tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

In order to cooperate with the investigation of the case, Fiona returned to Las Vegas again.It suddenly occurred to her that if the case was not resolved as soon as possible, she might not be able to spend Thanksgiving with Reid's mother in time.

Not long after she and Reid arrived at the Las Vegas police station, the rest of the bau team arrived.

A plump young woman in a bright yellow knit jacket and a floral dress has been standing behind Hotch smiling and looking at Fiona.

She wore a pair of exaggerated yellow tassel earrings in her ears and an ornate necklace of wooden beads around her neck.The dress full of personality made Fiona guess her identity almost at a glance.

"You must be Miss Garcia." Fiona told her.

"Oh, you know me!" She exclaimed in surprise, "I know you too. Reid has shown me your picture." She shook hands with Fiona warmly, stared at Fiona unabashedly, and then Turning to reid with a smile, she said, "She's much prettier than in the picture—you lucky kid!"

Fiona couldn't help laughing.

"You have no idea how much I appreciate you." Fiona said to Hotch, holding out her hand.

When she said this, she meant it from the bottom of her heart. She didn't expect that the people from the bau team would actually take over the case, and even made a trip there in person.

"You're welcome." Hotch said calmly, and shook Fiona's hand briefly.

"Reid seldom asks us for help." Jennifer smiled, "so we are glad to be able to help you."

——reid asked them for help?

Fiona immediately looked at Reid who was standing next to Jennifer.And Reid pursed his lips slightly, showing her a typical "Reid-like" smile that was slightly shy.

Fiona admits she was touched.

"...Thank you." She looked at Reid and said softly.

"I've heard about the specific situation from Reid." Hotch said to Fiona straight to the point, "Can you tell us when you started receiving those roses?"

"The first time was when I was in the hospital," recalls Fiona.

She told them when and where she had received roses three times.

"The fourth time was an envelope with red rose petals and a photo," she concluded.

"This matter sounds very suspicious." Jennifer said, "In fact, this is why we decided to take over this case."

Reid answered from the side: "The person who gave you the roses must have known you and Trent at the same time. And the letter he sent you was probably to remind you of Trent's death, or out of guilt."

"You mean that person is likely to be the real murderer?" Fiona asked.

Reid opened his mouth and hesitated.But Hotch was the first to say, "We don't know yet. So this needs your help, Agent Mars."

Fiona immediately said: "No problem, what do you need me to do?"

"How much can you remember about the deceased Trent Stewart?" the man standing next to Hotch suddenly asked.

"I don't remember at all." Fiona shrugged her shoulders helplessly, "I'm sorry I can't help you."

"Don't remember at all?" Man looked suspicious.

"Yes. Since the accident more than a year ago, I have lost more than half of my memory."

"Have you considered psychotherapy?" Agent Rossi said gravely. "It would be of great help to us if you could recall what happened to Stewart."

Fiona's heart skipped a beat immediately.She knew there was no way to help her retrieve memories that weren't hers.

"You mean something like hypnotism?"

"Almost." Rossi said, staring at her intently.

Fiona suddenly felt a little guilty for no reason. Rossi's gaze seemed to have a penetrating power, which reminded her immediately of Agent Gideon who had left.

"I'll try it," she said.

"I have an acquaintance, he is a very good psychotherapist." Rossi said, he took out a business card from his jacket pocket and handed it to Fiona, it seemed that he had come prepared earlier.

Fiona had no choice but to take it.

"He lives in Las Vegas, you can call him and tell him I introduced you," Rossi said, "He will welcome you very much."

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

"I'll go with you," Reid said.

"Okay. I'll go this afternoon." Fiona replied flatly.

She knew she couldn't escape this one.Although it sounds like Rossi is just suggesting that she go to psychotherapy, in fact she knows that this is what she has to do.

She could see the inquiry and wariness in Agent Rossi's eyes, and they hadn't quite crossed her off the list of suspects yet.It couldn't be their fault, because even Fiona herself wasn't [-]% sure that she had actually murdered Trent Stewart - of course, the idea would never let anyone know.

In the afternoon, they met with the psychotherapist as agreed over the phone.

It was a female psychotherapist who looked about the same age as Reid's mother.She has a slightly plump figure, a round face, light makeup, and a very gentle tone.Her name is soniasmedley.

"So how can I help you?" she said with a smile.

"I think..." Fiona glanced at Reid subconsciously, "restore some incomplete memories."

She told the female therapist about her amnesia.

"I need to recall a specific person," Fiona said, "a girl who died two years ago."

"Oh, Miss Mars," Smedley said, "you must know that the memories awakened through hypnosis are sometimes inaccurate."

"I understand, it's like a profile, it can only be used as a reference." Fiona replied immediately, "But it doesn't matter, I still want to try."

Smedley readily agreed.

Immediately afterwards, she let Fiona lie down on the sofa. The sofa in Smedley's office was very comfortable, and Fiona relaxed quickly.

Fiona followed the instructions of Smedley's voice and began to recall what happened two years ago.

At first everything seemed very peaceful. Fiona was lying on the sofa with a natural expression and steady breathing.She is gradually entering a hypnotic state.

"Try to recall a name now," the therapist said softly, each syllable distinct, "trent...trentstewart. Do you recall anything?"

"...nothing." Fiona murmured, "I don't know her."

