CM The future I see without you

Jack pedaled vigorously on a light blue children's bicycle and circled around the adults. Henry wore a huge furry bear hat on his head, laughing and chasing after him.The two children's eyes were bright, their cheeks were rosy, and they ran fast. The whole restaurant was full of after-dinner food, the warm aroma of red wine, and the childish screams and laughter of the boys.

"Okay, kids, come to sister Garcia, our bear biscuits are ready!" Garcia shouted, holding a plate of small and cute cookies with thick cotton pink heat-resistant gloves in both hands.

Jack and Henry slammed to the brakes, like two puppies seeing food, JJ leaned down and hugged Jack out of the bike, and the two little boys followed the smell of biscuits away, laughing and bouncing.

"By the way, where's Jacques? I'm going to eat dessert later. Doesn't he like the ice cream made by Rossi the most? Why is it missing?" JJ smiled and watched the children go away, and found that there was one missing on the sofa in the living room people.

Morgan raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "I'll look for it."

He stood up, put the red wine glass in his hand on the coffee table, and walked around the small garden and the study outside a few times, but found no one. He was thinking about going back to find Reid and found that the guest bathroom by the aisle was lit. Light.

The door was ajar, and warm goose-yellow light was revealed from the crack of the door, the sound of water splashed, and the suppressed and heavy breathing of the young man could be heard from time to time.

Morgan put his hand on the doorknob and hesitated for a long time, when he suddenly heard the muffled sound of flesh hitting the wall, his heart tightened, and he reached out to push the door open but heard a "click", and the wooden door was locked from the inside.

The small space is full of moist water vapor, and the white water mist can't help but make people's breathing heavy.

Jacques rubbed the back of his head that was so painful from being hit, curled up in the corner, his chest heaved violently, he tried to calm down his shortness of breath, but Morgan kept knocking on the door, and the knocking sound of "dong dong dong" was like a The sharp hammer hit the sensitive nerves, and the head seemed to hurt even more.

He struggled to stand up straight on the slippery wall, glanced around the messy bathroom just now, sighed in his heart, thought for a while, and returned the things roughly.

Almost when Morgan's patience was exhausted, the door creaked open.

The young man looked a little pale, maybe it was too hot inside, his lips revealed an abnormal blushing, Morgan frowned slightly, his eyes swept across the neat bathroom behind him, and found nothing wrong place, he asked, "What are you doing in there?"

Jacques gave him a blank look, and said, "Of course I went to the toilet in the toilet. What, what's the matter?"

Morgan looked at the young man for a while, and said, "Oh, it's okay, I just need dessert, I'll call you here."

Jacques gave a random "hmm" twice, raised his hand and brushed his hair back irritably, lowered his head and let out a few inaudible short coughs.

MOrgan was a little worried: "Hey bro, are you really okay?"

Jacques nodded, and he said, "You go first, me, I'll be there later."

Morgan glanced at the hand on his belly, the fingers were pale due to too much force, and the fingertips were slightly blue. He wanted to ask again, but the door between the two of them closed again with a "snap".

Jacques leaned against the door and groaned inaudibly, his whole body slid down slowly, his hands pressed his abdomen vigorously, but it didn't take long for his complexion to become paler, and all the blood supplying the brain flowed to the abdominal cavity, just calmed down His stomach began to be restless again. He took a deep breath, stood up staggeringly and threw himself at the sink. The diaphragm and abdominal muscles contracted sharply to pressurize him. He suppressed retching, but he couldn't spit out anything. The foul smell of stomach acid and bile filled the mouth and nostrils.

He turned on the faucet with red eyes, and the sound of water splashed again. With trembling hands, he took a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, as if this would relieve his physical discomfort.

While eating dessert, Jacques had returned to normal. He was cuffed tightly, fiddling with a small spoon, and his exquisite gold-framed thin-rimmed glasses restrained his heroism in a bookish manner. To be honest, he might have stayed with Reid for a long time. It was the first time When we met, the arrogance and casualness of the youth became more and more precipitated, like a sharp sword studded with gems, hidden deep in the thick bookcase together with the classical poetry collection.

