[Master Criminal Minds] When the Secret Service meets the FBI

In Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in a back alley of a less-traveled street, Reid squinted his eyes, watching Morgan, who was wearing sunglasses, pick up the yellow cordon, and got into it annoyedly—he forgot to wear sunglasses, and for this It is really not suitable for the sunshine period with strong ultraviolet rays.

"It's terrible." He looked at Morgan and cursed in a low voice, and looked around.

There are messy wooden boxes, wooden frames, and discarded furniture everywhere. There is a pile of messy waste beside the black trash can, and there is obviously a pool of dried blood next to it.

He followed Morgan to the depths of the alley, where the victims were first subdued.

"So the unknown suspect subdued Sam first, and then dragged him over there." Morgan checked the photo in his hand, and pointed at the wooden box he just passed.

Sam, was the name of one of the victims.

Rhett looked at the still messy scene and nodded - indeed, this would explain how he dealt with two people at the same time.

"He knocked down Sam first, and Bruce passed by..." Reid stretched out his hand, signaling the direction of the unknown suspect's behavior.

After thinking about it, he showed a puzzled expression, put his hands on his hips, and looked at Morgan, "His actions are very rational and very organized." Then Reid frowned and overturned his previous theory: "The murderer did not have a mental breakdown , he knew what he was doing. His anger was clearly directed at the two victims."

Reid looked at the crime scene again, trying to find other clues, and suddenly found that the cordon in the distance was pulled up, and several acquaintances came over.

"Why...they...here..." He murmured anxiously, which also attracted Morgan's attention.

Although he was a little concerned about Rhett walking forward and calmly pulling away a girl who was also uncomfortable, Morgan did not make fun of the two of them—this is obviously not the time for teasing, he looked at the alley The two people who seemed to be talking at the end turned to look seriously at the man and woman in front of them.

"Secret Service agent, what are you doing here?"

The moment Faye saw Rhett, she felt as uncomfortable as a needle prick all over her body, and she even wondered whether she had committed a mentally handicapped mistake under his sight.

But when she got closer, she also saw the same reddish cheeks and erratic eyes of the boy, and immediately felt a lot of relief - it was better for two people to be embarrassed at the same time, than for her to be shy alone.

So she obediently allowed herself to be pulled away by the boy, although the opponent's force was already light enough.

If...not counting her stiff walking posture, deliberately straight back, and double faces with rising temperature, it is still natural to get along with each other?

It wasn't until she saw the boy pulling her awkwardly to the end of the alley that she was about to get out of the sight of others, that Faye struggled symbolically twice because of her inexplicable concern and shyness—if she had anything to say, she was still in the Here it is.

"Hey, let go...let go!"

In fact, the soft voice is more like being coquettish.

"Uh... that night... I... I'm sorry... that..." Unexpectedly, the other party would directly cut into the topic as soon as he opened his mouth. Faye took a breath, and quickly glanced at the face of the boy who was much taller than her—as expected, his gaze was flickering , The state of red clouds flying all over the sky.

She quickly lowered her head, avoiding Rhett's subconscious gaze, looked at the trash can not far away, and spoke quickly: "No, no, it was just an accident. We all know it, so don't mention it again!"

It's so embarrassing!

Faye tried her best to suppress her urge to turn around and run away, pretending to be indifferent, and wanted to say something serious to dilute the embarrassing atmosphere at this moment.

"Mrs. F told me that she has seen you and mentioned it to you, so you don't need to hide the collection from you. But it's only for you, and you can't tell others."

She recalled the embarrassment that she almost threw Xiaofa out when she opened Xiaofa and saw Mrs. F's serious face before departure this morning, and twitched the corners of her mouth dryly.

Fay shook his head, driving away the uneasiness in his heart, raised his "burning face" as red as a tomato, and maintained a businesslike poker expression: "So, last time it was because of the hat...you probably already I guessed it. That's what we're responsible for, finding the haunted collection and recycling it."

Collection?hat?Rhett was also uncomfortable at first, always looking elsewhere awkwardly.When I heard this sentence, I suddenly forgot the subtle concern in my heart, looked straight into the girl's eyes, then looked away in a panic, and finally looked over decisively.

"So your appearance here this time means that the murderer also has... the so-called collection you mentioned...?"

Ugh, the conversion is so fast!Seeing the shy boy suddenly get on top of Holmes, although his face has not faded, but his eyes are clear, without the slightest entanglement, Fay suddenly feels a little admired in his heart - he really loves his job, so he can In such a short period of time, let's sharply reveal the problem.

Faye believed in Mrs. F's judgment and nodded resolutely without trying to hide it.

Rhett looked at the unhesitating eyes of the petite girl in front of him, and the naked sincerity and trust in it made him tremble in the bottom of his heart-does she trust him so much?

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: even Morgan didn't know that he was him and not him at that moment.Rhett clearly remembered his state at that time, he was obsessed with this girl somehow, everything about her was so cute...

