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

The sound of the rumbling train and the noise of the noisy crowd seemed to go away in an instant.Rhett felt that there was only himself left in the world... and this person in his arms, and the subtle sensations in his whole body made him very concerned--the refreshing feeling like the pores all over his body are opening to breathe...

There is also a sense of disobedience under the eyes of everyone... Rhett pursed his lips, couldn't help but let go of the hand holding the ring, bent down and hugged it tightly, and then hugged it tightly.

...It's really bad... He breathed quickly, calming down the restlessness in his heart, but he found that Faye seemed to have found a new toy, and he repeated the process of exploration endlessly.

"Fey...don't be like this..." He heard himself speak with difficulty, troubled but embarrassed.

There was a burst of brisk low laughter sprayed on his face, and then the slowly exhaled breath approached ambiguously... Rhett slowly closed his eyes, unable to tell whether it was a helpless resignation to fate or a faint sense of expectation...

Feather-soft kisses touched his lips, once and again, as if fish were playing mischievously on the water.

Rhett let out a sigh almost unconsciously, his brows and eyes gradually softened, and the arms around Fay tightened again—that's it, don't think about where or what.

He had to admit that he also enjoyed this moment of intimacy.

——The indulgence and wantonness of ear to ear, but it is the truest love.

Rhett licked his lips, looked down at the girl with bright eyes smiling like a fox who had eaten grapes, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

He looked at Fay's sly smirk, and with a thought, he lowered his head suddenly and pecked lightly, in exchange for the girl's amazed and reproachful glance.

His chest was heaving up and down uncontrollably, and Rhett smiled with crooked eyebrows, turning his head to look at the girl Gululu rolling her eyes and planning to attack again—he wouldn't foolishly poke Faye's obvious expression.

Obviously it was the most boring game before, but he and Fay had a great time playing it on the subway full of people.

——Sure enough, all those in love are fools.

...But what to do, he is still happy...

***

Fay was lying on the sofa, her eyes did not leave the novel in her hands, but her hands began to touch the coffee table beside her habitually—she had placed enough snacks within reach of her hands.

"Here." Just when she felt that she was empty, suddenly something cold touched her lips directly.

Faye raised his eyes, just in time to see that Rhett was standing aside, looking down at him, holding a bunch of fresh grapes in his hand.

Purple, very attractive.

"Oh! Spencer, did you wash it for me? Thank you!" Faye's eyes lit up, he straightened up and sat up, grabbed the grapes and started eating, which was even more funny in Rhett's eyes.

"Okay, slow down, there are a lot more." Rhett shook his head, motioning the girl to look at the coffee table beside him—a plate full of grapes was placed in the middle.

He sat down next to Fay, and when he naturally picked up his coffee cup to enjoy his "afternoon tea", a familiar little white hand suddenly appeared in his sight.

What's wrong?Rhett looked at the owner of the hand questioningly along the arm, and Faye couldn't help laughing at that innocent cute look: "DC time!"

DC time?Washington time?Rhett didn't understand why the girl suddenly said this, but he subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall and said honestly, "3:[-] p.m.."

Unexpectedly, what greeted us was Fay's helpless roll of eyes, coupled with his own forceful poke on the forehead, "DC time, low caffeine...time!"

Following the girl's angry gaze, Reid looked down at the coffee cup in his hand—the rising steam filled the air with the familiar and alluring aroma of coffee.

"Uh..." Fay looked at Rhett and hesitated for a moment, then put down the glass decisively.This obedient obedience greatly pleased her, and her mood brightened inexplicably.

Fay glanced again at Reid with regretful eyes in satisfaction, and turned his sore neck—keeping one posture for a long time while reading is indeed a cervical spine killer!

"What? The neck hurts?" Along with the slightly worried question, one hand gently stroked up, along the hairline to the raised position of the cervical spine - and pressed down heavily.

"Aw!" Faye suddenly jumped up from the sofa like a cat whose hair has exploded, and looked at Rhett with wet eyes, but his eyes were full of shame, "What are you doing!"

Reid looked down at his hands, a little unclear about the situation, "I just want to help you relax your muscles and give you a massage..."

"Massage?" Fay covered the back of her neck, puffed out her cheeks and looked at the innocent-looking big boy, knowing that she wanted to screw up.But... "No, I'm fine."

"..." Reid frowned as he watched the girl's face flushed with embarrassment, her hands froze, obviously a little at a loss, "But you have kept turning your neck once every five minutes for a long time..."

As if thinking of something, Reid opened his mouth suddenly, "Don't worry, I have studied it specially, and I won't hurt you!"

