tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

——Learning profiling?

Fiona actually thought about this.But becoming a real profiler requires rigorous training, and she has not had the opportunity to receive similar training so far.Of course she can learn profiling by herself, but wrong profiling will bring the case into a new quagmire, so she doesn't want to show off yet.There are many jobs in the world that cannot be done by self-study, and profiler is one of them.

In the afternoon, they distributed a large number of registration forms.Many enthusiastic volunteers took the initiative to go to the police station to ask for registration forms. Fiona couldn't help noticing that many of them were black, and the number of black people in this area is not the majority.

The media still haunts the police station every day, but fortunately they now have Detective Jareau, she is very capable, and dealing with the media is a piece of cake for her. Fiona doubts that anyone else can replace Jennifer Jareau - there's no way anyone can do the job like her.

They counted the names on all the application forms and sent them to Garcia, another very capable lady in the bau team. Fiona has never met Garcia before, so she has always thought that Miss Garcia is quite mysterious, after all young girls with excellent computer skills are very rare.

Soon, Garcia found a suspicious person from the list.His name is Alexagnes. He is a 29-year-old black male who used to work as a security guard in a company. He was arrested a few years ago for posing as a law enforcement officer.

So they rushed to Agnes' home very quickly.Before entering the door, Fiona heard a dog barking from inside.

Fiona immediately noticed an outdated old police car parked at the door.That fits the profile perfectly, and he does have a very eye-catching car.

"Mr. Agnes, open the door!" the man yelled, "FBI! We need to talk to you!"

The barks grew louder.

Man kicked the door open, and as soon as they rushed into the living room, they saw Agnes' body lying in a pool of blood.He had a hole in his head and held a revolver in his left hand.

"What the hell is going on here?" Man frowned. "Suicide?"

The German Shepherd was still barking at them. Reid took a step back with a stiff expression, trying to stay as far away from the dog as possible.

"Are you afraid of dogs?" Fiona whispered, smiling.

"It's not." Reid explained helplessly, "...it's just that all the dogs don't like me very much, and I don't know why—"

Before he finished speaking, the dog really rushed towards him.

"Oh, shit!" Reid couldn't help cursing, and subconsciously raised his hand to stop it.

It looked like he was really taken aback because Fiona rarely heard him swear. Fiona couldn't help giggling, she knelt down to comfort the dog, "Hey, good boy, don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."

The collie soon became quieter, but its round eyes were still watching reid warily.

"Actually, it likes you very much." Fiona scratched its neck and said to Reid with a smile.

Reid blinked and muttered, "...I doubt it."

Then, letting go of the dog, she stood up and strode toward the body.

"Looks like suicide to me," Alick said to Fiona. "What do you think, boss?"

"Maybe," Fiona said, stepping over the body and staring at the cup on the coffee table. "He put the spoon on the left side of the coffee cup. He is indeed left-handed."

"But suicide doesn't fit the profile," Man said. "If he really is a suspect, why would he do it?"

"Guys!" Emily's voice came from upstairs, "You should see this!"

They quickly went upstairs to join Emily. Emily turned the laptop on the table in their direction, with a document open on it.

"—looks like a suicide note," she said.

Later, they found more evidence in the room.They found some photos of the crime scene, it seems that Agnes was really obsessed with the process of police enforcement.They also found books on serial killers, and in the notebooks some material on how to deal with polygraphs and interrogations.

Finally, they found decisive evidence.They found a little blood in the battered police car, which belonged to the last victim.

"No matter from the profile or the evidence, this person is the unknown suspect we are looking for." Man said with his hands on his hips, "But I don't understand why he committed suicide?"

"We only found Agnes' fingerprints on the keyboard," Emily said.

"Maybe he suddenly regretted it." Walton said, "He killed so many children, he probably suddenly realized his conscience and couldn't bear the condemnation in his heart, so he committed suicide. In any case, this case is over, I am very grateful for your help, real."

"He won't have a conscience," Hotch said. "Unless we stop him, there's no way he's going to stop so quickly. He lacks empathy, he's aloof, and he can't possibly feel guilty for what he committed."

