[Criminal Minds] The Waiting Behind

"Actually, you don't need to do that." Hotch sat on the sofa, watching Michelle rushing in and out of the room.

She's packing up his apartment, hasn't lived in it for a few days and needs a good cleaning.Coupled with the fact that he had to pack all his things for discharge, the girl's busy look with her sleeves rolled up, regardless of her image, looked particularly attractive in Hotch's eyes.

A woman who cleans the house for herself.

Just thinking about it makes me feel warm inside.

Hotch had the illusion of returning to a good family life. He looked at the girl's sweaty face from the activity, and wet the hair on her temples.

But maybe it's not an illusion,

When Michelle picked her up and left the hospital just now, the righteous expression on her face is still vivid, "I will move to your house during this time and take care of you. Also, the objection is invalid,"

Hotch couldn't help but think again of the girl's calm expression after she said this, twisting the car key and getting ready to drive. She didn't even know that she was blushing to the bottom of her ears...Hotch let out a deep chuckle, and looked at the girl in front of her again , There was a warm current in my heart.

"So, we're starting to live together now?" The sudden words made Michelle's hand holding the mop tremble, almost slipping.

this man! Michelle didn't look at Hotch, just stared at the ground fiercely, and dragged desperately, as if the dirty things on the floor were such a big enemy to her.

Knowing that she was shy to mention the word cohabitation, she said it on purpose!

It's not good to know it well!

Michelle secretly slandered in her heart, and finally couldn't help but glance at the man next to him who was taking care of himself, only to find that there was a deep smile and ridicule in the other's calm eyes.

This man... Michelle pouted, lowered her head and continued with her cleaning work.Forget it, seeing his poor entertainment and leisure, she just treats it as her own entertainment for him.

Then, a strange scene appeared in the living room:

The girl kept her head down while cleaning, completely ignoring the owner of the house; while the man beside him was always smiling and staring at the hard-working girl...

Strange, but incomparably harmonious.

That night.

In the noisy city, the luxurious nightlife has just begun.But in the corner of the city where the lights are intoxicating, in the quiet corner community, the residential buildings stand quietly in the darkness.

Slowly playing the piano music in the room, elegant and light, a touch of tenderness flows in the room, exuding a unique warmth at night, making people mesmerized, as if falling in love.

And in the corner of the room, someone is indeed in love, like glue.

Michelle felt herself being pushed against the wall with great force, and before she could feel the pain in her back due to the severe impact, all her attention was deeply attracted by the hand walking on her body.

The pajama strap slipped off in an instant, and she could only grab Hotch's shirt collar desperately, trying to tear off the other's clothes without showing weakness, but she had no choice but to use her weak strength, and could only let the clothes half take off between her arms .

A deep and hoarse chuckle sounded in her ears, and Michelle bet with her limited sanity that there was definitely a hint of ridicule in it!

However, in the next second, she was brought into a dizziness again...

Hot, fiery passion.

Passion/desire completely buried her.

Michelle felt the hand that took away all her impressions, and gently brushed over all the sensitive points on her body, even some of them were just ambiguous touches.She couldn't help but twisted her body impatiently, but heard a more vicious whisper.

Then, Michelle felt herself lifted instantly, her legs being lifted up to her waist by the opponent.The sudden weightlessness from the ground made her exclaim, and she naturally grabbed the opponent's neck with both hands.

She felt Hotch's hands scratching her butt vigorously, and the ambiguous touch made Michelle raise her head involuntarily, as if she could escape all the feelings that made her sink.

However, in Hotch's eyes, the graceful curve clearly gliding through the air was just a different kind of temptation.His eyes deepened, and he leaned forward, sucking the girl's slightly red neck.He touched her thighs with both hands:

"Clamp/tighten me."

To Michelle's ears, this kind of undisguised love talk is like another aphrodisiac.

Sometimes light and sometimes heavy, the soft sound of water came, and the numb itching slowly spread from the depths of the body, making Michelle shyly want to escape, but couldn't help but want more.

Michelle grabbed Hotch's shoulder unconsciously, not knowing whether she was resisting or eager.Suddenly, Hotch, who had been buried in his chest/front, suddenly raised his head and looked to the other side vigilantly, with unabated emotion/color remaining in his eyes.

"What's the matter, Hotch?" Michelle, who was still immersed in the aftertaste just now, came back to her senses after a while, feeling the chill on her chest, and belatedly picked up the pajamas on the floor and put them on.

Hotch immediately made a "shh" gesture to the girl, signaling the girl to hide in a corner beside the wall.However, he slowly paced beside the sofa, his deliberately light footsteps made no sound under the effect of the carpet.

Michelle watched him slowly approaching her clothes, rummaged through them, quickly took out a pistol, pulled the safety catch skillfully, loaded it, all in one go.

"What are you doing?" Michelle tried to control her tone.

"Someone broke in." Hotch looked around again, but found no other danger, and then approached the girl carefully, "You stay here and don't move, I'll go and have a look."

