tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

The next day happened to be a holiday. Fiona spent the morning tidying up the room.Then she bags the few laundry items to take to the laundromat.As soon as she left the laundry, she heard someone call her name.

"Mars?"

She recognized the voice immediately, and turned around in surprise.

"Hey!" she laughed, "toland!"

Toland wore casual clothes today, a long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, which looked very different from his usual suit and leather shoes.He was not handsome.He has deep-set eyes, a broad nose, and a lot of stubble on his chin.But the suit clearly suited him better than his usual formal attire, as it fitted him better and clearly showed off his strong, muscular figure.

"Hey!" Toland seemed in a good mood, he smiled happily and said, "What are you doing here, boss?"

"I live near here." Fiona said, "What about you? I remember your house is not near here."

"Oh! I'm here to visit a friend of mine," Toland pointed vaguely with his thumb in one direction, he stared at Fiona for a few seconds, and suddenly grinned, "Let's have lunch together? My friend mentioned it to me There's a nice restaurant nearby."

Fiona raised her eyebrows, but she didn't refuse, "OK."

They came to the Italian restaurant in no time.

While waiting, Toland suddenly asked, "There is something I've always been curious about."

"what?"

"Why did you choose me in the first place?" Toland said. "I mean—I don't have high qualifications. You must have many better choices."

"I looked at your file." Fiona said calmly, "My gut tells me you'd be a good fit for the job."

"intuition?"

"Hmm... It's not accurate to say that the intuition is accurate." Fiona said, "I saw that you were involved in solving the methamphetamine case. I read the entire file of that case, and after reading it, I knew that you were the one I was looking for. that person."

Toland suddenly smiled, and he nodded, "Okay, thank you."

"Speaking of qualifications, I haven't worked for a long time." Fiona smiled helplessly.

"You are qualified enough for your job." Toland said decisively, "So it shows that seniority doesn't mean everything." At this time, the waiter brought the first course.

"So, tell me," Toland asked as he drizzled his salad, "why did you choose to be a cop?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I've read your profile too," Toland said. "Oh, sorry, I just wanted to get to know my new boss before I take over—you know what I mean."

"I see."

"I was just trying to say, you were studying law, right? And then you left school suddenly and were out of work for a long time - I'm sorry if that offends you."

"It's okay." Fiona said flatly, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.The two of them are not friends, just colleagues, so she doesn't like him talking about her private affairs-even if those things belonged to the original fionamars, they have nothing to do with her now.

"So why do you want to enroll in the police academy all of a sudden?" Toland asked, "And the most surprising thing is that you are doing very well." He stirred the salad and chuckled, "Honestly, it's very frustrating." I feel very curious, and also a little envious. I just thought, there are really some people who are naturally suitable for this kind of work."

"Maybe." Fiona smiled. "Don't talk about me, what about you? Why did you choose this job? I remember you used to work for the Drug Enforcement Administration."

"I used to have a brother." Toland replied.

"once?"

"He died a few years ago." Toland replied, looking calmly into Fiona's eyes. "He injected a lot of heroin before he died, and finally choked on his own vomit in his sleep."

"Oh! I'm so sorry," Fiona said immediately.

"It's okay, actually, I'm not very close to him," Toland said, "I'm half-brothers with him. My dad is a judge, and he taught me something from a young age, which is about justice and the law. Son, so I wanted to be a policeman when I was very young."

"Sounds pretty good."

"But you don't know until you become a police officer. Sometimes justice is just bullshit lying to children." Toland said with a smile, "We can only do our jobs well, and then receive wages to support our families. It's as simple as that .”

Then, they shifted the topic to work.

After lunch, Toland offered to give Fiona a ride.

But Fiona's cell phone rang suddenly.

Caller ID is spencerreid. Fiona answered the phone immediately.

"Hi, Fiona," Reid said.His voice was particularly hoarse, and it sounded like his cold symptoms were getting worse, but his tone was quite pleasant.

"—Spencer." Fiona couldn't help smiling, "What's wrong?"

"Are you free tomorrow?" Reid asked.

"Yes, I'm free tomorrow." Fiona said.

"It's my mother." Reid paused, and a few seconds later a dull sneeze came from the phone.

"Are you okay?" Fiona asked with concern.

Reid replied hoarsely, "Oh, it's okay. Sorry." He cleared his throat, "I mean, I was going to visit my mom tomorrow. But she called and told me to take you there. She seemed to want to see you so much you."

"Of course." Fiona replied without hesitation, "I remember the location of that nursing home. I can go directly to meet you tomorrow. I'll book a ticket later."

"Fiona." Reid called her name hoarsely.

"Ok?"

"Thank you, really," he whispered.

Fiona smiled, "Don't say thanks. It's not for you, it's for your mother. I like her a lot."

Reid also chuckled lightly.

