CM The future I see without you

"What? That brat helped you set up the tent?" Levine squinted his eyes and took the last puff of his cigarette. He casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his stinky cowhide boots. He looked around In front of the brand new military tent, Natalie said to the sullen Natalie, "It's not bad! By the way, what about others?"

Covering the sun with her left hand, Natalie pointed slightly towards the center of the camp with her chin, and said, "It's said that a new officer has arrived, and I don't know why I was called there. It's been almost three hours."

"Yo! That 'pig' with eyes on the top of its head is finally gone?" Levine raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of gloating, and he said, "That little brat is capable, tell me, how many people in our camp look at that pig?" 'Pig' was upset, there was nothing he could do, but the boy got into a fight and beat him away instead. Eh? Nat, is that boy the president's son?"

"Can the president's son come here?" Natalie rolled his eyes at him, walked towards the big tent in the center, and said, "Where is Dean? Why is he always missing these days?"

"Hey, why are you going?" Levine stood on the spot and shouted loudly, "Didn't you say come over and write the summary of the mission together?"

Natalie turned around and said, "Didn't you just inform me that the new chief asked us to find her when we were all together?"

Levine scratched his head, took out the satellite phone in his pocket and looked, there was indeed an unread message.He strode over to Natalie, muttering, "But Dean hasn't come back yet."

"I don't care." Natalie walked forward angrily, complaining in a low voice, "I have to take care of everything, it's so annoying! Who is the team leader!"

"Maybe Dean has troubles recently? Eh? Didn't the news come last week that his fiancée plans to regret the marriage?" Levine actually didn't know exactly what happened to Dean recently, and there was no way for the parties to avoid talking about him.

He grinned and stroked his buttocks, and comforted him dryly: "Dean was relieved to tell you about the team's affairs because of your ability. Don't say anything else, just talk about that, that Jacques, you see , didn’t you take care of that brat well? Make persistent efforts when the time comes, and try to get a medal before returning to China, get promoted and get rich!”

I don't know whether it is the good wish of getting promoted or making a fortune or the name Jacques hit Natalie's mind, the female detective's face softened a lot.

Levine asked on the plane: "How about this report..."

"No!" Natalie was about to refuse loudly, but she was already standing very close to the tent, so she had to lower her voice and say, "Jacques has written the report for you three or five times, don't keep looking for those inexplicable It’s an excuse to let him do things for you, he’s soft-hearted, but I’m not!”

"How could I!" Levine opened his eyes wide and retorted softly, but he was defeated by Natalie's glare within a few seconds.He scratched his head with some guilt, and said shamelessly: "But don't say it, that kid looks like an iceberg, but his heart is extraordinarily soft, like a little girl."

"Speak less and no one will mute you." Natalie said, "Forget it, forget it, why are you talking about this, go in."

"Wait a minute," Levine said, holding Natalie's shoulder, pointing to the gate on the left side of the camp with his chin, "see who's back."

Natalie looked in the direction he was pointing at. A man wearing worn-out white short-sleeves and yellow-green trousers frowned and walked slowly towards the camp. He wore black sunglasses and held a slender trouser in his left hand. Paper smoke, gray-white smog and nothingness mixed with dust flying in mid-air. Under the refraction of light, the layers of dilapidated residential buildings on the mountainside behind him looked clearer.

No one would have thought of the elegance and splendor of the buildings destroyed by the war. When the local economy has not declined and political conflicts have not erupted, the civilization here has once become one of the most shining centers in the Middle East, as they have been for thousands of years. previous generations.

However, from the Roman Empire to the Byzantine Empire, and from the Arab Empire to the Ottoman Empire in Turkey, after endless wars and countless natural and man-made disasters, it is difficult for outsiders to distinguish the kind that the locals are most proud of after the city was built more than 3000 years ago. Full of peaceful and poetic breath of life.

However, in the eyes of the intertwined foreign agency forces, the only identity representative of this ancient and beautiful city has become an important fulcrum to change the pattern of the Middle East, choking Turkey's throat internally and controlling the Suez Canal externally, no matter which group will master this pawn in the future , then in the future, whether it is economic (oil), military or political, the right to speak will be an earth-shaking change.

"...This is one of the reasons why Mueller sent you here, Jacob, oh no, AgentSauniere, if you can get some achievements in this dispatch, then you will be better than others in terms of promotion and rewards in the future." Others have greater advantages." Clement looked helplessly at the young detective with a plain face opposite, and said, "So, you can't always resist communicating with your colleagues like this, and of course, your superiors, one A loner trying to do everything a team can do."

