IT department downstairs were talking about.

"Kid, believe me, no matter how huge the numbers in their bank accounts are, they are just some NewMoney, pursuing the pleasure and feeling of nouveau riche, and their rich life of more than ten or twenty years makes them do not know what it means Already." Morgan raised his eyebrows and said, "If it were me, I would, like Jacques, pick one first and kill others as an example."

"But Jacques' decision is still too hasty. If, of course, I mean if there is no evidence in those children's homes that they have been in contact with those people in Iraq, he will be in trouble." Emily disagrees with Morgan's point of view, and Her experience in dealing with rich people when she worked in Interpol, sometimes face is more important to them than life, especially those NewMoney people who want to join the upper class.

"But Emily, that's Jacques, can he make a mistake?" Morgan firmly believed in his brother's choice, he stood up, drank all the coffee in his cup, and asked rhetorically.

"He can't be wrong." Ashley's sudden interjection made everyone quiet for an instant. Emily glanced at Reid. The doctor's face was expressionless. Of course, this expressionless expression can sometimes express many meanings.

"Hey! Everyone!" Garcia rushed in with his PDA and shouted, "Do you know who I just saw with whom!?"

Morgan looked at Emily who was also relieved, looked gratefully at Garcia who looked expectant, and asked, "Who did you see?"

"No, Derek, you have to guess first, so I can tell you the correct answer." Garcia smiled mysteriously, his eyes swept over the faces of everyone present.

"Okay, let me think about it." Morgan frowned pretending to be hesitant, and said, "The thing that can make you so excited...is so mysterious, and there are two people..." He looked at Garcia's expectant look, no She bowed her shoulders embarrassingly, and said: "But any two people together are gossip material for you, baby, sorry, I can't guess."

"It's Rossi and Strauss, right?" Alex walked in from behind Garcia, put down the purse in his hand, and said.

"Ohhh, well, you guessed it." Garcia nodded a little depressed, but became excited again after a while, whispered to Emily mysteriously, and said, "Actually, I saw them together last time." Drinking coffee, you said, huh? Will it..."

The rest of Reid was even less interested. His attention was all on the trainee agent standing aside with a gentle smile, and he had mixed feelings for some reason.

But Jacques will never notice these problems. His brain seems to be born without a functional area that perceives girls' emotions. Sometimes he just dutifully completes the tasks assigned by Hotch, but when he comes back, he always brings Come back with some fruit hard candy, chocolate, ice cream, or some fluffy dolls, all kinds of little gifts for girls.

Morgan always said with a smile that it was a token of love, insisting that Jacques be responsible to those girls.

But to be honest, Reid put down his satchel, stood at the door of the bedroom, looked at the young man's sleeping face from a distance, and thought to himself, for girls, especially women in their 30s and [-]s who still yearn for fairy tales in their hearts. In other words, Jacques is a little prince living in reality. He is handsome, rich, not to mention has a bright future. This is simply a killer in the world, and few people can resist it.

Reid smiled, and walked gently into his own little prince step by step. He sat down on the edge of the bed, wanting to reach out and touch his cheek.

Jacques suddenly opened his eyes without warning. He stretched out his hand from the soft quilt and grabbed Reid's wrist, then turned over. When the doctor came to his senses, the muzzle of the black gun was pressed between his eyebrows. Colt.

Jacques sat straddling his waist, his muscles tensed, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were full of confusion.He hasn't woken up yet, it's just a conditioned reflex of his body.

Reid's wrist hurt, he held his breath, skillfully freed his other hand to remove the gun on his brow, and then gently stroked the back of the young man's neck, Jacques was like a comforted Persian cat, gradually obeying Lowering his head, he fell on Reid's chest and fell asleep again.

The heavy tube fell to the carpet, surrounded by soft wool.

When Jacques really woke up, the rain outside had stopped, and there was a bit of chill in the air, wandering around every corner of the house.He stood up, closed the window tightly, and smelled a little tomato.

Jacques yawned, rubbed his eyes, walked slowly to the kitchen, and saw Reid in an off-white apron frowning, looking at the thick soup bubbling in the pot.

"What to do?" Jacques asked.

"Lasagna." Reid glanced at him, then returned his gaze to the tabletop. JAcques leaned over and found that he was still holding a piece of paper in his hand, on which were densely packed and neatly written with unintelligible numbers.

"A recipe?" Jacques asked.

"Ah."

"Spencer," Jacques couldn't help but picked up a dropper from the table, looked at the red juice left in it, and said, "this is our kitchen, isn't it your chemistry lab at Caltech...but celery It is indeed a good choice, David always said that its aroma is too unique, it will overwhelm the taste of basil. Incorrect……"

"God, Jacques, can you be quiet... Put down that celery and go play." Reid frowned, without looking up, his attention was all on the tomato and minced beef, Even though he had rehearsed the recipe dozens of times in his mind, when he was actually operating it, Reid found that cooking was much more difficult than doing rare earth metal-catalyzed nitrogen oxide decomposition in the chemistry laboratory. At this moment, the Ph.D. Didn't help much.

Jacques curled his lips, had to put down the celery stalks that were still dripping in his hand, and reached out to take out his PSP from the cabinet where the dishes were placed. The black screen was still on the startup screen. He propped his chin and asked casually: "Spencer , do you remember Nat?"

"You mean Agent Natalie?"

"Ah."

"Remember, what happened?"

Jacques carefully glanced at the doctor who was engrossed in the boiling soup in the pot, and said, "Oh, nothing, nothing." Before the doctor raised his head to look at him seriously, the young man stood up by himself, put down the PSP in his hand, scratched She scratched her head and said, "Forget it, let me take a bath first."

"Wait, Jacques." Reid turned off the fire and stopped the youth who was halfway there.

"What's wrong?" Jacques asked with his heart lifted in the air, turned around stiffly, looked at the doctor.

"What happened to your wrist?"

"Hand?" Jacques froze for a moment, raised his right hand, and the large bathrobe slipped down his slender arm. His fair skin was covered with bruises. After thinking for a while, he said, "Oh, maybe it was scratched Did you accidentally bump into it when you were a human? It doesn’t matter, anyway, it will be fine on its own in a few days.”

Jacques walked towards the bathroom while talking, Reid silently looked at the young man's indifferent back, the air was full of the aroma of basil and Parmesan cheese, but for some reason, the desire to cook and the joy of reunion suddenly dissipated Two clean.

Maybe Ronald is right, falling in love is not that easy, two people are not just about agreeing to each other when they are together, and strong emotions will also be spent in a long time and unspeakable secrets between each other.

Reid thought he had made all the preparations, so he nodded firmly when Ronald asked, but now?He glanced down at the paper. The writing on the paper was melted by a pool of water on the table, turning into black balls.

It's a pity that Ronald wrote the recipe so hard.