[Comprehensive British and American] Vector of love

The plane slowly entered the clouds, Trista hugged Rhett's arm, pillowed on his chest, and fell asleep recklessly.

Rossi and Morgan also smiled unscrupulously, with a sense of stability that the younger brother/son has finally settled for the rest of his life.Only Hotchina was a little more serious, but he was also happy for him in his heart. Even the office romance still needs to be reminded. After all, this is the FBI, not a private enterprise.

Back at BAU, everyone started to struggle with paperwork again.Only Rhett and Trista completed it easily.

"When are we going to see JJ and her baby?" Trista put away her pen, carried her bag, held the suitcase with one hand, and held Rhett's hand with the other.

"Oh, let's go with Garcia and the others. JJ also needs to prepare first." Reid has always waited for notification from others, and he hasn't taken the initiative yet.

"Ah, yes, there are so many people, we need to prepare well." Trista nodded, and walked to the garage with Rhett.

"Then..., weekend..." Rhett swallowed, and he started to sweat while holding Trista's hand.He also knows that girls can't be allowed to take the initiative all the time, he also needs to take the initiative for a while.The day after tomorrow is the weekend, they have to go on a date or something.

"By the way, I'm going to New York this weekend to meet my dad." Trista already has an appointment, and she and Riise have already made an appointment to learn marksmanship this weekend.And Finch also said that he found a female coach for her to practice free kick.

"Well, okay, you go." Rhett licked his lips, unexpectedly, he ran into his father-in-law unexpectedly.

Trista turned her head to look at him, she smiled and stretched out her hand to pinch his face, "I'll accompany you next weekend, how about we go to the library? I have a colleague who works in a private library, we You can go there, no one else will disturb you."

Rhett opened his mouth, he actually wanted to read a book at home with her.But when she said that, he could only nod.

Trista went to New York that night. She changed into a small dress and went to dinner with Finch.Every time Finch would look for a very high-end restaurant, the one with the greatest guarantee of personal privacy.

At first Trista thought he was just more private, but this time she felt that Finch seemed to be doing it for herself.

Finch is a very mysterious person, but in front of Trista, he is a loving father.The flicker in his eyes reminded her of that dream.

Why is Claire so scared?Why does Finch's eyes look nothing like a husband's?

Trista had tried to ignore the problem, she wasn't one to plan too much for the future, and she didn't care too much about the dangers lurking around her.But after entering the FBI and being in contact with so many horrible people and things, she also became a little suspicious.

"Maybe it's because I've been in BAU for a long time, and I always feel that the world is so dangerous." Trista said jokingly, like a daughter talking to her father about her troubles.

"If you want to change jobs, I can help." Finch lowered his head, cutting the steak on the plate.

Trista couldn't see his expression, but he cut the steak obviously intensified, and the plate creaked when he cut it.

"I don't want to change. How many jobs can I fall in love with?" Trista laughed and started talking about Rhett.

With an invisible smile, Finch silently listened to what Trista said.

"Although this job is not particularly dangerous, it's Morgan's job to kick doors and shoot things, but I think, at least I have to run fast. When danger comes, I can at least avoid it. "Trista didn't eat much today, not because the food wasn't delicious enough, but because she was preparing for tomorrow.

Riise is a tough guy at first glance, and training with him must be torture.

"Don't worry, I believe...your boyfriend will definitely protect you." Finch raised his head, and he looked at Trista with a firm look in his eyes.

Trista also looked at him, but she felt that he was not looking at her, but her own face.

He must have thought of her mother, Claire.

Trista dare not delve into the story behind this now.She always felt that once she knew too much, the happy days would be far away.

The next day, Trista put on some light clothing and went to the shooting range.This shooting range is contracted by Finch, and no one else will disturb his precious daughter's gun practice.

Contrary to Trista's expectations, Riise was very gentle and taught her how to shoot.But at the same time he kept enough distance that she wouldn't be embarrassed.

"For novices, the most easily overlooked problem is the recoil. You have to remember that the recoil may kill you." Risessh held Trista's wrist, reminding her what needs to be paid attention to .

Trista nodded, and fired at Riise's instruction.

Sure enough, just as Riise said, the recoil of the gun made Trista's shoulders lift up, her fingers lost force, and the gun body was about to fall out of her hand.

