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

"This damn rain!" Fay looked out of the car window, the pattering raindrops were dripping on the car window, leaving streaks of water.She gritted her teeth, opened the car door quickly, put her hands on her head, and ran out.

"It's raining suddenly..." Mai Ka stood under the eaves, patting the rain on the windbreaker with his hands.

Fay looked enviously at the waterproof fabric of the coat, and then looked down at his almost soaked coat, wanting to cry.

"Knock, knock, knock." She watched as Maika knocked on the door, and opened it from the inside after a while.

Standing inside the door was a beautiful woman with blond hair.

Fay raised her eyebrows, and exchanged glances with Maika—the information that Pete found in the warehouse before showed that this Stanley Arthur's psychic lived alone.

"We are from the Secret Service, and we are here to find the owner of this house, Stanley Arthur..." Mika had already flashed the ID of the Secret Service handsomely, but the blond woman did not show surprise or panic like ordinary people, but went back and forth. He looked at them for a while, and then smiled knowingly.

"You're Rhett's little girlfriend, Faye?"

——This sentence was clearly addressed to Fay.

She was stunned, because she was a little dazed by suddenly voicing out the things about herself and Rhett from a strange woman, but she didn't immediately deny it.

Although, now this fact has also been called into question.

"I am the liaison officer of BAU. I was on maternity leave before. You may not know me, just call me."

Faye looked at this kind woman and moved aside, nodded knowingly, and walked into the living room with Maika.

The living room is not big, and the floor lamp in the corner emits a warm yellow light faintly.Sitting beside an old-fashioned wooden table is a dark-skinned middle-aged man with his eyes closed and a piece of paper in his hands.

As if sensing movement, the man looked in their direction.

The wrinkles on the face seem to indicate the vicissitudes and wisdom experienced.

Faye obviously felt that he was no stranger to the gaze that swept over him and Maika, as if he was accepting his fate.

Then, the man named Stanley stood up, stuffed the white letter paper in his hand into the envelope on the table, and handed it: "The suspect you are looking for, there is water around Roderick."

"Water?" He tilted his head, with a blank expression on his face.

"Especially, rocky shorelines."

Stanley didn't say much, he just made a brief statement and sent him out of the room himself.

Faye and Maika looked around, pulled out their chairs and sat down.Then I saw Stanley walking in silently, and said slowly:

"I know, you are here for the treasures I have."

Fay's eyes widened suddenly - how would he know?

"Because I'm not a real psychic, I can only predict a small part of the future." Stanley frankly spread out his hands, and there was a white handkerchief lying there.

Faintly, there is a flowing elegance that appears and disappears from time to time.

This collection is so beautiful.

Fay stretched out her hand and picked it up curiously, but she didn't see the man's eyes shrinking suddenly—"You... don't you feel your palms are hot?"

Hearing the trembling question from the other party, she raised her head, her eyes were full of doubts, and suddenly remembered something, "The collection is invalid for me."

Meka on the side stepped forward and took the handkerchief away with her purple gloved hand.After the dazzling light flashed, she put away the neutralization bag containing the collection, and looked at Stanley, who had always been calm:

"So, you have foreseen all this?"

Stanley glanced at the silver bag in Micah's hand with nostalgia, and said emotionally——

"I saw this scene this morning, so when the FBI agent came to ask me just now, I used a little more ability...cough cough cough..."

The man suddenly bent down and coughed violently.

Fay noticed dark red blood stains on his hands sharply, and his eyes were unpredictable: "You..."

"Well, there must be a cause and an effect. Using the predictive ability must pay a huge price-overdrawing my own health." Stanley walked to the coffee table indifferently, took out a tissue to wipe the blood on his hand, and faced them smiled.

"It's usually not this serious, but just now I knew this was the last time, so I couldn't help but use my ability a little more—I hope I can help find that girl."

Faye knew he was referring to the latest abducted victim.

"The rain is getting heavier and heavier." Maika sat in the driver's seat, pulled the seat belt with his right hand, and lowered his head to fasten it.

"Mika, I want to go to the police station." Fay had been silent since hearing what Stanley said just now, and finally said it at this moment.

Who knew that the other party just sneered, "Otherwise where do you think I'm going?"

"Eh?" Fay looked at the luggage on the back seat, turned his head and looked complicated, "Don't you want to send the collection back to the warehouse immediately?"

——This is the first rule of the warehouse agent's code that Atti said.

"Ah Ti is not here now." Meika stepped on the accelerator smartly, and the car slid out quickly.

——"Besides, I don't have such a heart of stone, and I will die helplessly for a young girl in her prime."

Hearing this, Faye fell silent instead.It's just that the raised arc at the corner of the mouth can't go down.

Olympia Police Department.