Morgan withdrew her sizing gaze, casually picked up a small piece of rabbit-shaped biscuit, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed dryly.

Reid snatched a cup full of vanilla-flavored ice cream from Jacques' hands, and stuffed it back into a cup of warm milk. Jacques just glanced at him dissatisfied, but didn't say anything, and obediently took small sips.

JJ and Emily looked at each other, and both breathed a sigh of relief.

"So? Where are you going to go on this rare vacation?" Rossi put down the wine glass in his hand, leaned on the light yellow soft cotton sofa, and asked Reid.

Reid said: "I originally planned to go to Johns Hopkins to pick up Diana, but yesterday I suddenly called and said that she planned to travel to Saipan with her friends."

His tone was full of regret, but everyone could still hear the faint joy.They are all happy for the doctor. After all, it is a huge improvement for Diana to start making friends and going out for fun. They also said that the treatment program studied by Johns Hopkins University is effective for her.

"Then you guys have free time in the future?" Garcia was a little excited. She leaned over slightly and said to Jacques, "How about we go to Savannah together? I heard that there are several crews filming there recently, saying Maybe I can meet some stars..."

"You mean the three of us?" Jacques raised the corner of his mouth and asked, blinking playfully.

Garcia patted him on the shoulder angrily and said, "Of course, of course not! I mean, me and Kevin, and, you guys."

Morgan and Emily said "oh" just right, but the tone was long and gentle, and the rest of the people laughed kindly, only the two little guys in the adult's arms didn't understand what happened, with milk stains on the corners of their mouths, and He looked at the adults in confusion.

"Okay, laugh, laugh," Garcia said, waving his hands angrily.

She finished eating two biscuits angrily, and suddenly rolled her eyes, and asked Jacques: "Jacques, don't refuse me in a hurry, do you know which crew is filming there?"

Jacques shook his head slightly, not caring: "Garcia, you know I'm not very interested in these things."

"Oh, that's a pity," she said with a smile. "You won't see Lila if you don't go."

"Wait," Jacques turned around suddenly, looked Garcia squarely, and asked, "Lila? The LilaAment?"

Rossi turned to Hotch suspiciously and asked, "Do you know who it is?"

Hotch reached for a biscuit from the end table and stuffed it into Jack's hand, shaking his head.

Jacques put down his glass, looked at Reid and said, "That's the one you wanted to support her but the ground was too wet and she didn't stand still and she kissed you on the mouth and was accidentally photographed by the reporter and took up the entire entertainment page, LilaAment?"

Reid put his arms around Jacques from behind, glanced at Garcia with a smirk on his face, and said sincerely: "Jacques, I told you that it was really an accident! Everyone who was present can testify for me!" He After speaking, he turned his attention to the friends watching the show.

Morgan raised his glass and touched Emily's, and asked suspiciously, "Were you there at that time?"

Emily shook her head decisively: "I'm not here, are you?"

"Not here."

JJ also suppressed a smile: "I don't seem to be here either."

**

It was already late at the end of the party. When Reid parked the car firmly in the apartment garage, the hands of the watch had already pointed to one point, and two rows of six huge lights were on on the top of the empty and lonely garage. The dazzling yellow-white lights down like day.

Wrapped in the doctor's overcoat, Jacques was already fast asleep. His head was pressed against the cold window glass, his pale blue lips were tightly pressed, his brows were slightly frowned, and the broken hair on his forehead followed the wind in the car. The air conditioner was trembling with the breeze.

Reid didn't want to wake him up. Jacques didn't sleep very well these days, and when he fell asleep, he would be awakened by nightmares, sweating profusely, and had a severe headache, and then he couldn't fall asleep again.

From ten o'clock in the evening to five or six o'clock the next morning, he sat by the window of the living room, lit a cigarette, and waited quietly for the dawn.