Seeing that posture seemed to be a real attack, Fay had a headache, looked at the palms that were getting closer and closer, and finally closed her eyes as if giving up, and shouted out all at once——

"My neck is my sensitive spot, you idiot!"

"..." The blush climbed up Rhett's face little by little, and it seemed to have reached a critical point, and it burst out all of a sudden. His entire face and neck seemed to be dyed red with red dye.

"I...don't know...sorry..."

Looking at Reid, who lowered his head and sincerely admitted his mistake like a primary school student, Faye held his forehead speechlessly - do we need to admit our mistake at a time like this?

"Beep beep beep", a crisp mobile phone rang suddenly in the silent room.Obviously in the past, it was an unpleasant voice that often disturbed people, but now it made both of them let out a sigh of relief.

In any case, the embarrassment of this moment was resolved.

"There is a case... Let's pack up... Let's go?"

Seeing Rhett carefully looking away and looking around but not daring to look at her, Faye felt that the shy emotions in her heart had subsided a lot.She squinted her eyes and poked the chest of the boy in front of her maliciously, finally getting him a hesitant look.

"Next time... shall we have a good massage?"

For a moment, Rhett felt as if a heat wave was rushing towards his face, and his whole body was unbearably hot.He looked at the back of the girl laughing and walking out first, and he clenched his fists with determination—he had already gained the upper hand just now, and next time he will definitely...can't compromise!

***

"Wow!" Morgan was sitting on the chair in front of the conference table and turning around boredly, just in time to meet Fay and Fay who stepped into the office one after the other, his eyes lit up instantly, and he whistled gossipingly.

The eyes of everyone in the room swept over, and Faye and Rhett stood at attention uncomfortably at the same time, a little at a loss.

This shining searchlight...

"Don't you guys go to the carnival spring break together?" ** walked in with a large stack of documents, just in time to see this scene, and added a joke with a smile.

Reid coughed, looked at the stiff body of the girl standing beside him, and said with a straight face, "Yes..."

After seeing the astonished eyes of everyone, he "kindly" finished the second half of the sentence: "If reading together can be regarded as a carnival."

"Cut." Morgan's gaze became silent in an instant, he clicked his lips boredly, and took the information handed over by the nurse.

……

"The spring break carnival in South Padre Island is coming to an end this weekend." Fay squinted his eyes with interest as he watched Boss Hodge leave this sentence and leave.

Cases of men raping/raping men... I don't know if there is a smell of collections...

The domestic media has already reported this case, and the time seems to be very tight to catch the murderer before he escapes.

Faye, as a "probationary detective", followed Morgan and Reid to learn how to interrogate the first person on the spot - the young cleaner Adam.

After that, Morgan teased that the eye contact between the two was "eyebrows"-God knows she was just telling Rhett to pay attention to see if there were any signs of the collection.

She rolled her eyes to the sky, met Rhett's apologetic gaze, and shook her head nonchalantly to show comfort.Faye turned around, just in time to see someone giggling wickedly.

This gossip man!Faye's face was full of black lines, and he decided to get rid of the illusion that he was very good at asking questions from angles just now.

But... Faye's eyes suddenly fell silent. The man Adam with twinkling eyes just now always gave her some strange feelings.

I don't know how to describe the subtle feeling.

At this time, Faye didn't know that this was a special ability bestowed on her by the warehouse, and she could perceive the relationship with the collection.

Soon, this feeling of special concern was confirmed-Garcia discovered through the video that Adam's testimony that he had not seen the victim before was false.

"What's wrong?" Fay looked at each other silently after seeing Rhett and Rossi answering the phone.

"Hodge found a suspect..." Reid thought of the big boy who made him feel a little like himself before, frowned and explained Garcia's discovery in a few words.

"So...he might be a male character in the unknown suspect gang?" Rossi put forward the theory of the previous team's crime. Faye naturally passed the distressed Reid and directly looked at the wise uncle.

Rossi nodded, but saw that the girl whom he had only labeled as "Red's little girlfriend" thought for a while, muttered several times, but still did not utter a word.

He waited patiently, and then persuaded, "Is there anything you found or something that you find interesting?"

Unexpectedly, his hesitation was completely seen through by Rossi, and he was even questioned carefully by the senior detective. Faye took a breath, looked at the encouraging eyes of Reid next to him, and mustered up the courage to ask uncertainly: " Before, we only tested the possibility of a gang of one man and one woman committing crimes, but is it possible...the murderer is one person?"

There are many collections of possessions and personalities in the warehouse.

The author has something to say: I rushed to write until 2:[-] last night == I have to go out today, I lost the manuscript box

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