Just showed Hodge and Reid the results he got from Stanley, but it aroused objections from two people.

"There is no scientific basis for this." Reid sat on the conference table, crossed his legs like a naughty child.

When she was about to say something, Rossi hurried over, waving the envelope in her hand.

He discovered that the suspect's father had been sponsoring him money, via Western Union.

The detective in charge of the case compared the location of the source of the Western Union transfer with the coverage circle of the victim's previous 911 call on the map, and made the final conclusion.

"The assets near the water and the beautiful island you mentioned are not in this scope. What you believe in what Stanley said is not true at all."

——This sentence was aimed mercilessly.

"No! I believe him too." The familiar voice reached Rhett's ear, and he slid off the table almost subconsciously, and pulled the hem of the suit without a trace, smoothing out the creases on it.

Only to find that the girl who broke in didn't notice this at all, and just swore to Hodge and Rossi: "He told me a specific address, and I believed him."

It may be because Faye belongs to the Secret Service. Hodge did not immediately reject her as he treated her. Instead, he thought for a while and said, "This source of information is not reliable... It is impossible for us to accept the words of the so-called psychic. And call out the police..."

"You forgot that our Secret Service can also go out on its own..." Fay raised his chin proudly, facing Hodge, "I don't need all the police force, you can choose to leave most of them according to your original investigation direction."

Hodge frowned, thought carefully, and finally made up his mind to speak, "Red, Morgan, you take some police officers with her, and the rest stay on standby until I go to the suspect Roderick's house to inquire. His father will give instructions later."

Faye smiled, with the pride of a victor.

Only then did she look at the source of the gaze that had been staring at her fieryly—"Hey, you should believe me."

"Of course." Reid looked at the smug girl in front of him, with a big grin on his lips.

The collection is simply the biggest golden finger in the world.

Looking at the victim being carried into the ambulance by emergency personnel not far away, Fay stood in front of the car holding an umbrella, thinking silently.

This place is exactly the same as the address Hodge inquired later, and she still remembers the silence of the always serious and taciturn BAU leader who didn't say anything when he learned about this matter on the phone.

Turning her gaze, she saw a familiar figure secretly putting down a glass bottle in an unnoticed corner—it was supposed to be a rainy day, but there seemed to be a layer of isolation around the drifting bottle, forming a faint light .

Only then did Fay remember that she concealed her identity when she discovered S, and wrote a note to S as usual. It seems that Rhett is replying?

From this point of view, the time of appearance does not seem to be fixed... After all, she wrote it a few days ago... Fay lowered her eyes, and the thought in her heart became stronger: Maybe I really need to consider its possibility later...

Holding a big black umbrella, she walked slowly towards the SUV - after Mai Ka sent her to the police station, she took the neutralization bag and went back to the warehouse first.

"Peter said that Arti has been unable to be contacted. The matter here is over, and you should go back to the warehouse as soon as possible."

Thinking of the words that Maika called to her and dropped from the car window before leaving, Faye looked at Rhett who was pretending to be observing the bottle in the distance, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

— Bye, Rhett.

Badlands, South Dakota.

Faye walked briskly among the corridors, holding a neutralization bag containing the handkerchiefs that had been recycled earlier.

Since she joined the warehouse, the task of placing collections has fallen on her head-who let her walk among all kinds of dangerous collections without being affected?

Uh... The accident with Rhett last time doesn't count... Faye curled her lips—why every time she meets Rhett, there will always be some problems with her immune characteristics.

It was as if something in the dark was bringing the two of them together.

Faye shook her head, deciding to put the automatic amorous thought behind her.She skillfully found the location, put the collection away, and pressed the screen:

"Helen Duncan's yarn cotton... Helen Duncan, the last witch in England to be sentenced by the "Witchcraft Act"...was able to release a white fiber substance from her mouth, and using this substance can predict the future, but the price is own health..."

Sure enough, in this world, you must pay for what you get.

Fay pursed her lips and turned to leave, but stepped on a slippery object and almost fell face-to-face.

"Damn it!" She cursed in a low voice—could it be some other troublesome collection?

Looking down, he was a little dumbfounded.

The familiar glass bottle is faintly exuding its own sense of existence.

It should be an object without emotion, but Faye was stunned to see a little bit of grievance in it.

It was definitely because she was overthinking it... She sighed helplessly, and skillfully took out the note.

She had discovered by accident a long time ago that she doesn't need to write with a pen, as long as she thinks in her heart, it can be directly presented on the parchment:

"S, this Saturday, October 10th, if you want, let's meet at... shall we?"

The author has something to say:

The ellipsis is that the author is too lazy to think about the location... it can be blurred

There is content on the note

Look at the text this time the precipice is not a headline party! ...the last sentence hahaha but can we meet successfully?