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Hotch has been working overtime in the office until late at night these days.

"It can't go on like this..." Jessie looked at the light on, frowned and sighed, "Use work to numb yourself, and you will be exhausted."

"Rossi tried to take him out to have fun, but he didn't say yes." Elle stared helplessly at the upstairs lights.

The door opened suddenly, and Hotch came out with a tired face, and raised his eyelids when he saw the people downstairs.He went downstairs with his purse.

"It's late." He whispered as he passed by Elle, "Go back and rest."

"Hotch..." Reid stopped Hotch who didn't know where he was going, can you go to the drama with us tomorrow? "

"Sorry." Hotch refused subconsciously. "Go ahead and have fun."

"I even bought the tickets..." JJ came out from the inside, followed by Emily who wandered into the office at some point behind him, "Center Stage Theater, come with us..."

Hotch cast his eyes down in thought for a few seconds. "Okay." After finishing speaking, he ignored the few people and hurried into the elevator.

"It's a small achievement..." Elle sat on the desk, watching Hotch's leaving figure, "He hasn't spoken these days, and he doesn't pay much attention to other people."

"Gracia said he even works on weekends." Jessie sighed, "I just flew back from Boston last weekend."

"Is Gracia going tomorrow night?" Morgan asked JJ suddenly.

"She's not with us, she's with..."

"That Kevin?" Morgan nodded thoughtfully, "Hmph! Forget about friends."

"Someone's feeling unbalanced." Elle took Jessie's arm, turned around and smiled, "Let's go first, you can continue to complain..."

JJ pulled Emily, gestured to Morgan, got up and entered the elevator.

In an instant, only two single dogs, Morgan and Reid, were left in the office, looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Are you still asleep?" Jessie hugged Elle from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder, and rubbed her pamperingly.

Elle pointed to the documents piled up in front of her, and held Jessie's hand back, "My father has arrested many criminals, except those who were sentenced to death and rape for life, there are 129 people left. Surveillance shows that it is a man, and according to age Judgment..." Her fingers tapped on the table, "I got myself involved again."

Jessie pulled out a newspaper from a stack of materials, and it was a report on the day Elle's father died in the line of duty.

"The bombing..." she murmured. "What if the criminal isn't dead?"

"Why come to me now if I'm not dead?" Elle stroked his father's police officer ID. "If he wants revenge, it would be much easier for him to attack me when I was young."

"Unless..." She suddenly thought of something, "He came to me because I am in BAU and have more opportunities to get in touch with various cases."

"So...he didn't want to hurt you." Jessie looked at Elle, "he wanted to send you a message..."

"The real murderer is still at large?"

The two fell into silence, looking out the window, speechless for a while.

Elle turned off the light, leaned against Jessie's arms in the dark, held her, and absorbed the warmth of her body.

"I'm here." Jessie put Elle's hand in her palm. "If there is any monster lurking in the dark that wants to move around, I will definitely use a scalpel to make him die ugly."

The person in his arms chuckled softly, "I'm so lucky to meet you."

"Me too."

The Center Stage Theater is located in the bustling area of ​​Washington Street. A group of people are waiting for Hotch and Rossi at the door. There are bright lights dotted with diamonds above their heads. The lights are feasting and feasting. Several people are looking at the door excitedly.

"It's been a long time since I've been so close to an entertainment venue." Holding a cup of coffee, JJ couldn't hide the joy in his voice, "Staying in the office all day, I almost forgot what the store on Fifth Street looked like... "

"Hey, big guy." Reid wore a purple scarf, "The most mysterious thing in the opera house is not behind the curtain, but all kinds of legends about murders..."

"Oh...Reid." Elle pretended to be annoyed, "Don't scare us."

"I'm serious..." Reid said hastily, "From the 18th century to the present, there are hundreds of theater crime records that have been published. case, but draws on dozens of real crime records and literature..."

"The "initiator" of modern theater crimes is the assassination of Lincoln at the Ford Theater." Morgan stopped Reid at the right time.

"You stole my words..."

A young woman in a small beige dress came from the corner of the street, passing by a few laughing people.

Jessie felt that this person was familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen it before. She was in a daze when someone squeezed her waist hard.

She groaned in pain, and saw Elle's scrutinizing eyes, and the expectant eyes of the rest of the melon eaters.

"I was in a daze for 1 minute and 12 seconds." Emily looked away from the watch, "You're done this time..."

"I just feel like I've seen that person somewhere?" Jessie hurriedly explained.

"When have you seen such a beautiful girl?" Elle was a little jealous, "Why didn't I know?"

"Is it beautiful? The smell of perfume is so strong..." The little doctor muttered, and the strong desire to survive made several people feel a little funny.

