[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Hotch was driving to Friandise, where he had ordered a cake—Viola's birthday cake.

Viola is now in the shopping mall with the girls. They just found out about a case, and it happened to be Viola's birthday, so they used the excuse to go out to play.

Originally, Viola suggested whether we should go out to get together at night, but she wanted to take care of Henry, who was about to turn one year old, at home, and Emily was in the running-in period with her new pet cat. Garcia and her boyfriend There are also appointments, and everyone can't make up the time.

However, it's okay for the three of them to really spare time. In fact, they just don't want to disturb their big boss's relationship.

On such a day, it is rare not to have to deal with a case, and it would be too much for them to disturb the two-person world of Hotch and Viola.

Therefore, they set the time for shopping in the afternoon.

Hotch kept one thing from Viola, literally, he didn't tell anyone.

Because even now, he is not sure whether his decision is correct, but he still finished this matter in a strange way.

Going to Friandise to pick up the cake today is secondary, he has a more important thing to do.

There was a long queue in Friandise's store as usual. Hotch bypassed the crowd and came to the clerk. He pre-collected the goods, so he didn't have to line up with the people who bought now.

"Ah, Mr. Hoter, good afternoon." Teddy, the clerk, smiled when he saw the man. Because of Viola's relationship, all the clerks inside knew Hotch, "I'm here to pick up Viola's birthday cake."

Hotch nodded and handed over the pre-pickup form.

Teddy took the order and asked Hotch to wait a while, and he went inside to get the cake.

But after a while, Teddy came out, holding a small box in his hand.

Hotch ordered a six-inch square cake with Viola's favorite chocolate mousse.As for why you didn't order a larger size, it was because it was just the two of them eating, and ordering a larger size was wasteful.

Although, Hotch felt that even if he was really booked, Viola would show him what is called real strength.

Got the cake, logically he should have left, but Hotch didn't.

"Mr. Hoter, is there anything else you can do?" Teddy asked with some doubts.

"Is Mrs. Powell there?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, in the lounge at the back, what do you want her to do?"

Hotch nodded yes.

"Wait, I'll go find Mrs. Powell."

Hotch was waiting in a corner of the store for a while. The pianos in the store were wiped every day, and they looked extremely clean, without even a trace of dust.

"Mr. Hoter." A slightly old but gentle voice sounded from behind.

He turned around, and the old man stood behind him, smiling softly.

For some reason, Amelia looks much older. Although she looks energetic and happy, the tiredness in her eyes cannot escape the eyes of the profiler.

Her face was a little pale, her lips were a little paler, and the white in her hair looked much more than before.

She wasn't like that when Hotch came to her a few months ago.

This made him frown slightly, but he didn't dare to ask.

"It's in my car, you can go get it with me." Amelia didn't notice the hesitation in Hotch's expression. After all, he always has an expression, and people who aren't familiar with him can't see the subtleties in it. Variety.

"Okay." That was all he could answer first.

There was no parking space at the gate of Friandise, and the two of them parked their cars in a public parking lot not far away, and it took them a while to walk there.

Amelia's pace slowed down, and she coughed a few times after taking a few steps, but this time she seemed to finally realize Hotch's concern.

She took the initiative to speak with a smile.

"It's just that I'm getting old, and my fever hasn't cleared up a while ago. Mr. Hoter doesn't have to look so worried." She comforted the detective.

"Please take care of yourself." Seeing that it was not a serious illness, Hotch felt a little relieved.

"Oh, it's really old and useless," Amelia joked to herself, "I've been unsteady when playing the piano recently."

After chatting a few words back and forth, they walked into the parking lot without knowing it.

The two came to Amelia's car. The old man opened the trunk and took out a rectangular box half a person's height from it.

Hotch immediately gave her a hand in case the old man lost his footing and fell.

"You put so much effort into it, I think Miss Mill will be very happy." Amelia said.

Hotch smiled slightly and replied, "I hope she doesn't think I'm doing too much."

In fact, he was a little apprehensive about it.

"By the way," Amelia took out two bills from her pocket and handed them over, "Here you are."

"This is...?" Hotch didn't take the ticket, but cast a puzzled look first.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Amelia raised her eyebrows, and forcefully stuffed the ticket into his hand.

"If you have time, take Viola to listen to it, I think she will like it."

Only then did Hotch see clearly what the ticket in his hand was.

"Don't refuse, it's my birthday present for her." Amelia said with a tough look.

He laughed a little, nodded, and said seriously: "Thank you."

*****

Viola was holding a lot of paper bags with both hands, and she was a little too happy shopping today, and the other female detectives would always cheer her up when she was struggling to buy them.

The result is what it looks like.

Due to the condition of her hands, she couldn't take out the keys at all, so she could only press the doorbell with great difficulty.

After a while, the door opened, and the person who opened the door was startled by the things in her hands, and then showed a helpless smile.

"I'll do it." He habitually reached out and took what was in her hand.

