tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Two years ago, Las Vegas.

This cheap motel looks like it has seen better days, it's on the edge of a slum area and fionamars wouldn't be here if they hadn't been forced to.

But she has to come here to meet someone today.

She deliberately chose a very low-key outfit, she didn't want to draw attention to herself.She had heard that there was a lot of vicious crime like robbery in this area.

She bypassed the front desk directly and walked up to the second floor of the motel.She stopped at the door of room 209, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

A young girl with disheveled hair and a haggard expression opened the door for her.She was slender, with a pointed chin, which accentuated her large dark eyes.Her hair was highlighted a bright bright blue, she still had studs on her nose, and her smoky makeup was a little smudged.

"fiona?" the girl frowned, "what are you doing here?"

"I need to see you," Fiona said.

The girl subconsciously closed the door from behind, and said coldly: "Now is not the time."

Fiona smelled marijuana coming from the door.

"You started smoking weed again?" Fiona raised an eyebrow.

The girl tiptoed anxiously, "It has nothing to do with you."

Fiona pushed the girl away involuntarily.

"Damn it, Fiona!" the girl cursed, "—what are you doing?"

As soon as Fiona broke through the door, she saw a young woman in a bathrobe sitting on a sofa chair and puffing.She has long, shaggy brown curly hair and is tall and beautiful.

"Hi." The woman greeted Fiona with a smile.

"Who is this?" Fiona turned her head and stared at the girl.

"It's none of your business!" the girl yelled angrily, "Get out, Fiona!"

"Listen, Trent, I'm sorry—" Fiona said quickly, "Alex and I both drank too much that day, I never thought that would happen. I regret it so much after that—"

"Oh, don't talk nonsense." Trent held out his hand to Fiona.

Fiona frowned and looked at the hand she extended, "What?"

"I need some money," Trent said. "I haven't paid for a hotel in days. Do you want me to sleep on the street?"

Fiona took a deep breath, "I can't give you money."

"Why?" Trent exclaimed dissatisfied, "Well, look, this is what you call caring!"

"Giving you money so you can keep buying marijuana and drugs?" Fiona raged.

Trent sneered harshly, "Don't make it sound like you're some kind of saint—we all know you used to be like me. Don't you remember where we met?"

"I remember you said that your brother gave you three thousand dollars not long ago." Fiona suddenly recalled this incident, "Could it be that you ran out of money so soon?"

"So what, everyone knows that prices are ridiculously high now - deflation or something." Trent shook his hand impatiently.

"—you're probably talking about inflation, my dear," said the woman suddenly.

Only then did Fiona realize the existence of that woman.

"Hi, I probably haven't introduced myself to you yet." The woman stood up and snuffed out the cigarette gracefully. "My name is Stacey Giles and I'm Trent's friend."

As she spoke, she held out her hand to Fiona.Her nails are painted a gorgeous rose red and are very beautifully cared for.

"Friend?" Fiona looked at her vigilantly, with strong suspicion in her tone.This woman is obviously wearing a new season dress from Versace. Why does a rich person like her know Trent?

"You should go." Trent said suddenly and coldly, she grabbed Fiona's arm and forcibly led her out of the room.

Fiona looked at Trent, she suddenly felt soft-hearted.In any case, the slender girl standing before her had accompanied her through the darkest period.They used to be so close that they almost talked about everything. At that time, Fiona completely regarded her as her own sister.

If that accident hadn't happened... Every time I think about that night, Fiona feels terribly regretful.

"Where did you meet that woman?" Fiona asked.

"I said it has nothing to do with you." Trent said impatiently, "I met her in a club."

"Club? What club?" Fiona asked immediately.

"Oh, do you really want to get to the bottom of something?" Trent pushed Fiona, "Go back quickly! Leave my business alone!"

"I thought we were friends." Fiona said softly, "You should understand that I really care about you."

"We used to be friends." Trent said coldly, "Now—we are enemies."

It's [-]:[-] p.m., and Fiona and Reid are back at her apartment in Atlanta.

Reid took a hot shower and fell asleep within a minute after falling on the bed.He slept soundly, like a baby.His steady breathing kept blowing his hair up, looking a little funny.

But Fiona couldn't sleep at all, maybe because too many things happened during the day, or because she drank too much coffee in the afternoon.

Fiona stared down at Reid for a moment, then fiddled with her phone idly in the dark.

Suddenly, a text message from an unknown number popped up.