"Aaron..." Michelle called Hotch worriedly, watching his figure disappear by the door of the bathroom, her heart surged, could it be Foyet!

Could it be that she changed the plot, so now the plot has also changed?

Michelle didn't dare to think about it anymore, and quickly dialed the phone, "911, I have an emergency here, someone broke into my house, my address is..."

As soon as she explained the situation, Michelle heard a shout from the direction Hotch was going just now, "FBI! Don't move!"

After a while, I saw Hotch, who was only wearing a vest, rushing over and said to the phone, "This is FBI agent Aaron Hoter, here is a suspect of burglary, please help. The suspect is outside 72 260nd Street , is sliding down the rope."

"Is it Foyet?" Michelle couldn't help asking as she watched Hotch grab her shirt and put it on quickly.

"No, that's not the case." Hotch saw the girl's nervousness, quickly waved his hands, and then quickly stepped forward to hug her, "It made you worry."

Michelle hugged him back hard, feeling scared for a while, fortunately... fortunately not...

"But just in case, I'll stay with you." Hotch frowned. If he was the only one in the situation just now, he must have chased him out. After all, whether it was ordinary theft or revenge against him, he needed Find out for yourself.

But...Hotch rested his head on top of the girl's head, and silently tightened his arms around her. He had already experienced the panic of losing Haley and Jack once he had just fought Foyet.

This time, at least he was going to be by Michelle's side.

"Aaron, I think it's better to move to live with me." Michelle thought about it, and decided it was the safest way to do it. "You know, I installed an anti-theft system before, although before..."

Hotch couldn't help laughing when Michelle stopped talking and didn't know what to say, and couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, I won't have any psychological shadow. Don't underestimate your man."

"I'm going to pack a few pieces of luggage first, and we'll leave after the police come to take notes."

"So, you're saying you were making out when the thieves broke in?" Garcia jerked her seat around, looking at Michelle with bright eyes.

This is a rare opportunity to gossip about yourself and your boss, absolutely not to be missed!

"Penelope! You missed the point, I wanted to ask your guess about the thief's identity!"

Michelle broke down and shouted, she didn't know about Garcia's mental activities, but now she regretted that she shouldn't discuss such a serious topic with Garcia.

Look, she is completely crooked!

No, maybe, she shouldn't have relented to Garcia's pathetic cry on the phone this morning!It's so pitiful to have to work overtime immediately after eating breakfast. She is definitely pretending to want to eat the meals she cooked herself!

Michelle held her forehead with a headache, trying to escape the clutches of the Goddess of Gossip.Unfortunately, things backfired.

"How far were you and Hotch at that time? Kissing? Foreplay? Or kicking the door?" Garcia opened his mouth slightly, staring straight ahead with misty eyes, as if he had automatically reproduced the scene at that time in his mind.Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Michelle's hand, ignoring the helplessness on the latter's face, and lamented secretly, "If it's the last case, I feel so much for Hotch... Uh, that's the saddest thing for a man thing!"

"What is the saddest thing for a man?" A voice suddenly sounded, startling both of them.

Naturally, it's mostly Michelle.

Especially when she looked back and saw Reid standing at the door with a cane, keeping the posture of pushing the door, looking at them innocently.

She almost screamed!And of course she pretty much did:

"Oh, my god!"

"What? What's the matter?" Reid was even more confused. He just knocked on the door and didn't respond, so he opened the door and walked in. Who knew that he just heard Garcia say "the saddest thing for a man", so he asked casually .

Why are Michelle and Garcia looking at him that way?

—It feels like he's some kind of prehistoric man-eating dinosaur or something.

Reid was confused, and looked at Garcia who shook his head frequently on the other side, "What's going on?"

He was referring to Michelle, because the girl had buried her head in her arms like an ostrich, not looking at him.

Garcia cleared her throat and pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose pretendingly, as if what she was going to say next was a very academic and important point, "So, you only heard the last part of our private conversation between girls just now one sentence?"

"Yeah," Reid was startled by the reaction of Michelle who suddenly looked up at him, and couldn't help shrinking back, "otherwise why would I ask you."

After seeing Michelle let out a long sigh of relief, and exchanged a look that only they could understand with Garcia, Reid was a little curious, "So are you guys talking bad about Hotch so that I won't hear it? In fact, I even heard it , and won’t tell him.”

"My God, why was I so nervous just now!" Michelle looked at Reid and shook her head helplessly, because of her overreaction just now, "I forgot, you are Reid."

"Yes, dear." Garcia put his arm around Michelle's neck, without looking at the ignorant Reid, "He's Doctor Reid."

"Yeah, I am." Reid didn't understand why they had to repeat this fact over and over again, frowned, and looked at the two girls in front of him, "So what are you feeling?"

"Alas—" Michelle and Garcia looked at each other again, talking to Reid, so tired.

The author has something to say: morality is broken into meat dregs, and I give it to you

The stew is incompetent, tasteless and stuck in the teeth, please seek medical treatment by yourself!

Reid gets cuter and swollen as he writes!

PS: See how many people thought it belonged to Foyet at first...