As she spoke, she stood up and walked to the opposite side of the table. She bent down and wanted to straighten the collar of the young man, but the young man frowned and avoided it. Dust and Wrinkle, said earnestly: "I hope you have a sense of teamwork in your heart, Jacob, you can't spend your life alone, you need to make friends and fall in love, and your life is also It is impossible to only have a job. When you grow up a little bit, you will have your own wife and children. At that time, do you want to be like this now and refuse to say a word? You have a cold face all day long, refusing Communication? Huh?"

Jacques raised his face slightly, his azure eyes were like the unfathomable depths of the Caribbean Sea, he looked at the smiling female officer, and suddenly said: "Actually, I want to know what you are doing now more than my future life. Who is having this conversation with me? My superior, or my mother's friend Aunt Clement, or...Mueller's bed partner?"

Clement's smile suddenly froze on her face, her eyelashes fluttered, and she immediately regained her composure. She tried to smile gently again: "Anyway, you can't deny that my suggestion is for you..."

"It doesn't make any sense." Jacques turned to the window to look at the empty and dusty camp, and said lightly, "If you want to be Mueller's wife instead of a bedmate with only physical communication, you should stop all imitation of Louise, Mueller Just because you like my mother doesn't mean you have to be another her. Besides, it's so fake when you smile like this."

Clement's face was completely cold, his brows were gathered together, and his eyes were like sharp swords that people could not escape.

Jacques nodded and said, "It looks much better this way."

Clement twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a mocking sneer, and said, "You really haven't changed at all, you're still as annoying as your mother."

Jacques sighed inaudibly, agreeing: "Sometimes I don't like her either."

Clement wanted to say something more, Jacques turned his head to look in the direction of the tent door, and reminded, "Don't let them in?"

"Who?"

"Natalie, Levine, oh, and Dean." Jacques wrinkled his nose, like a cute puppy, and added, "He smells like brimstone."

**

Hotch frowned and hurriedly pushed open the door of the analysis room, saying, "I still can't get in touch with Director Mueller, the conference venue in the UK is basically in a state of closed communication."

Rossi tapped his middle finger on the table lightly, thought for a while, and said: "According to the regulations, they can only detain Jacques for 72 hours without conclusive evidence, and he can come out in a day at most, but the key is that we don't Don't know what the information on those notes is, or even what the file in that Caldwell's hand is?"

Morgan was a little puzzled: "If Jacques deleted these key information in the first place, why did they take such a big risk to bring back these things that could convict them at any time? Wouldn't it be safer to just delete them in Syria?"

JJ thought for a while and said, "Maybe they don't realize that these documents are problematic?"

Rossi turned to look at her and asked, "How?"

JJ said: "I also used to bring some souvenirs home when I came back from Afghanistan. Of course, these things have been reviewed by the superiors. So..."

"I didn't find out at the time, but Caldwell found out?" MOrgan spread his hands and said, "I always thought they involved Jacques because of the disappearance of the investigators. So it is possible that they came only for Jacques?"

The agents looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the analysis room suddenly dropped to freezing point. No one could provide valuable rebuttals to Morgan's hypothesis. Next year, the bureau will face a new election. As Mueller's godson, Jacques will I don't know how many people will applaud behind my back.

Emily sighed dully and asked, "Where's Reid? Hasn't he come back yet?"

Just as he was talking, the door was pushed open from the outside, and it was not a doctor who came in, but Garcia, who looked panic-stricken. She was holding her black laptop, and her chest heaved violently, like a lamb fleeing for her life in the jungle and finally saw it. the light of hope.She panicked and said, "Guys, just, I mean, just now, they found Natalie!"

Everyone swiped to look at Garcia, Hotch frowned even more: "You hacked their internal communication system?"

Garcia stayed there at a loss, hesitating and hawing, not knowing what to say.

Hotch pointed to the chair next to him, and said, "Let's not take this as an example, just sit down and talk slowly."

"Oh, oh, good." Garcia carefully put the computer on the table, pointed to the photo on the screen and said, "People from their team went to Jacques's original home and found that, you see, the garden has been tampered with , they dug it up and found that it was a female body, which was later identified and proved to be Natalie."

Rossi squinted his eyes and looked at the photos. Apparently the information hadn't been released yet, and it was watermarked with "Top Secret". He asked, "What's the cause of death?"