"Does your little boyfriend know you're a liar?" the text read.

Fiona's heart clenched.She subconsciously glanced at Reid who was sleeping soundly.

—Maybe she really is a liar.

But the hidden meaning of this text message is definitely not what she just thought of, because it is impossible for anyone to know her secret.

So what exactly is this text message about?

The next morning, Fiona handed her mobile phone to Garcia who was on standby at the police station early.

"Can you help me find out who sent this text message?"

"No problem, beauty." Garcia said with a smile, "give me a few minutes."

She moved her fingers and got busy in front of the computer.

Two minutes later, she told Fiona the sad news.

"This number is fake, it doesn't exist at all." Garcia tapped the keyboard quickly and said, "I guess the other party should have modified some fields of invite in the sip/sipi layer protocol, defining the original phone number as random Number--"

Fiona found her tone very much like Reid.

"Speak in English." Fiona couldn't help interrupting her, "Please tell me directly, can you find out who the sender is?"

"It's hard, but I can try my best," Garcia said, "but it will take a long time."

"It's okay, I can wait." Fiona patted Garcia's shoulder, "Looks like I owe you another favor, I'll remember it. Thank you."

"Oh, don't be polite to me." Garcia laughed.

"By the way, did you find anything from that list?"

"Unfortunately, not yet." Garcia sighed and said, "Do you know that most of them are fake names? I'm just a technician, not a god, and I can't do anything about it."

Fiona yawned and poured herself a strong cup of coffee.

"Did you not sleep well last night?" Agent Rossi's voice suddenly came from behind her.

Fiona was so startled that she almost spilled the coffee in her hand.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Rossi said.

"It's okay." Fiona said quickly.

Rossi paused for a moment, "I just chatted with Reid, and he seemed a little worried about you."

"Worried about me? Worried about what?" Fiona asked in surprise.

"He's been refusing to talk to us about what happened yesterday when you were in therapy." Rossi said, looking into Fiona's eyes. "He's not a kid who's good at lying. I can see what he's worried about. It happened yesterday." what?"

"Nothing special." Fiona shrugged and said, "Thank you for your concern, Agent Rossi, I will have a good talk with Spencer."

"Okay." Rossi nodded calmly, turned and left.

At this time, Reid walked quickly to Fiona's side, "Hey, Garcia said she found something."

"I'm going over here."

"What did rpssi talk to you about just now?" Reid asked curiously.

"Oh." Fiona didn't want to discuss that topic yet, "It's nothing special, just chatting."

Reid didn't seem suspicious.

Garcia waved at them and called, "Guys, come on."

"What did you find?" Fiona asked.

"I found out that the number was sent through a small switchboard I built," Garcia said. "This way, the calling number can be changed arbitrarily, and I was able to track him down after I found out."

"great."

"It's even better," Garcia said. "Then as long as I do this—" she tapped on the keyboard quickly, "I'll track down his geographic location."

"Oh, you are a goddess, Miss Garcia." Fiona said with a smile.

"Without a doubt." Garcia said triumphantly, and she suddenly stopped what she was doing.

"What's wrong?" Reid asked.

"Get ready to be surprised," Garcia turned to look at them. "We went to this address just yesterday."

Fiona stared at the address Garcia had just looked up.

"Oh, damn it." She cursed softly.That was the residential area she arrived at yesterday when she followed Dr. Austin.

Afterwards, Fiona called her subordinate Alick, and got into the police car with Reid.

They came directly to the vicinity of the house from yesterday.

"Hold your guns." Fiona reminded in a low voice.

Fiona stood at the door holding the pistol tightly, and exchanged glances with Alick who was standing opposite her.

"Police, open the door!" Alick yelled.

It took a while for the door to open.

Yesterday the young man had appeared at the door, still in his baggy striped pajamas.He stared at them in shock, "What the hell—"

"Police, we're going to search your house, Mr. Murphy," Fiona said.

Murphy froze for a moment, then turned around and fled towards the back door, but accidentally tripped over an umbrella stand in the corner and fell to the ground.

— Well, the gun is out of use. Fiona thought helplessly, and at the same time walked over quickly, cuffing Murphy's wrists firmly.

"God, you're so stupid," she laughed sarcastically, "like that doctor friend of yours."

The author has something to say: reid: Author...why did you make me fall asleep so fast, (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻It's not fair!

In addition, regarding the phone number, it is a [mistake] made up by a stupid author himself, which has no scientific basis, please ignore it. .