two people's agreement

"He hasn't come yet." Rossi watched Morgan dangle in front of her eyes many times, and when he walked past her window again, Rossi couldn't stand it anymore, and told him the fact without raising her head.

"What!" Morgan heard the sound, stopped walking, and turned back to the door of Rossi's office. His door was wide open.

Rossi raised her head and said to him, "You've been walking around Hodge's office for almost an hour! Emily went to pick him up."

"Hodge told me he was allowed to drive?" Why do you need someone to pick you up?

Morgan walks in.

"That's right, but Emily wants to pick it up." Rossi looked up at his hesitant expression, put down the pen in his hand, and asked seriously, "What's wrong?"

"He only took a month off! Rossi." Morgan looked worried, and he sat on the chair opposite Rossi, solemnly.

"34 days to be exact." Rossi repeated his numbers.

"Do you think it's long enough?" Long enough for him to adjust his mentality.

"You don't think it's enough? Tell him!" Rossi is very indifferent, you can say it.

"No, thanks for the advice, I love my job." I'm not going to risk my job.

"You cared more about him than about your job," Rossi said.

Morgan ignored Rossi's words, he took a deep breath and expressed his concerns. "What if he had PTSD?"

"He's been assessed."

"Come on! Rosie. We did that question together, and Hodge knows how to answer it." Totally cheating!

"Then what do you want?" Rossi was also worried, but there was nothing anyone could do about it. "Criticizing everything he does, how long should he be out? One year? Two years?"

"As long as Foye is at large, Hodge will have a hard time." Morgan said the most essential problem. "You should know that."

Rossi asked Morgan: "What will this do to Hodge?"

"He gets distracted!" Morgan replied.

Rossi disagreed with his answer. "Be motivated."

This is the real problem.

Rossi didn't want to talk any more, Morgan glanced at him, got up and left.

Just about to go out the door, Rossi stopped him.

"He came back because he had to and he needed to know we had his back."

Morgan stood there looking at Rosie. "He knows."

"Then let's not make him forget."

Morgan left quietly without answering.

On the other side, Reed leaned on his crutches and walked into the exclusive computer room for BAU technicians.

When Garcia saw him, he immediately went up and helped him sit on the seat behind him.

"Thank you."

"Does it hurt?" Garcia asked softly, looking at his injured leg.

"It's weird! It hurts when I think about it," Reed settled into his seat as Garcia returned to his seat.

"I keep thinking about it again." Meaning, it hurts.In the past at this time, Dani would tease him contemptuously, for being too delicate, she dared to tell even this bit of pain!Reed felt a little uncomfortable, subconsciously shifted his gaze, and found the box on the table next to him.

"No! Don't touch it!" Garcia heard the sound, turned around and saw Reed opening her cookie box, turning her body to drive the wheels under the chair to slide over. "Hands off! These are for Hodge."

"I was shot in the leg and I can't eat cookies!!!" Reed was very dissatisfied and tried to get the cookies back. "You know he hates attention."

Garcia glared at him. "It's just a cookie, not a cake."

"Anyway, he'll pretend nothing happened." Reed compromised, took out a lollipop from another box, tore off the wrapper, and comforted himself for not being able to eat the cookies.

"But we don't have to do that," Garcia explained.

"I think we should, too," should be as whitewashed as Hodge, pretending that Hayley and Jack weren't sent away for protection, pretending that Foye didn't stab him, pretending that Dany didn't leave because of him.

"I don't think so." Garcia's voice trailed off.

"I've been thinking about it. Ever since I met Hodge, I've never seen him blink." Reed put aside those things that made him feel bad, and when he thought of Dany, his legs started to hurt again. I put the lollipop in my mouth, trying to forget the pain.

"I know." Garcia was also confused. "This is very strange!"

Reed explained to her, "Typical machismo behavior."

"Do you think he's breaking Foye into submission with his eyes?" Garcia asked.

"Perhaps!?" Reid said uncertainly, "It saved his life, too!"

"Do you think he stares at each other every time he cuts?" Garcia had a hard time imagining what it was like.

Reid raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by the idea, and it was hard to imagine what that scene was like. "I don't know either."

"So is he okay?" Garcia asked Reid in a worried voice.

"If it were me, it wouldn't be so good," Reed replied. "But, I like to blink."

At this time, the door lock of the office was unscrewed, and JJ hurriedly opened the door and walked in. "Spencer, so you're here! Pack your bags!"

"What happened?"

"Watch the news." JJ asked Garcia to turn on the TV.

"Which station?"

She replied helplessly, "Any one will do!"

