tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Without any knowledge of profiling, everyone on the bau team knew that Dr. Spencerreid was in a state of anxiety and suffering.

Not long ago, they just got the news.Pakistani terrorists intercepted the FBI's special bus. They detonated the bomb hidden in the sewer pipe, then surrounded the vehicle, and fired with machine guns for half a minute.Two of the terrorists were killed on the spot. When the final count was made, they found that the terrorists had kidnapped two FBI agents, and one of them was Fiona.

Reid didn't sleep a wink all night last night.He sat motionless in his chair, clutching his phone tightly in one hand, staring down at his asymmetrical socks.He has been seeking information about this time through various channels, and Gacia is also helping him to obtain information through legal or illegal channels.And so far, the terrorists have made no demands.

Team leader Hotch allowed him to stay at the police station until the news. The people in the bau team can understand Reid's mood, but they can't help, unless they receive special orders, their powers can't intervene in transnational terrorist attacks.Also, the fbi has sent a special ops team to deal with this.

The bau team still has a murder case at hand, and the murder investigation has just hit a bottleneck.There are no new clues, and the profile is not detailed enough.But Hotch still agreed to give Reid a vacation so that he could not go out to work temporarily, because he knew that Reid could no longer devote himself to the case.

His fiancée's life hangs by a thread half a world away.However, besides sitting here and waiting for news, Reid can do nothing.After realizing this, Reid felt even more restless.Although hotch gave him a break, he didn't get any rest.His brain was thinking about the terrorist attack and everything about Fiona all the time.His dark circles became more pronounced, leaving him so gaunt after just one night.

At noon, when the team members returned to the police station, they found Reid still sitting in the conference room.He stared intently at the TV, waiting for new news that might appear in the news at any time.

"I heard he proposed to Fiona." Emily said, frowning. "Poor Reid. He must be worried as hell."

"I heard some news from my friends in the Ministry of Justice." Man said, "Many of them feel that the success rate of this hostage rescue operation is very small, because the kidnappers have not made any demands so far."

"Oh," Emily sighed, "Reid must not know about this."

"Don't forget that he is a genius Dr. Reid, he knows this better than anyone else." Man said in a low voice, he looked at Reid who was sitting upright through the glass, "...I guess he must have figured it out by now."

Reid is silently waiting for Garcia to call.

"Coffee?" A hand offered him a steaming cup of drink.

— it's Agent Rossi.

Reid took it, but he didn't drink it.His lips were pursed into a straight line, and one hand kept opening and closing the cover of his phone.He likes to use small gestures to cover up his uneasiness, and at this moment he is more restless than ever.

Rossi sat down beside him.

"She'll be fine," Rossi said.

"Eighteen hours and forty minutes." Reid said suddenly.

Rossi turned to look at him.

"They took her for eighteen hours, four and 10 minutes." Reid said bluntly, while one of his legs began to shake impatiently, "Do you know the probability of being rescued if the hostage is held for more than twelve hours? ?”

"I don't care about the data." Rossi said calmly, "I trust Fiona, she is a strong and resolute woman, and she is well-trained. She will definitely find a way to survive. I think you should know this better than me. "

Reid finally looked up at Rossi. Rossi noticed that the young man's dark brown eyes were bloodshot.

"I should have stopped her." He licked his dry lips. "I never trust my intuition, but this time is different. I had a premonition from the beginning." He snapped the phone cover again, hoarse Repeatedly: "—I should have stopped her then."

"You shouldn't blame yourself like that. It's not your fault."

"I know."

He was silent for a moment.

"But I can't do anything right now," he said. "I just sit here and wait for the news. I can't do anything else. I can't help her. The data ... the terrorist attacks and the hostage-taking. The data is blowing my brain out."

As he spoke, his speech speed began to be surprisingly fast, and his tone became more and more excited.

"I've been calculating the odds that she'll be freed—trust me, the odds have plummeted a few hours ago. I know there's no point in doing this—" He inserted a hand into the already disheveled In hair, "But I just can't stop myself from thinking about that."

"You need something to eat," Rossi said. "You haven't eaten all day. You're going to break down before she gets rescued. I see a taco stand across the street. You Why don't you go for a walk with me and get some tacos?"

Reid shook his head.

"I don't have an appetite," he said, when his cell phone rang, and the caller ID was Garcia.

Garcia told Reid that she had hacked into the Indian police database and found the surveillance video at the entrance of a shop at the intersection at the time of the incident.

"I've sent you the video," she said.

Reid couldn't wait to turn on the computer, and received the video recording Garcia sent him.

