[Criminal Minds + Twilight] Hey Reid, let's become a vampire together

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Cullen." Irene also kept the same smile, nodded slightly at him and Bella, and then left.

Jane still followed her as always, neither far nor near.Irene even doubted that if she had jumped off the cliff, would Jane follow her in a dedicated way.

She stopped, and Jane stopped too.

She walked, and Jane continued to walk.

Eileen simply used human documents generously, found a small hotel, and stayed.

Jane also graciously jumped onto the roof of the hotel and squatted there.

Erin: ...

The sun has gone down.

Irene lay on the hotel bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She could only open her eyes and stare at the moon in a daze.Jane suddenly appeared on the windowsill and said to her, "You have left your post without authorization."

"Did Edward do anything against the interests of the blood clan?"

"Not yet."

"Except for Edward, are the Cullens in Forks?"

"No."

"Did Edward do anything other than flirt with Bella?"

"Maybe not."

"Then why should I spy on him?" Erin asked back, "I might as well go to the opera and watch "Romeo and Juliet."

Jane was completely stunned by Irene's logic.

Erin looked at her confidently.

Crooked reasoning is also reasonable.

"Forget it, I won't talk to you." Jane gave up her plan to persuade her and left by herself.

Looking at her direction, it seemed that she was going outside Fox Town.

Could it be to find Carlisle...

Irene doesn't know, but for the time being, she doesn't need to know either.

There was a slight knock on the door.

Erin got up and opened the door, but her jaw dropped instantly.

"Spencer?!"

Reid smiled at her: "Aren't you inviting me in?"

"Ah... good." Irene was a little dazed, as if she was frightened by Reid's sudden appearance.

"The matter was resolved smoothly, and there was nothing else to do over the weekend." Reid seemed to be trying to explain something.

Erin always felt that something was wrong.

"you say……"

"Wait!" Irene suddenly gave Reid a hard look.

Reid looked at her rather innocently.

"Be honest, tell me, wait, how did you find this place? Garcia has triangulated my phone?" Irene gritted her teeth.

Reid didn't speak, apparently acquiescing.

Erin was outraged.

"Don't be angry, honey." Reid put his arm around her shoulders good-naturedly. "It's all my fault...well, I forced Garcia to triangulate you. I miss you so much."

For the sake of "dear", I don't care about you.

Irene glanced outside, Jane had gone far.

"I noticed her when I came... but she didn't seem to notice me." Reid laughed again. "It seems that my sense of existence is very weak. This is obviously a good thing."

Irene rubbed between her eyebrows helplessly: "Don't get used to profiling, little agent."

"Oh, sorry." Reid's smile grew brighter, "but you've got to get used to it, honey."

Erin took a deep breath.

"Have you had dinner yet?" she asked Reid.

Reid shook his head honestly.

Irene had no choice but to take Reid out for dinner.However, in the restaurant, she met Edward and Bella again. Reid was obviously taken aback when he saw Edward, then turned to look at Irene: "He, they..."

"Eat." Irene was a little rough.

Reid looked at them and then at Irene, and suddenly found that Edward's skin was also abnormally pale.

Another entanglement between blood clans.

Reid decided to go ahead and eat his dinner.

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Erin doesn't need sleep, Reid does.

So, of course, Erin gave up her bed to Reid.

Reid lay on the bed with his arms under his head, but instead of sleeping, he chatted with her casually.In view of Reid's professional habits, chatting has become a popular science criminal.

It wasn't until midnight that Irene covered Reid's eyes with her hands in an extremely depressed way: "Sleep, little genius, don't you have to go back to the headquarters tomorrow?" I always felt that Reid was very excited today.

"Actually, I want to discuss a very important issue with you..."

"Say."

"When are you going to turn me into a blood race?"

wait wait wait.

this problem……

She hasn't thought about it for a long time!

"Honey." Reid was serious. "You know, men's 'construction' is more special than women's."

Erin nodded numbly.

"So, before you get married, you'd better turn me into... otherwise I'll be easy... no."

Erin didn't react for a while.

By the time she realized it, her hand was already on Reid's chest, wanting to squeeze him hard.

"Wait honey." Reid said helplessly, "Are you sure you want to flirt? I'm not as hard as a car..."

Irene exhausted all her strength to slowly withdraw her hand, suppressing the desire to give him a hard squeeze.

The structure is special or something, the most annoying!

What kind of hypothermia is the most annoying!

Also, why would Reid suddenly discuss such a lewd topic with her? !

Simply unscientific!

"No, honey." Reid continued, "Actually, I've already prepared a ring for you..."

wait wait wait.

"If you think it's appropriate, I can propose to you at any time. Of course, you are an immortal blood race..."

No, not right!

"My worries are actually much bigger than you imagine..."

What, what happened to this?

"Although I wanted to say this to you a long time ago...but after you left suddenly, I realized that I couldn't catch you at all..."

He rolled over and got off the bed, like the most loyal knight, knelt in front of Irene on one knee, opened a small box containing a ring, took her cold hand with the other hand, and kissed the back of her hand lightly.

"Will you marry me, dear."

"Spencer..."

"Ok?"

"Don't you think it's a little too fast?"

"How long have we known each other? Honey."

"About...two years?"

"How long do you think we've been secretly in love with each other? I mean—beginning without breaking the paper."

"Eh?……"

"During the time you left, I read some books on psychology. I found that in our situation, the most suitable way is to get engaged first and then fall in love, otherwise there is no way to continue."

"why?……"

"Concern." Reid suddenly became very serious, "Men should protect women, I can't do it; men should grab their lover, I can't do it; so I can only use this lame way - tie you first. "

"You are so direct."

"Thank you." Reid smiled again, "But, don't you hate beating around the bush the most?"

Irene was silent, and then suddenly broke out: "Don't make a psychological profile of me!!!"

"...Does this mean you agree? My dear."

Erin: ...

Erin: It's not nice to have a boyfriend who's a profiler, really.

The hands of the clock pointed to twelve o'clock.

Erin and Reid lay side by side on the bed, chatting under the quilt.

"Spencer."

"I'm here, honey."

"Be honest, who taught you this move?"

"Who taught me what..."

"Suddenly appeared in front of me, proposed marriage before I knew it, even analyzed me from head to toe before that..."

"I."

"You've always been shy, Spencer." Erin turned to look at him, "otherwise you wouldn't be lying next to me doing nothing now. You want to, don't you?"

Reid coughed softly, hooked her neck, and kissed her hard.

However, after a long and intense kiss, he let her go, his breathing was a little disordered: "I, I'm going to sleep first."

Irene rested on his shoulder, fingertips wandering on his chest.

"Your temperature is high, Spencer."

"I……"

"Honestly, is it Morgan?" That guy is a master at picking up girls.

Reid was silent for a moment before saying "yes" in a low voice.

but……

The thing he wanted to say most in his heart was—it's really not good to have a girlfriend who was a former psychological profiler...

"So, do you really want to?" Irene chuckled softly.

Reid coughed awkwardly: "Before that, you'd better turn me into a vampire first, dear."

Otherwise, it is easy to face certain "embarrassing" situations, such as suddenly... no.

Erin didn't speak.

"Do you have any concerns? Honey." Reid keenly noticed Irene's unusualness.

Erin nodded.

"Newborn blood, usually..." Before she finished speaking, she heard a familiar bell. Reid's cell phone ringtone.

A new case has occurred.

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