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When two parallel worlds meet, some people will appear suddenly, some people will leave forever, and some people will find true love.

It took Jessie a day to figure out where she was.Her last memory stopped on Sunday night. She had just returned home from an operation in her parents' hospital. However, when she woke up again, she was lying on the bed. The window was not the bright Shanghai, but the dawn Washington.

At first she thought it was a dream within a dream, but after confirming that this dreamlike scene was real, the good-tempered little doctor couldn't help but get mad.

Jessie, well, that's her name here, in English, to be exact.Closing her eyes and carefully restoring the memory of the original owner of this body in her mind, Jessie found that the memory of this body was no different from her own.Same upbringing experience, same parents, same profession - except the location is different, this is the United States, the United States in 2005.

"What are you doing...the parallel world is not such a traversal method..." Jessie thought helplessly, covering her head under the quilt.

In the United States in 2005, intelligence was not so developed. Looking at the Nokia in her hand, Jessie felt that she was back to the age when she was playing snakes in her school days.This is a rapidly changing era, and her only advantage is to use her medical knowledge more than ten years later to make the private hospital opened by her parents in Washington have more avant-garde medical technology.

She closed her eyes, slumped back to the bed, and slowly strung together the memories of this world.

So be it... Jessie looked at the ceiling and murmured to herself.What else can I do besides admitting that I have crossed over?

Life is full of ups and downs, great joy and great sorrow... Once it comes, it will be at ease.She comforted herself in her heart.

Of course, if the little doctor hadn't opened the newspaper on that sunny morning and saw the news, her life would have been so orderly and ordinary.

It was a piece of news, and Jessie skimmed through it. It probably means that the FBI captured a bomb-bomb madman in Boston a few months ago, but due to the negligence of the leadership team, six agents were sacrificed. , is the person in charge's statement of apology for the accident.

Her eyes moved to the end, staring at the signed name.

Jason Gideon

Some fragments were pieced together in my mind, followed by an inexplicable sense of familiarity.She breathed a sigh of relief, and sat at the table to stroke her thoughts. It seemed that this was a parallel world of criminal minds. She read the news in front of her carefully again, and she was even more sure of her thoughts.

Then what?She stared at the newspaper for a while, remembering the not-so-good experience of the few people in the BAU team.Sighed.

After spinning pens for a day, Jessie counted the days and made a not-so-big decision——

Skip work and go to Seattle for vacation.

It was declared to be a vacation. The real reason, Jessie knew, was a little crazy. She wanted to go to Seattle to see if the first case of BAU would happen.

The most distinctive feature of Seattle is its rainy season. Jessie walks aimlessly on the road. She seems to have adapted to life here in the past few months. Newspapers have begun to report about the handcuffing in Seattle. People are in panic all day long. .Unknowingly, she walked to a shipyard and looked up at the sign "Allied Shipyard" standing beside it.

"Tch...why do I feel like I've seen this name before," Jessie recalled, "it seems to be the prison where Seattle's hands were twisted..." When she was in a trance, her thoughts were interrupted by an urgent braking sound, and she turned her body , Out of the corner of the eye, I saw a tall white man hurriedly got out of the car and walked towards a ship.

Looking at the place where the man disappeared, Jessie scratched her head, bit her lower lip, and was about to follow up quietly, when she suddenly felt a gust of wind behind her head.The instinctive reaction of her body made her dodge to the left, but she was still punched hard.

That's right... Elle and Gideon also followed, and Jessie still didn't forget her deduction when she was knocked down to the ground.

Inexplicably received a punch, the little doctor felt that he was really wronged.

"Impatient, (impatient) Elle, did you call the wrong person?" Jessie heard a deep voice reprimanded in a low voice while she was in a daze.

"I'm sorry, we're looking for a serial killer, a white male, tall, about 35 to 40 years old, have you seen him?" Elle seemed to feel something was wrong after she finished speaking, and added weakly, "Areyouok ?"(are you OK)

Jessie looked at Elle and shook her head, pointing to where the man disappeared. "I'm fine, he's there."

Elle nodded to Gideon, and the two disappeared into the night.