Garcia turned on the screen, and the reporter's explanation followed along with the sound of sirens. On the screen, a female reporter was standing in front of a pharmacy and a police car was parked.

"Just after 40 a.m. this morning: Devon Cole, [-], of Louisville, resident, assaulted customers at the pharmacy on the corner of Main Street and Toxton Avenue. Witnesses said he was after the attack Walk west along the main road, and no one will see him after that..."

JJ sighed and exchanged glances with Reed, turned around and patted his shoulder to leave. "We're going to Louisville."

Reed waved Garcia goodbye and left too.

The news continued to be broadcast, and the screen kept jumping.

"Wearing the killer in blue short-sleeved jeans and a bright gray jacket, it took less than an hour for local authorities to mobilize all available resources.

A search was conducted, and despite a statewide effort, the suspect remains at large.The number of casualties has been increasing. Three victims have died, including a bank guard with a gun, whose gun was also used by the suspect to wound people. Two others were seriously injured. The murderer has not yet been found. "

"Clang clang clang."

Hodge was standing there, watching the news on TV. After hearing the knock on the door, he turned around and put the gun on his waist, and turned off the TV.

After walking to the door and confirming that someone was coming through the door, he opened the latch on the door and turned the handle.

"Hi!" Emily said standing outside the door.

"Hi!" Hodge let Emily in. "What do we know about the Kentucky case?"

Emily reached out and closed the door, and reported to Hodge the news from JJ just now. "Cole had no previous connection to those victims. The Louisville Police Department searched the entire area, but the suspect lost track of him after he left the pharmacy."

She noticed the stack of papers on Hodge's desk, with George Foyer's photograph strewn across the top.

"Have you checked his home and family?" Hodge turned off the lamp.

"The local police are investigating."

"Let's start with his recent life experience and find the source of stress." Hodge picked up the briefcase and walked out.

Emily glanced at Foye's photo again worriedly, and walked towards the door.

"Don't move!" Hodge stopped her movement, and then entered the password on the siren to turn it on. "Are you ready?"

"What about you?" Emily asked him back.

The siren blared, and Hodge didn't answer her question.

Hodge and Emily were the last to catch the plane. At this time, JJ had already started to report the case. "Captain Kevin Mitchell is our contact in Louisville..."

With Hodge's appearance, all eyes turned to him.

"Good morning." Just like Reed said, he pretended nothing happened, said good morning casually and walked in.

Rosie said as he walked by: "It's good to see you!"

"Me too."

"You look good, sir." Gashiya also expressed his feelings to him through the video.

"Thank you." Hodge responded casually, as if he didn't hear the concern expressed in their words.Then change the subject.

"How long are you going to use this thing?" He pointed to Reed's crutch.

Reed glanced at the crutch he was pointing at, suddenly feeling guilty. "I'm not very clear, welcome back!"

"Thank you!" Hodge turned to ask about the case. "Are there any other attacks?"

"No, not yet." JJ beside him replied.

"It's hard to track Cole, he's never had a driver's license, so he's probably on foot," Reed said.

Emily picks him up, "Or take public transport, he can't possibly go on the bus, there are pictures of him everywhere."

Hodge continued, "Have you found his source of stress?"

"He just lost his job. He has been working in a factory since 1990. He has been working with home appliances almost all his life and has never been promoted." Garcia's voice came through the laptop.

"Is it the grievances that have accumulated for a long time?" Morgan asked.

"Or he just doesn't care," Reed said.

"If he needs to raise a family, he doesn't think so." JJ expressed his opinion.

"He's kind of a hermit, actually," Garcia continued, reporting what she had found. "As far as I know, he has no care, no wife, no son, no father, no mother."

"There's no hope of living," Morgan concluded.

"Then why didn't he commit suicide?"

This sentence made everyone tremble.

"After the rage they usually kill themselves. Since he has nothing to worry about, why doesn't he kill himself?"

Who is Hodge asking this sentence?ask them?Still asking himself.

"Because he still has unfinished business, we know that he showed anger and vented it on the first victim." Reid answered his question, maybe because he got along more in private, and he didn't have the same feeling for Hodge as others. A touch of awe.

(Tang Xiaoyuan: Terrible child! Dani is not here, so I can't save you.)

Hodge looked at the other silent people, and finally his eyes stopped on Reed who was the only one who spoke for a long time, but he didn't say anything. "There's something about the tally guy, and we have to find out who that is."

"Is he military?" Hodge asked Garcia on the computer screen.

"No!" Garcia replied immediately.

Hodge concluded to everyone, "There must be a reason for his outburst. He is angry, endlessly hitting targets, holding guns, and he is just getting started."