"It's not a good thing to be familiar with FBI agents." Rossi and Hotch walked over, "Sorry for being late, I took care of a few jobs temporarily, let's go in."

"Is she a criminal?" Elle asked Jessie, her tone still jealous.

"Probably..." Jessie scratched her head, "Let me recall it again." Elle grabbed her ear unexpectedly, "Do you still dare to think about her?"

"Don't dare..." Jessie couldn't laugh or cry about Elle's ability to understand.

After entering the theater and taking their seats, several people discovered that the woman in a dress just now happened to be sitting next to Hotch.

"How?" Morgan winked at Elle, "Want to switch seats with Hotch?"

"Fuck you..." Elle squinted, "Be careful I kick your ass on the spot..."

The woman in the front row laughed softly when she heard their speech.The lights were dimmed, and Jessie saw the woman's profile through the light on the curtain.

It turned out to be her. Jessie's eyes kept blinking in the theater. From this angle, the profile of the woman and Hotch overlapped at a strange angle, reflecting the dotted lights on the stage.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, she held her breath and asked Elle who was leaning on her in a low voice, "Look, Hotch is a good match for that person."

Elle squinted her eyes for a while, "It's a good match." She put her arm around Jessie.

"But not as good as the two of us."

Seeing that Hotch is in a bad mood recently, JJ specially bought a light comedy to let Hotch relax.However, the effect is minimal. As soon as Hotch stepped into the theater, he remembered bits and pieces related to Haley... The past came to his mind, and his brow furrowed even tighter.

"Why are you keeping a straight face? Isn't it good-looking?" A nice female voice sounded, bringing Hotch back to reality from the distant memory.

He regained his composure, and saw the beautiful face of the woman in front of him, her eyes staring straight at him.

"Uncle, are you broken in love? This look is not suitable for watching comedies..."

The woman's voice is so low that most people around her can't hear her.

But she is surrounded by FBI...

The gossip team with sharp ears, oh no, the BAU team, suddenly came to their senses, listening intently to the gossip of their team leader...

Hotch smiled. "My wife and I met at the drama club."

"So every time I watch a drama in the future, I will think of her."

The woman beside her was stunned, "You are quite infatuated... You are such a rare man."

"But she left me." Hotch smiled wryly, "I first met her in junior year..."

"Campus romance..." Elle whispered to Jessie behind her ear.

"I was wandering the corridors and I ran into a drama club rehearsing. Then I met her and I knew..." Hotch trailed off.

"I knew I would marry her."

"What happened next?" the woman asked.

"Then I joined the drama club and became the worst pirate No. 4 in "Pirates of Benzhans" ever." Hotch couldn't help laughing at himself.

The woman gathered the shawl on her body, looked at Hotch in a black suit, "I can't imagine you playing a pirate."

"Love is blind." Hotch sighed.The curtain has ended, and the guests left in twos and threes.

"It was a pleasure chatting with you." Hotch stood up and smiled gracefully, "Aren't you afraid of danger when you go home alone?"

"If you send me, I don't think I'm afraid."

Hotch blushed for a moment when he was turned against the general.

"Just kidding." The woman couldn't help laughing, "I have a driver to pick me up."

"See you next time...Hotch." She looked back and smiled sweetly, "I heard your colleagues call you that."

"You're the first man I won't be disappointed in."

"You're the first man I won't be disappointed..." Morgan imitated, "JJ's ticket is really good, oh no, the seating arrangement is really good."

Hotch glanced at a few people, then returned to his poker face, "What's so funny?"

"Don't pay attention to him." Rossi waved his hand, "I'll tell you from experience, he's just shy."

"Oh..." Several people agreed meaningfully.

Jessie watched the woman's figure melt into the darkness, and a line from "The Phantom of the Opera" came to mind.

How easy it is to camouflage in the dark.

"I didn't think that he and Haley formed a bond because of the theater." JJ sighed as he walked on the street, "At first I was worried that touching the scene would exacerbate his sadness, but fortunately, we can start a new encounter, It might be a good thing for Hotch."

"What if..." Jessie hesitated for a while, but still said, "What if that person becomes a murderer soon?"

Several people stopped and looked at Jessie.

"No way..." Emily came to her senses first, "You really know her identity..."

Jessie was also very conflicted, "I don't know when she fell, at least not now..."

"Then... For Hotch's happiness, shouldn't we take precautions?" Emily looked at Jessie, "Let's pay more attention to this person, maybe she won't be so determined to choose that path."

"Maybe she has already thought about it." Elle pulled the little doctor, "Stop thinking about it, and leave the matter of this beauty to HotchFather, and we will leave it alone..."

The author has something to say: The next chapter, Foyet, will be online~

☆、Boston Butcher