"Deeply sorry." Elle's apology echoed in the air, overbearing with a hint of refusal. Jessie shook her still confused head and followed.

"Why are you here, it's dangerous here, go back quickly." Elle said seriously after seeing the figure behind her. "Fire and the bullet doesn't care if you're an FBI or a citizen."

Jessie unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth in the darkness, "I'm a doctor, this lady, oh no, detective, it's not certain who will protect who later."

Elle ignored her and leaned forward slightly, keeping Jessie behind her.While searching forward, he took out his mobile phone, "Morgan." After a few seconds, he said, "If we wait for reinforcements, the girl will die." Jessie followed behind, listening to the firm tone, "You told me , trust my intuition." Perhaps, I can change her ending, at least get her out of the shadow of ptsd.

She thought so, not noticing that she had already walked to the side of the rope bridge.

"Beware!" Gideon said suddenly.Just as he was about to pull Jessie back, he realized that Tim was chasing Heather towards the cable bridge.

Elle stepped forward to protect Jessie behind her, while pointing her gun at Tim. "Tim, Stop."

"Stand back, or I'll kill her."

Elle pointed her gun at Tim and whispered to Jessie, "Run, go to safety."

Jessie turned a deaf ear to her words and chuckled lightly, "It's this guy who caused me to be punched for no reason, right? Heh." Said loudly, "The majestic 'Seattle handcuffed' is nothing more than that, those reporters' reports are really exaggerated."

"Who are you? FBI? Back off!"

Jessie looked at Tim, who was waving the gun wildly, and chuckled, "I'm not some FBI, I'm just from the perspective of an American citizen, dude, you're really bad, and the glamor on the outside can't cover up your inner weakness. Tim? Youarealoser .(You are a loser.)”

The word "loser" successfully stimulated Tim. While he aimed his gun at Jessie, Elle fired first, and then pulled Jessie down.The bullet grazed Jessie's shoulder, and she was about to stand up when she found Elle still on top of her.

By the light next to the dock, she saw Elle looking at herself, the eyes met, the two just watched like this, Jessie is not a trained FBI, psychologically defeated first, coughing a few times to cover up her embarrassment , "Well, shouldn't you take care of that lady?"

"Gideon has gone." Elle looked into Jessie's eyes and said calmly, "Besides, your shoulder is injured. You need protection, right? My little doctor?"

Jessie was very grateful for covering up her blushing at night, "Yes, can you get up on me first." Being thrown to the ground by someone, this posture is too ambiguous.

Elle blinked and said softly, "Thank you for standing in front of me, but it's dangerous."

As the siren sounded closer, Elle helped Jessie up. Before she could speak, Jessie said, "Hey, I was punched by you as a suspect for no reason, and I was shot for you. Should you..."

"You should be given the necessary education, don't run around alone in the middle of the night to interfere with FBI officers' law enforcement." Elle's tone became serious, she looked up at Jessie, and then shouted into the distance: "Hotch, Morgan, we are here .”

"Okay, it's time for me to go. I won't disturb you and continue to enforce the law." Jessie turned around to leave, but Elle grabbed her clothes, "Your injury..."

"No problem." Jessie took out the business card and handed it to Elle, "Jessie, my English name."

"Elle, Elle Greenaway. I think I should buy you a meal."

Jessie smiled, looking at the sky that was gradually turning white. "I am leaving."

"Who is she?" Hotch looked at Jessie's leaving back, very puzzled.

"A passerby, um... was mistaken by me as a suspect and punched me."

"???" Hotch, Morgan, and Reid were all stunned for a while, and Morgan said after a while, "It must have been dark at that time."

Elle bit her lip, "For a meal, we have decided to settle it in private."

"Privately?" Gideon came over, "That's great, but remember to change your temper."

"Got it..." Elle stuck out her tongue embarrassingly.

"Listen to this tone." Morgan said exaggeratedly, "Elle, you are so ruthless, even Gideon can't stand it..."

Elle ignored the meaningful expressions of the three and took out a business card from her pocket.

"Jessie." She said to herself, it's time to find a good Chinese restaurant, after returning to Washington.

The gears of fate are shifting silently, and no one can tell what the future will be like.

☆, eyebrows like mountains and rivers