Viola smiled a little embarrassedly, and walked into the room while passing the things over.

Together, the two of them took out the purchased things from the paper bag and tidied them up a bit.

Most of them are daily necessities. When some decorations are brought out, Viola finds a good place to put them. She has already thought about where to put them when she bought them.

There were also some kitchen tools that Hotch took and put in the kitchen cabinets.

When he turned back to the living room, Viola was already slumped on the sofa, and he laughed.

"Do you want to order takeaway tonight?" Since you are already tired like this.

Hotch didn't say the second half of the sentence, and Viola knew what he meant.

He also sat on the sofa, propped up Viola's body, and asked her to sit upright before rubbing her shoulders.

"It's okay, just make something simple." She didn't want to eat takeaway on her birthday.

"Okay," he replied, "I'll help."

Just let her be happy.

After resting for a while, Viola and Hotch worked together to cook a simple but delicious dinner.

The dessert is of course Viola's birthday cake.

Viola originally wanted to cut the cake at the dining table and just eat it, but Hotch suddenly insisted on her moving into the living room.

She was pulled by someone with some doubts, and then sat on the sofa.

"Close your eyes," Hotch said softly.

"What's the matter, so mysterious?" Although she said so, she still closed her eyes with a smile.

"Don't open your eyes until I say open them, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed, laughing, "so what's going on?"

This man suddenly started such a romantic drama, which made her really uncomfortable.

"wait for me a bit."

She could hear Hotch leave, and when he came back, his feet were a little heavier, as if he was carrying something.

Viola heard a muffled sound when something landed lightly, and the smile on her face suddenly faded a little.

It was not the sound that ordinary objects would make when they were placed on the ground, and she knew what it was.

"Aaron, what did you take?" She pursed her lips and asked, feeling a little flustered.

The man seemed to be walking over, he took her hand lightly, and said softly, "Open your eyes."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. When she saw what was erected in the living room, she froze in place.

In front of Viola stood a brand new cello, with a dark brown body, a smooth surface, and even the curvature of the body was exactly the same as her damaged one.

Her eyes were a little dazed, and when her eyes became hot, she knew that this was definitely not her piano.

Because the piano is still lying in the piano case and kept in her villa.

So this is...

She turned her head to look at the man holding her hand, and asked in a daze, "This is impossible... Qin... I..." She began to speak incoherently.

"This is not your violin." He explained, with some caution in his tone.

"I know." She spoke quickly, and grabbed the man's hand tightly.

Hotch breathed a sigh of relief and began to explain to him.

About a few months ago, he had noticed that Viola couldn't get rid of the shadow of the damaged cello.

She had failed to protect the gift her mother left her, which made her feel guilty all the time.

But Hotch knew that blindly avoiding it would make Viola regret it sooner or later.

He didn't want to see that day come.

At the beginning, he wanted to find someone to see if there was really no possibility of repairing the damaged cello.

Among the people he knew, only Friandise's shop manager's wife knew about this convenience, so he took the photo to visit Amelia.

After Amelia saw the tragic state of the cello in the photo, she could only tell him regretfully that it was true that there might not be any restoration at all.

However, this is also when the turning point occurs.

Amelia recognized the master who made this cello, and told Hotch that she could try to contact the master to see if she could recreate a similar one.

Hotch is very lucky that the master still remembers this piano.

Viola's mother is his friend, and he still remembers the cello she made for her friend's daughter.

He agreed to Hotch's request and spent more than three months building this brand new cello.

"I know, I can't replace your mother." He looked into Viola's red eyes with a gentle expression.

"That's never going to be possible."

"But..." Hotch raised his hand and stroked Viola's cheek gently.

"I still want you to be happy."

"...Do you think I'm doing too much?" He asked cautiously.

Viola shook her head vigorously, her voice was a little choked up: "No, how is it possible."

She had to admit that she was lost and unable to extricate herself.

She lost the thing she should protect the most. Is this a sign that she is not suitable to persevere on this path.

She also gradually began to feel that her behavior over the years was ridiculous.

He has long embarked on the road of revenge for his parents and became an FBI agent, but in his heart, he actually dreams that one day he can return to the place he really yearns for.

Maybe God also felt that she was craving too much and had reached the point of greed, so he sent such a punishment.

She lingered in her heart, about to let go completely, the unwillingness and regret in her heart seemed to overflow.

It was he who changed all that.

She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Hotch's mouth, and the tears fell in vain.

"Thank you."

For you and all that you have done.

The author has something to say: Fa Tang Fa Tang (Happy)

There are almost 1-2 chapters of daily life_(:з」∠)_See how much I can write

I'm going to start pushing the timeline like crazy again

Characters in this chapter

Amelia·Powell, the wife of the owner of the Friandise dessert shop, has outstanding piano skills, but is unknown

Clerk at Teddy Friandise Dessert Shop

Thanks to the two little angels Muli Qinchuan and Yuma for mine, love you (づ￣3￣)づ