"You think he might have been murdered?" Fiona asked.

"We don't know yet," Hotch said.

"The person who wrote the suicide note knew the details of his crime very well, so if that person is not himself, then it must be someone close to him." Toland analyzed.

"It's not necessarily true. Maybe someone pointed a gun at him and forced him to write about the process of committing a crime." Sarah suddenly turned from her chair and said.

"Oh, girl, you must have watched too many criminal investigation dramas." Walton smiled, "There is no sign of break-in, and no one in the neighbors noticed anything unusual. All evidence points to his suicide. We don't need to make it too complicated ,Is it right?"

In fact, the people above seemed to agree with Walton's words.

Eden thinks it's time for them to stop.The case is over, there is no need for them to stay.This case caused panic for a time, and it also aroused people's speculation about racial discrimination, and it was finally proved that the murderer was actually a black man who committed suicide in fear of crime.

"This is probably the most perfect ending for this case." Eden said to Fiona, "You guys did a good job."

The perfect ending?

Fiona deeply doubts this.

The families of those victims will have to taste the pain for the rest of the time, and they will never go back.There's never really a "perfect" solution to a murder case - from the moment it happens, for some, it's destined to be a tragedy with no happy ending.

But Fiona knew it was useless to argue with Eden about these emotional topics.

"I understand, sir," she whispered. "We'll be back soon."

Before leaving, Fiona ran into Reid in the parking lot.He was standing at the entrance of the parking lot, probably waiting for her there on purpose.

"Are you leaving?" Reid said, looking down at her. "We'll see each other soon, right?"

He looked at Fiona expectantly.

"Of course." Fiona said softly.

Reid licked his lips, and suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Although it's a bit selfish to say this... But I realize that I don't want you to leave. Our time together is too short."

Fiona was a little surprised. Reid rarely expressed his thoughts to her like this, and he never said anything similar every time they parted.

"Of course, I'm just talking casually." Reid seemed to have noticed something, and quickly explained, "—Don't take it to heart. They need you, and I have to go back to Quantico later."

"Mars, hurry up, we should go!" Toland shouted as he opened the car door not far away.

"You should go." Reid glanced at Toland's direction, "Your team members are waiting for you."

Fiona looked up at Reid's face.His hair was disheveled, with a few curls hanging from behind his ears and covering his cheeks, which made his expression look a little sad.

Suddenly she made a bold move—she leaned close to his face and kissed him quickly on the lips while her crew watched.

"I love you, Spencer Reid." She cupped Reid's cheek in both hands, smiling, "See you soon, don't worry, baby."

Reid's eyes widen slightly, looking surprised - maybe it's because she said she loves him, or just because of that cloyingly sweet title.

Fiona did it on purpose, she just wanted to soften the sentimentality of the parting.She's never been good at handling situations like this.

Then she hugged him tightly, resting her chin on his shoulder in a motion that forced her to stand on tiptoe.

"I really should go," she whispered.

"Goodbye." Reid whispered, his voice seemed a little hoarse and nasal.This is probably just because a gust of cold wind has just blown over.

Fiona let go of Reid.She took a deep breath, smiled at him, then turned and strode away.She didn't dare to look back at Reid because she was afraid that she would suddenly change her mind and stay-but she knew that Atlanta still had a lot of business for her to attend to.

But Fiona didn't expect it at all, and they couldn't see each other for a whole month.

Reid and the others have handled three cases in a row, so almost all of their vacation days have been cancelled. Fiona saw him once on the TV news. He appeared in the camera range of media reporters, and his hair looked longer and messier than before.

The last time he called Fiona, his voice was so nasal that it sounded like he had a cold.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." His tired voice came from the phone.

"You should rest more," Fiona said.

"I will. Don't worry." Reid replied immediately.

But Fiona deeply doubts this.When he was working on a case, he never knew what rest was. The people in the bau team were all the same as him.

This made Fiona worry about his physical condition.But what can she do?He was thousands of miles away from her now.

"Take care of yourself, Spencer," Fiona told him.