CM The future I see without you

"Ding."

Rossi took out the warmed milk in the microwave, thought about it, added three sugar cubes, carefully stirred it with a coffee spoon, and took it out.

"Thank you." Jacques' two noses were completely blocked. In just half an hour, he tried Garcia's sneezing forcefully, Morgan's running around the office ten times, and the nasal drops provided by the little doctor, but , seriously, not as fast as a cup of Rossi's warm milk.

"It's so comfortable." Jacques praised with a strong nasal voice.

"You didn't look too good yesterday." Reid glanced at the thermometer worriedly and said, "100.22 degrees Fahrenheit, moderately hot."

Emily asked Jacques: "You still came in the rain today, didn't you?"

"No." Reid replied, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, he explained, "Well, today I came with Jacques, who lives downstairs from my house."

"Oh, so Jacques is your new resident?" Garcia hurried over with a pile of documents in his right hand and a cup of cocoa in his left, and said disappointedly, "Ah, handsome boy, are you already drinking milk? "

"Give it to me, Garcia." Jacques took the mug and said, "I can drink them all. I need them, badly."

"How about I carry it for you?" JJ who was following Garcia smiled apologetically, "There is a case."

"It's a rainy day, don't they have any rest days?" Jacques drank the milk in one gulp angrily, thought for a while, took another roll of toilet paper, and followed Rossi slowly into the analysis room.

"A pair of poor young people in love on the coastline of the Central Valley in California accidentally found three black plastic bags during a self-guided tour." Garcia sighed and said, "Oh, there are always disappointing things in the world, my God , I don’t even know what kind of shadow those little lovers will leave behind!”

JJ sat back in her profiler's seat, picked up the IPAD, and frowned. Even after going through so many hardships, she still can't look directly at those cruel photos.

"Let me guess, uh..." Morgan frowned and said, "Corpse?"

"Oh, it's the first time I've seen so many petrels." Rossi slowly switched a picture and said, "Don't petrels only eat fish?"

"Um, in fact," Reid straightened his hair by his ears, zoomed in on the silver-white bird in the picture, and said, "This kind, if I read correctly, is a herring gull, the most common Atlantic gull, mostly distributed in Northern hemisphere, scavenging, feeding mainly on rotting litter and animals along the coast."

Garcia couldn't bear it anymore, and quickly switched to the forensic materials, saying: "After testing, these, these, um, the body parts belong to two girls. 24-year-old Rosalind Thorpe and 23-year-old Allison Liu, both of them student at UC Santa Cruz."

"But on what grounds did the local police treat this as a serial killing?" Emily asked.

"Because a year ago, a climbing adventurer found two black plastic bags in a California canyon, and a month later, a group of students who went camping also found two black plastic bags in another valley not far from the canyon. ’” Hotch said slowly, his gaze getting stricter as the screen swiped.

"It's all body parts?" Morgan already knew the answer, couldn't bear it, and asked silently.

"Yes." Hotch stood up and said, "Because both cases were handled by the same forensic doctor, he compared the DNA in the garbage bag with the DNA from a year ago, and it was the same person. The rest We will analyze the data separately on the plane."

"Where did the DNA come from?" Jacques asked, rubbing his red nose.

Hotch stopped, with a look of unbearable expression, but he said calmly, "Yes, they detected the DNA of the same person in these garbage bags."

**

"Tsk." Jacques regretfully took out the roll of tissue paper in his hand from the already full black travel bag, thinking about where to put it with his already dull brain.

"You've got four rolls already! Jacques!" Morgan poked his head over and said, "And I don't think California doesn't sell even a roll of Kleenex?"

"But I can only use this kind of tissue paper so my nose won't hurt." Jacques sat helplessly on the swivel chair and sighed regretfully.

Rossi carried his MaisonMartinMargiela customized black business travel bag, and gently closed the office door. In the BAU group, except for Garcia, the computer technology special agent, who needs an office, only HOtch and Rossi have their own exclusive office space.

Hotch is the team leader of BAU, which is certainly understandable.

But Rossi?

When Jacques knew that he was going to work with UncleDavid again, especially when he knew that UncleDavid had an office that he decorated with himself, he was very happy.

Because he compared his Medal of Honor with Rossi's, he felt that his dream of having a room full of SpongeBob SquarePants in the FBI building was not far away!

"You like SpongeBob SquarePants?" Rossi asked coldly after listening to Jacques' so-called "I have a dream" speech.

"Of course not." At that time, Jacques was still lying on the hospital bed, his limbs were bound with restraint belts to prevent mania, and he looked like a fallen angel. He weakly answered the unrelated but close father The Italian man said, "I just thought, that is, just an idea."

Jacques' face was still as pale as paper, but his lake blue eyes were shining with a sly light, and he said, "Don't you think this is very fun?"

"Not at all." Rossi stood up from the sofa and smiled a little, "Speaking of which, what gave you the confidence to stand up to me, brat, eh?"

"Honor from the FBI?"

"Then you should take a look at your demerit, which is as high as honor."

Anyway, as always, Jacques sat in the cubicle in front of Morgan.

"So, is that the reason why I brought you the facial tissue?" Rossi asked speechlessly, looking at the hairy head.

"I think." Jacques zipped up the zipper of Rossi's black leather bag intimately, handed it to him, with a cute and innocent smile on the corner of his mouth, and said pitifully, "Probably so."

Morgan pulled Reid to the end, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said seriously "Yes! He just smiled like that, and Rossi agreed! God, I never knew how that delicate old Italian man was so easy to talk... ..."

Reid said that your understanding of smiles is probably wrong, right?

"So I want you to test Jacques."

Reid stopped in his tracks and asked strangely, "Trying what?"

Morgan chuckled, and asked back: "Kid, do you really believe that you can see the future? Emotional resonance?! Huh?" He put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "Listen , Reid, I trust Rossi, he won't lie to us, but this, this just challenges my worldview!"

"However, Hotch knows there's one in LAPD too...."

"Well, well, his ability is one thing, but, more importantly," Morgan straightened the collar of his leather jacket, lowered his voice, and said, "I don't believe him. Don't you know that the above has seen Are we upset? Maybe, maybe, this is their trick, just waiting to disband the BAU!"

"But..." Reid tightened his fingers holding the bag strap, he thought of the light refracted by the rain on Jacques's black hair, he thought of the boy's thin body revealed by the soaked shirt in the stuffy forensic room, he thought of The milk stain on the corner of the boy's mouth in the morning... oh my god.

However, Morgan…..

Reid looked directly into Morgan's eyes, and said seriously: "Could it be that you thought too much, last time Strauss...but, look, we are still fine now."

Morgan sighed, and said earnestly to Reid who didn't know why: "That's because Emily rejected their request, and would rather resign by herself to keep BAU. Hey, Kid, not everyone is Emily."

Reid fell silent. He looked at Jacques who was talking to Rossi with a smile in the distance, and finally asked, "Then what do you want me to confirm?"

"Relax, Kid." Morgan looked at Rossi messing up Jacques' hair viciously, and Emily and JJ next to him laughed together, and hugged Reid relaxedly, and said, "I just want to make sure he's harmless." of."

Reid suddenly felt the hand on his shoulder tighten. After a long silence, Reid heard Morgan talking to himself wearily: "After all, we have lost too much. But the enemy does not only come from the outside."