The video showed the explosion overturning the front bus. The second bus that Fiona was on was not affected.But soon, a jeep rushed over from behind.The men in the jeep opened fire on the bus with an old-fashioned machine gun.Others fired at the bus sporadically with pistols.

However, it was clear that the terrorists were losing the fight, and one of them was killed, while the people in the car seemed to have no casualties.So they quickly changed the way of fighting.They put on gas masks and released what looked like hypnotic gas into the car.

After 1 minute, they got off the car carefully and approached the bus slowly.This time no one continued to shoot at them.

Soon, they dragged several people from the car.

Reid stared at one of the women with short blonde hair.

She didn't appear to be completely unconscious, but looked very weak.They took her by the arm, groped her all over, and confiscated the dagger and spare pistol she had hidden on her body.

Later, the gangsters dragged Fiona and another guy who was not completely unconscious into the car.They drove away in the jeep, and the police car arrived shortly afterwards.What follows is the scene of ambulances and police cars completely surrounding the scene.

Emily silently put her hand on Reid's shoulder in comfort.

Reid started to rewind the video and watched it several times.He kept raising doubts that appeared in the video, such as where the guy who stopped the bus went, and how those people knew the fbi's itinerary.

"Reid," Hotch said suddenly, "I know you're worried about Fiona, but this isn't our case. We have limited information, and they won't let us get involved."

"Of course I know." Reid whispered, "...but I don't know what else I can do now."

Hotch and Rossi looked at each other silently.Of course they can understand Reid's mood, and they know that any words of comfort are futile now.Only seeing Fiona return safely can Reid really feel at ease.

"Leave him alone for a while." Rossi mouthed.

They left the conference room, leaving Reid alone to watch over and over again the blurry video of the unrecognizable face.

When watching the video for the tenth time, Reid said to Emily who opened the door and walked into the meeting room: "I don't think they are terrorists."

Emily asked in surprise, "What?"

"Look here, the guy who pulled over their car," Reid said, pointing at the guy. "He could have waited until the first car was in range of the blast to stop them, but he did it earlier."

Emily immediately understood what Reid meant, "Is he trying to warn them?"

She pressed the play button to watch the part of the shootout again.

"If you look closely, these people don't seem to have any special training. These shootouts look more like gang fights," she said. "Without hypnosis gas, they could not have captured the bus."

"And here, before they brought Fiona into the car, these people obviously had an argument." Reid pointed to the screen and said, "Maybe taking Fiona and the others away was not their original plan."

"This can also explain why they didn't make any demands." Emily said, "Their purpose is not to take hostages, so what do they want to do?"

"I don't know." Reid whispered, "I can get too little information."

After he finished speaking, he dragged the progress bar to the very beginning again and started watching the video again.

Fiona fell on the ground of the jeep. The air conditioner was not turned on in the jeep, and the sultry air mixed with sweat made her almost suffocate.Her mouth was sealed with duct tape, and she was unable to exert any strength. Her wrists and ankles were bound with duct tape.

"Fools!" she heard a man with an Indian accent yell from outside the car. "I've said it hundreds of times—the delivery truck is a yellow bus! Yellow! Are you colorblind or blind?"

"But it's yellow," answered a young man's voice hesitantly.

"It's orange!" the first person yelled. "I sent someone over to stop that car! You blew the bomb anyway! How stupid are you guys?!"

"I received your signal, but that guy Akshay made his own way." Another middle-aged man's voice said.

"Damn, I knew that stupid pig did it." The first person said violently, "If it wasn't for the fact that he is aishwarya's younger brother, I would have kicked him out a long time ago."

"But what should we do now?" said a neutral male voice.His voice was thinner than ordinary people, and it was harsh and unpleasant.

"Looks like we're in serious trouble," said a low, hoarse voice that Fiona had to distinguish carefully to hear him.

The first man cursed, "Who would have thought that this fucking bus belonged to the FBI? Are you sure the documents found on that woman are real?"

"Should be real," said the man with a thin voice, "exactly like what I saw in the X-Men."

"What should we do now? We can't always keep that female agent with us." The low voice said, "You've read the news too, and now the FBI is looking for them. They thought it was done by Pakistani terrorists."

"We'll bury the other body first, and then we'll deal with her," said the first man, who seemed to be the leader of the gang.

"But what about those people in Thottumkal? Now they probably know that we are going to rob them of their goods." The man with a high-pitched voice sounded worried, "It will be bad if they retaliate against us."

"Hmph, they won't do it yet." The leader said coldly, "If they are smart enough, they should wait to avoid the limelight just like us."

The author has something to say:

I admit I've been watching a bit too much comedy lately...

The names of Indians are a little tangled, so I searched for a few~