Smedley is not discouraged.She started trying to get Fiona to recall what happened two years ago, trying to help her get her memories back before that event.

"Imagine the time before all that happened ... you were in your own home and you felt very safe. Tell me, what were you doing?"

"...I'm sitting on the couch...watching TV."

"Fine. What are you looking at?"

"...a boring cartoon show for children." Fiona's brows were furrowed, "...my cell phone rang."

"Who called?"

"Jeff Martin."

"Who is he?"

Fiona paused, "...my partner."

Reid, who had been watching from the side, suddenly showed a confused expression.But he couldn't make a sound, because Smeley said before the hypnosis started, he was not allowed to make any sound.

"What's your partner?"

"Scotland Yard's partner."

"Okay," Smedley said. "You answered the phone, what did he say to you?"

"He said...there was a new victim," Fiona murmured. "It was a 17-year-old girl...she was found in a warehouse, hanging upside down."

From this sentence, Fiona's accent began to change significantly.She no longer speaks with that mellow American accent, but a distinctly British accent.

"And then? What did you do?" Smedley said quietly, as if not paying attention to Fiona's change in accent.

"I left there." Fiona said hoarsely, "I got in the car and drove to that warehouse...many people had already arrived. Jeff came over...his expression was serious..."

Suddenly, Fiona's whole body trembled.

"No...don't—" There was a choke in her throat, "don't go in."

"Why don't you go in?"

"Don't go into that warehouse." She clutched the sofa cushions under her body, breathing heavily, "Don't go in! Don't go in there! Oh, no-no-"

Smedley woke Fiona out of hypnosis just in time.

Fiona opened her eyes panting.She turned her head to see Reid looking at her with a confused expression.

"Oh, that sucks," she murmured, barely moving her lips.

"It sounds like you've been in England, Miss Mars." Smedley looked down at the file in her hand and said, "But you didn't write that in the file you just gave me." She looked up in confusion, "You work in Scotland Yard Have you been, Miss Mars?"

Fiona sat up from the sofa and said quickly, "Absolutely not, and I don't know what happened. Sorry... I don't think it will work. I can't think of anything about that girl."

As soon as he stepped over the threshold of Smedley's office, Reid couldn't help but asked, "What happened just now, Fiona?"

"Probably I confused the plot of the movie with my memory. Sounds stupid, doesn't it?" Fiona twitched her lips in a smirk.

"No, your behavior just now is not at all like recalling the plot of a movie." Reid whispered, "...your emotions are very real, as if you have experienced it yourself."

Fiona slowed down, "Spencer, you should know that I've never been to England. I went to Cal after high school and I went to Atlanta after I was in Las Vegas. You should see My file, I never left the United States at all. I don't know what happened to that memory just now."

"Sometimes people recall some false memories during hypnosis." Reid frowned and said quickly, "But your performance is too unusual. You just looked like you were frightened by something—" He He turned his head and stared at Fiona, and asked with interest, "What happened in the end? Why did you say you couldn't enter that warehouse?"

"There was an explosion there," Fiona replied succinctly. "Classic cop movie plot. Like I said, I must have taken the movie plot as my own memory."

Reid didn't continue to ask the bottom line, but he fell into a brief silence, as if he was thinking about something. Fiona knew he hadn't fully believed what she said.

"Spencer." Fiona stopped in front of the car door, took a deep breath and looked at Reid, "I know what happened just now is weird, but I will explain it to you later. Anyway, don't tell Rossi about this ’ she sighed, “…I don’t want them to think I’m crazy or something, you know what I mean.”

A moment of surprise appeared on Reid's face.

"Of course, no problem," he said.

On the way back to the police station, Reid seemed a little restless.He kept his head down and fiddled with his phone, occasionally raising his head to glance at Fiona who was driving.

"So those memories are real?" Reid finally couldn't help asking.

"Spencer." Fiona called his name helplessly, "You just promised me."

Reid pursed his lips quickly, "I'm sorry... I couldn't help it." He moved his eyes away from Fiona and stared at a Chinese knot hanging in the car - this car was heading to Las Vegas People from the police station borrowed it.

When the car stopped at a red light, Fiona suddenly changed her mind.

She realized that she couldn't wait to share her secret with someone-and that person was Reid.

She wanted him to know that she wasn't the real fionamars, she wanted to introduce emilytsui, who she really was, to him.She suddenly realized that this longing had been buried in her heart for a long time.

"Spencer."

Reid immediately turned to look at her.

"...do you believe in souls?" she asked, turning her head to look at Reid.

Reid raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little confused.But he still answered her question seriously.

"Many scientists don't believe in the existence of the soul. But countless people have done experiments and claimed that they have proved the reality of the soul, but they can't come up with convincing evidence."

The more he spoke, the more vigorously he spoke, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster.

"There are still some people who try to use quantum theory to explain the existence of the human soul, but this is completely different from the ideology that is out of control in the traditional sense. They believe that after the human heart stops beating, the quantum information stored in the brain is destroyed. Dispersed, distributed throughout the universe, and when he comes back from the dead, he will have a complete 'near-death experience'. But this is only a religious theory, and it is far from being proven."

Fiona was so distracted by his tirade that she almost forgot her original intention.

"Uh... so what's your conclusion?"

"So I can't say whether I believe in the soul, I can only tell you that I can't completely veto it." Reid replied very cautiously.

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