But the most desperate thing is that he doesn't know what Jacques is suffering. Whose face is it that emerges in his nightmare all night long?

Reid opened the small compartment in the car, and inside lay quietly a pack of shriveled cigarette cases and a lighter with a silver metal casing.When he was about to reach for it, the phone buzzed, and he frantically took it out of his pocket, only to realize that it wasn't his own that was ringing.

Jacques opened his eyes in a daze, and he slowly took out his own, an unknown number jumped on the dimly lit screen.

The young man frowned, and just about to slide off the call, a black Chevrolet stopped in front of the car, Reid looked up, and three police officers in plain clothes got out of the car, the tall man at the head walked over and knocked politely. He knocked on the driver's window.

Jacques turned off the call, put his hands behind his waist, and gripped the gun tightly, before motioning for Reid to roll down the window.

"Spencer Reid?" The man asked calmly, he looked like an old and cunning politician, but his voice sounded particularly clear, "I think that should be Jacques Sauniere?"

Reid nodded slightly and asked, "Are you?"

The man twitched the corners of his mouth. The glare of the light hid his eyes in the shadow of his hair, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. He said, "Bill Caldwell, Internal Disciplinary Special Investigation Team."

Jacques glanced at Reid, and Reid explained in a low voice: "Internal investigations, usually..."

"Usually investigating criminal cases involving employees of federal offices and foreign offices or foreign offices." Caldwell opened his mouth to explain, he bent his index finger and tapped on the car window, and said, "Gentlemen, why don't we get out of the car and have a chat?"

Jacques retracted his gun, got out of the car, and asked, "What's going on?"

Caldwell turned his head, and the detective standing behind him put a document in his hand, and the man handed the document directly to Jacques, saying: "A person in charge of the Los Angeles foreign office disappeared last month. Earlier, a senior MIA inspector reported missing."

A name flashed in Reid's mind, and he looked at Jacques with a flat face, his eyes full of anxiety.

The man continued: "Agent Natalie and Mr. Levine, I think Agent Sauniere should be very familiar, right? Alright, now let me ask the question. Do you know what's going on? Agent Sauniere?"

The corners of the man's mouth curled up invisibly and plainly, his dark brown pupils were full of determination to win the prey, and he put his hands in his pockets, quietly waiting for an answer.

Jacques opened the file, and it was just some basic information about the two missing people. These small details of living and working together were listed one by one on the pale printing paper in cold words, like a lonely epitaph on a stele.

"I don't know," he said.

The man said, "Do you know them?"

Jacques raised his head, his black and moist pupils were filled with dull silence, he felt that the lights above his head were like fine silver needles piercing the back pillow bone, the pain was slow and dull, but very clear.

The young man's brain was in a mess, Natalie's smile and shouts kept flashing, but in his ears were the successive gun explosions on the battlefield, and the indistinguishable smell of sulfur irritated his nasal mucosa. He opened his mouth and said nothing. Can't tell.

Men interpret this silence as a refusal to answer.

As if he had expected it, he politely got out of the way, raised his chin to signal the team members to open the car door, and said, "Why don't you go back with us and think about it slowly?"

Jacques nodded, and he said to Reid: "I, I...forget it, Spencer, it's okay, I'll be back soon, don't wait for me, go to bed first."

Reid's heart tightened, he grabbed the young man's wrist suddenly, Jacques turned to look at him, his eyes were full of confusion, and under the calm appearance was a flustered child, Reid realized that the young man was trembling slightly, The skin under his hands was clammy and icy cold.

"It's okay, it's okay." Jacques gave the doctor a soft, short hug and said, "I'll be right back."

The Chevrolet engine made a piercing sound, and the car turned a corner and disappeared at the garage door. Reid stood in the aisle and looked outside. The gloomy sky did not know when thin rain began to float, and the wind was "wow, woo, woo" and screamed. Chirping, he shivered, and the sense of lost emptiness hit him like a raging wave.