Thinking of this, Rhett couldn't help but glanced at the girl who was already looking around in front of him again, feeling another burst of heat on his face, and repeatedly scolded himself for not thinking too much—according to Faye, he was just because of being hurt. The image of the collection is like this.

He didn't tell anyone about such a weird personal experience. Everyone thought that he and Fay really had something, and only the two of them knew the reason for everything.

Rhett found powerlessly that no matter how hard he tried to find the flaws in Faye's words-because he subconsciously believed in the existence of collections in the world.

It turns out that there really is another miraculous world in this world... Reid nodded slightly determinedly, coughed lightly to call back the girl's attention, and slowly exchanged his promise: "I believe in you. So, is it necessary to Join forces?"

Although the serial killer is not under the jurisdiction of the Secret Service, he should not disclose the progress of the case to unrelated people because of the confidentiality of the case, but what if they are not unrelated?And when it comes to collections, their BAU knows nothing about it. Wouldn't it be better to ask "experts" at this time?

The BAU wants to catch the serial killer, and the warehouse agent mentioned by Fay wants to return the collection, which is not actually a conflict.

As for his colleagues, after meeting Mrs. F, Rhett felt that even if he told them, his memory would eventually be erased.God knows if that method will be harmful to the body?

Rhett tried to ignore the guilt of hiding the truth from his partners and the uneasiness of playing the prescribed edge-ball, but decided to agree to Fay's proposal.

Seeing the expression of the girl in front of him slowly changing from unbelievable to excited, Rhett felt that his mood was also slowly becoming brighter.

He began to briefly introduce some of the information and speculation they had already got to Fay, but suddenly a clear thought flashed through his mind: Maybe, F's drifting bottle is also one of the collections.

—Ask Faye some other day when you're free.

Regardless of Rhett's small calculations, Pete has persuaded the cautious Morgan and exchanged information with him.

"So, what is the connection between these two people?" McCa heard Morgan's initial profile of the murderer, and became a little curious about BAU's work: it is indeed very powerful to be able to infer so many things based on clues.

She restrained her usual arrogant arrogance, let go of the so-called persistence in Pete's unbelievable eyes, and asked the experienced black detective: "I mean, this is a corner, and the store is closed at night... "

Morgan nodded knowingly, looked around, and suddenly stopped on a building not far away, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth: "How about there?"

McCa and Pete looked in the direction of his finger—there was an emergency hospital.

After the friendly "meeting" of the two groups of people, they shook hands and bid farewell.After Faye and Rhett exchanged a look of knowing each other, they followed their respective partners and left.

They just exchanged phone numbers and agreed to inform each other of their progress.

"However, how did you convince that black detective?" Fay, who had already walked away, looked at Pete curiously. When she said she wanted to talk to Rhett alone, Pete slapped him vigorously after teasing him. Puffed his chest and said don't worry they couldn't convince Morgan.

The eyes of the BAU agents are not vegetarian, just like an X-ray machine, which can take pictures of people inside and out, and there is nowhere to hide.Even a simple and natural baby is the same. Didn't he look innocent at the beginning and cheat her out of the truth?

Morgan seemed even more difficult to fool. Fay was really curious, what excuses could Pete, whose IQ made them anxious, come up with to convince him?

"I said we're here for the recycling." She was terrified to see Pete winking at her triumphantly.

"Huh?" If she believes that this reason can lull an experienced FBI agent, she must be out of her mind!

"Hahaha, let's make a joke to brighten up the atmosphere. It's because of this." Pete waited until the time was almost up, and finally revealed the trick he was playing.

He raised his feet, Fay saw that he was wearing a pair of black leather shoes, and raised his eyebrows, "It can't be a convincing collection, right?"

"Bingo! That's right!" Pete raised his finger excitedly, and nodded at Fay, admiringly.Just as he was about to say something, Mika pressed his hand down.

"Richard Nixon's shoes, lie as if they were true. Alright, Arti only said that they can be used at critical moments, and now get back in the car and replace them immediately!"

Seeing that Maika was in full swing as a queen, and dragged Pete, who looked like a wronged little wife, into the car, Fay laughed out loud - what a pair of real treasures.

On the other side, Reid and Morgan were about to leave the scene of the crime and were going back to the police station to join others.Rhett has been trying his best to maintain his usual expression, and he doesn't want to see his strangeness with his always careful eyes - the "deal" between him and Fay is only known to the two of them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat in the passenger seat, he lowered his head and fastened his seat belt. As soon as he lifted up, he saw Morgan looking at him suspiciously:

"Son, are you hiding something from me?"

The author has something to say: la la la la, this case is a big mix!

Every time I write R Bao and Faye, the number of words explodes. I love this pair very much hahaha

Don't be shy, two kids, come to the bowl of Auntie Guess!

Collection introduction——

Richard Nixon's leather shoes: Nixon was the 37th president of the United States.This pair of shoes is from the third season of Warehouse No. 13. It works as the article says, telling a lie as if it is true, which can be convincing.

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