Riise reached out to help her hold down the gun, and quickly stabilized the situation, "That's what I'm talking about."

"Aw!" Trista yelled just now. She really didn't expect that shooting a gun turned out to be such a terrible thing. It was obvious that Morgan and Rhett were very relaxed.

"Just get used to it." Looking at Trista, Riise couldn't help showing a fatherly smile.

Trista's talent is not bad, after a day of practice, she was able to hit the target.And Riise is also very careful, this day is not sad, she is a little excited.

What she needs to practice on Sunday is fighting. The coach Finch found for her is none other than Xiao.

Trista looked at the expressionless beauty and greeted her with a silly smile.

"Put it on." Xiao directly threw two gloves to Trista, without any intention of greeting.

"Don't you need to warm up first?" Trista took it and put it on her somewhat slender wrist.

"Do you think the person who wants to kill you will give you a chance to warm up?" Xiao didn't even do warm-up exercises, and he didn't even move his shoulder joints.

"Well, yes." Trista nodded and was immediately convinced by her.

"No matter what kind of moves, what kind of martial arts sect, if you can't kill people, it's a waste." Xiao put on his gloves and slapped him twice, "Since the purpose of your practice is to save your life, then I will only teach you one A deadly move."

"One-hit kill?" Trista couldn't help shaking, she really didn't practice for killing people.

"If you can't kill yourself with one shot, you can only wait to die. With a figure like yours, I can cut it in half." Xiao was not kidding. She looked at Trista's thin arms and legs and knew her Power is poor.

"..." Trista opened her mouth, and there was no room for rebuttal.

At the end of the day, Trista felt that she was about to be beaten into rice cakes.But Xiao was still very considerate and didn't slap her in the face.

Back in Washington, bruised and blue, Trista lay on the sofa and did not move.

The phone rang, and she glanced at Rhett's phone, jumped up immediately, and answered, "Hello, honey, where are you?"

"I'm at home." Of course Rhett couldn't be at her door, he didn't even know when she would come back.It's just that he wanted to ask her how the weekend was going.

"I'm hungry, let's go eat." Trista originally wanted to take a shower and go to sleep, but he had already called, and he must seize the opportunity.

"Okay, I'll come over." Reid had been reading books at home for two days, and he immediately pushed away the pile of books on his body.

"No, I'll come, I'll drive." Trista couldn't wait any longer, she grabbed the car keys and went out the door.

All the way to the door of Rhett's apartment, Trista's car door stopped in front of him as precisely as a subway, "Good evening, Spencer."

"It seems that you had a good weekend." Seeing her smiling all over her face, Rhett felt that she must have had a much happier time than himself.

"No, look!" Trista rolled up her sleeves, letting him see her scars.

"Oh, didn't you see Dad on the weekend?" Rhett was taken aback. He reached out and gently held her wrist.It's a pity that she can draw so many beautiful pictures with such a beautiful hand.

"My dad thought it was too dangerous for me to work in the FBI, so he found me a fighting instructor." Trista immediately blamed Finch, and she didn't want Rhett to think that she was a masochist.

"Well, this is a good consideration. We are dangerous when we work, and I can't be by your side all the time, and I'm not like Morgan, who can guarantee you are completely safe." Reid frowned slightly, He saw the faint scars on Trista's hands.That was the memory she left behind during the last killer whale game.Although it is already very light, but you can still see the whale if you get close.

Trista laughed. Although what he said was not romantic at all, it was comfortable to hear.She tilted her head, stretched her neck, and kissed him on the lips, "I miss you so much."

"Me too." Rhett took a breath, turned his face and kissed her too.

In the past two days, he didn't just read books, he cheered himself up.Cherish what is in front of you, live in the moment, he has learned this bloody lesson, now all he needs is a little courage.

Satisfied, Trista drove to a restaurant where they had dinner together.

"Wait a minute..." Rhett wiped his mouth and mustered up his courage again.

"Let's go buy gifts for JJ's child later. Garcia said that we will go to her house to look after the baby next weekend. You see, we are so busy at work. If there is a sudden case, we will definitely not have time to go shopping." Trista cut off his courage. She received a message from Garcia during the meal, and she had such a shopping plan on the spur of the moment.

"Oh, well, let's go buy diapers." Rhett immediately lowered his head, which was different from what was expected.

Falling in love is really too troublesome, and it doesn't follow his profile.

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