"See you tomorrow, then," he said.

After hanging up the phone, Fiona realized that Toland had been staring at her intently.

"The young agent from Bau?" Toland laughed.

"Yes." Fiona said.

"He's nice and cute." Toland nodded.

--cute?The adjective stunned Fiona.

"Oh, sorry—" Fiona hesitated, "I didn't know you were—"

Toland interrupted her and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm gay. Didn't you see that?"

"No." Fiona said honestly, "Well, you do look different from other gays I've met."

Toland smiled and shrugged.

"So are you sure you don't need me to give you a ride? My car is parked nearby."

"No need. My family lives next door." Fiona declined, "Thank you anyway."

Toland didn't force it.After saying goodbye to her, he turned and strode away.

After parting from Toland, the first thing Fiona did was to book a plane ticket for the next day.She and Reid agreed to meet at the Bennington Nursing Home at ten o'clock in the morning.

In the evening, she took a hot bath, then piled oranges, potato chips, popcorn and other snacks on the coffee table, and decided to pass the whole night like this.Near midnight, she had eaten the last pack of snacks and was beginning to fall asleep when she heard someone knocking desperately on the door of her house.

She was suddenly wide awake.She quickly walked over to open the door, only to see her neighbor Harry Broomfield standing at the door panting for breath with a pale face.He was a young man still in college, handsome and well-connected. Fiona can often faintly hear laughter and rock music from next door.But at this moment, the young man's face was full of fear, as if he was frightened by something.

"You're a policeman, aren't you, Miss Mars?" he said hoarsely. "I just—oh my god—I went to Ashley's just now and I saw—I saw—" He choked up suddenly, Speechless, one hand over his head, "Oh my God—"

"Calm down, Mr. Broomfield," Fiona said, frowning. "Now take a deep breath—look me in the eyes, and take a deep breath."

Broomfiel took a deep breath, and his expression became a little calmer.

"Yes that's right, that's it," Fiona said, "Now tell me, what happened?"

"I think she's dead," Broomfield choked out. "You should come and see for yourself."

She followed Broomfield to the door of an apartment that belonged to her other neighbor, a single woman, but Fiona couldn't quite remember her name.

"I don't want to go in there anymore," Broomfield said fearfully.

"It's okay, wait here, Mr. Broomfield." Fiona said softly, she drew her gun, and opened the door carefully.

Before she entered the door, she smelled a strong smell of rust coming from the door.She immediately raised her vigilance and raised her pistol.

As soon as she turned into the living room, she immediately saw the scene that so frightened Broomfield.

A woman in a dress was lying on the bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling.The white dress on her body was completely soaked in blood, her stomach was brutally stabbed numerous times, and even her intestines were exposed.

A line of words was written in blood on the white wall above the bed: She deserved what she deserved.

Early the next morning, Fiona received a call from Reid.

"I received your voice message." Reid asked hoarsely, "What happened?"

"Murder," Fiona said wearily, "—it happened right above my house, can you believe it?"

"Are you all right? You sound limp."

"I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well last night." Fiona paused, "Sorry, Spencer, it looks like I won't be able to make it to the nursing home today. Say hello to your mom for me and tell her I'm sorry, ok ?"

"No problem." Reid replied immediately, "...keep in touch, okay?"

At this time, Fiona saw Sarah gestured to her across the desk to let her go.

"Sorry, I have to go." Fiona said hurriedly, and then hung up the phone.

Fiona had already investigated the information about the deceased.Her name is Ashleymore, she's an accountant, and she works for an Internet company in Atlanta.Unmarried and childless, her parents live in downtown Savannah.

Broomfield seemed to have a good relationship with the deceased.According to him, Ashley is a nice person and often bakes cupcakes or chicken and pea pies for him and his friends.Last night, he clearly saw that her window was lit, but there was no answer after knocking on the door, so he opened the door directly with the key.

"So you have an unusual relationship," Fiona said, "—since you have the key to her apartment."

Broomfield suddenly looked embarrassed.

"I had a relationship with her," he whispered. "Don't tell anyone, okay? I heard that Ashley is engaged to her boyfriend. I don't want to ruin her name after she dies."

"Do you know her fiancé's name?"

"I only know one name, not his last name." He rubbed his temples and said painfully, "Ashley doesn't mention him very much...well, I think his name seems to be Shawn."

Near lunch time, a female detective came in hurriedly.She belongs to another group and can often meet with people from Fiona's group in the office building.

"Hey, are you guys having a tough case this time?" she asked with a smile.

"Why do you ask?" Fiona looked up at her.

"Didn't you invite people from the FBI to assist you?" She said, and then pointed to the direction behind her. "There was an FBI agent standing at the door. He said he was here to see Agent Mars."

Hearing this sentence, Fiona immediately guessed who it was.

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