Garcia was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly entered a few commands, but a red conversation box popped up after pressing Enter, and she said apologetically, "Caldwell's password is required."

Hotch thought for a while and said, "I'll go talk to him and see if I can cooperate with BAU to investigate the case."

Rossi nodded and said, "I'll go find Strauss."

The two got up and were about to leave, when Reid opened the door and walked in. He was still wearing Jacques' light brown coat, carrying a messenger bag in his hand, with a blank expression on his face, but anyone present could clearly feel that Doctor's exhaustion.

JJ stepped aside, hung the coat on the hanger for him, and asked, "How is it?"

Holding the hot cocoa poured by Emily, Reid breathed a deep and slow sigh of relief, put the USB flash drive in his pocket on the table, and said, "It's all inside."

"The part of the record that Jacques deleted?" Morgan asked.

Reid's eyes dimmed, and he was fiddling with the small silver metal USB flash drive in his hand. The corner of his mouth showed an intentional or unintentional sarcasm, and said, "It's part of his experimental data."

"Can it clear Jacques of suspicion?" Hotch asked calmly.

Reid nodded.

"Then why are you hesitating?"

Reid lowered his head, the veins in his hand holding the USB flash drive were bulging, and his knuckles were pale and cold. He was silent for a long time, sighed deeply, and then said: "I don't know, Hotch, I have no idea."

MOrgan sighed, and hugged the doctor's shoulders with some distress, only to find that his whole body was cold, and he asked, "Is Jacques unaware of this?"

Reid said: "This is just one of them, Morgan, that bastard bought a whole warehouse to store Jacques' stuff from childhood to adulthood, and he purposely..."

"You also said that he did it on purpose." Rossi said lightly, "He showed you these things on purpose to declare his sovereignty over Jacques, Reid, you should understand that the more this happens, the more it means that he has lost Losing control of Jacques, he's angry."

Reid was stunned, and he looked at the USB flash drive in his palm quietly. The unspeakable emotions in his eyes surged in the silence. After a long time, he finally returned to an obscure silence. He stood up, handed the USB flash drive to Garcia, and said: "Please Garcia."

Rossi patted the doctor on the shoulder comfortingly. Without saying a word, he picked up his coat and followed Hotch out of the gate of BAu.They have a lot of things to do, such as using their accumulated contacts to find a way to clear the case.

Emily began to gnaw her nails anxiously again. She watched Garcia click on the decrypted file, but found that the content in the USB flash drive was incomplete, and the time was stuck between the time when Jacques received the dispatch order and the last day in Syria. But it was intermittent, and the longest interval was as long as three months. Even so, the folders inside were marked in great detail, and some even indicated the time, place, people, and local weather.

Garcia sighed secretly: "This guy has obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?"

MOrgan looked at the photos displayed on the big screen with his chin propped up, and said, "This can only be regarded as obsessive-compulsive personality disorder. You see, these photos are at best biased towards the hobbies of perfectionists."

Garcia controlled the mouse to keep sliding down, and the big screen kept jumping on the front or blurred back photos of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old Jacques. Some of these photos were probably screenshots from surveillance videos. There is also a red time mark accurate to the second in the upper left corner.

"Wait! Garcia." Reid suddenly said, his eyes widened slightly, and the big screen was frozen on the rare color frontal photo in the file, it was about midsummer season, the sun was setting, and the orange-red sunlight was shining On the profile faces of the four who had just returned from a mission, a tall and strong man put his arms lazily on Jacques' neck, and the young Natalie stood on the other side of Jacques like a girl in first love, with her hands on her side Holding Jacques' other arm intimately, staring at the young man's side face with a gentle smile in his eyes, there is also a man with a half-smoked cigarette crookedly in his mouth, holding a FAL semi-automatic gun, standing In the far left corner, squinting and smiling naughtily.

Jacques in the middle is only about 17 years old. He is tall and thin, and his soft black hair has been roughly flattened by someone. The simple cropped hair makes him look very sunny.

This is the Jacques that Reid has never seen before. He is wearing a worn-out American combat uniform, and there are even traces of black gunpowder smoke on his face, but his brows and eyes are curved, and the kind of relaxed joy seems to overflow from his eyes.

"This is Jacques?" Garcia called out softly in disbelief. She really couldn't connect the person in the photo with the elegant and romantic young man in real life.

JJ nodded and said, "This is him, that girl is Agent Natalie, the one with the gun should be Agent Levine, and the one in the middle, I think, is the mysterious Dean Tavoularis."