[CM] THE CASE

No one can swear to be perfect, in the end all we can promise is to love each other deeply and give everything. - "How I Met Your Mother"

When they caught the murderer, the woman was riding on the man's body, and the sharp knife in her hand was within two centimeters of the deadly artery.

The woman has gorgeous makeup, a red dress that looks blood-stained, and her bright red lips are nervously stiff, showing a weird smile.Even if she was pointed at by the FBI's gun, her hand was still steady, but her voice was not.

"What do you want?" Sarah asked.

Morgan advised, "I just want you to put the knife down."

It's a pity that she was not moved by it: "Really?"

Everyone saw the tears in her eyes and the hateful smile on her lips.

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

Bill suddenly gestured behind him.He put away his gun, raised his empty hands, and called her name: "Sarah, my name is William Lamontagnes Jr., do you know my dad?"

The woman's expression froze, and finally there was a little emotion in her eyes.She is no longer trapped in hatred and anger, this name is like a key, opening her tightly locked heart.

"Yes, yes," Bill said, his hand down, a gesture for her to be calm and safe.

"You trust him, so trust me too."

The woman was finally willing to turn her head to look at him, her black hair covered half of her face, like some kind of deadly ghost.

Sarah asked hoarsely, "Where is he?"

Those letters turned out not to be a complete imitation, but she was confiding her heart to the only person who had reached out to her.

Bill looked at her. "Killed in the hurricane."

The tear finally rolled out of her eyes, and she stared blankly at the young man in front of her, trying to find some familiar outlines from that face.

"Come here, it's over."

Sarah followed his gaze, her hand was still clenched tightly on the knife, then, trembling, she let go of her fingers one by one, and the handle of the knife trembled in his palm.

Bill snatched the knife quickly, then supported her, and handcuffed her.

This case is now completely over.

Reid put the gun down, but his heart was not at all relaxed.

Tragedy is never a one-person drama, and the drama of the victim becoming the perpetrator seems to be constantly being staged.But if the victim has access to redress, why should he pick up a sharp weapon and take revenge by himself?

Ethan was playing at the bar they'd been to before, and Reid grabbed a glass of wine and looked at the old friend through the crowd.

Ethan looked calm. Sometimes Reid can't understand him very much, because he is an excellent person with great talent in psychology, but when he was one step away from BAU, he chose to turn around and leave.

So is Griffith.

But Reid was really happy for Ethan from the bottom of his heart.

Gideon sat down next to Reid: "Good evening."

Reid wasn't surprised by his arrival; they really should have a good talk.

"Morgan told me you were anxious," Gideon said. "Want to talk?"

Reid bit his lower lip, he didn't want to talk about relationship with his mentor.

Gideon waited for him politely for more than ten seconds, and smiled: "I guess you don't want to either."

"Generally speaking, intimacy will not affect your work status, it will affect your work, only your own mentality." Gideon said lightly, "Before we focused on Griffith and ignored you. We all have lows Period, there are times when you want to take a breath."

Reid shook the cup in his hand, but didn't answer.

Gideon turned to the stands: "Your friend is very nice."

The music entered a climax, and Ethan swayed to the melody, intoxicated by it.

"I missed that flight on purpose," Reid admitted suddenly, as if admitting a typo in a paper—a low-level, childish mistake.

But Gideon didn't care: "I know."

Reid smiled slightly.

"You know, intimacy is not bound together all the time." Gideon said suddenly, "The exchange of hearts between lovers is not knowledge. Even if you are not in the same field, you can get along well. As for your respective concerns, It's a knot in your heart. It can only be untied by yourself." When he said this, he smiled: "But these things are just theories that everyone knows. Everyone knows the truth of being a human being. , but who can really be a good man?"

Gideon patted his hand: "Go back and have a good chat."

Reid lowered his eyes: "I won't ever again."

They all know what it's a guarantee of.

They smiled at each other and enjoyed the music together.

"Please show me this, thank you."

The shopping guide took out the ring and said enthusiastically, "This one is relatively simple and very suitable for you."

"It wasn't for me, it was for my ... friend," Griffith said.

The shopping guide was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression on her face—a ring for a male friend?

When Griffith said it, he was a little embarrassed, but fortunately, the shopping guide lady was a person who had seen the market, and quickly reacted, maintaining a smiling face with a very high professional quality, and recommended: "This model is very popular, because the design is not good. It’s cumbersome and great for everyday wear. And we’re doing an event recently, so there’s a discount for a pair.”

Griffith glanced at the "Couple Discount" on the event poster, and was amazed at the girl's EQ.

However, he buys things as he pleases, as long as it suits his eyes and the price is within the budget, he can basically pay for it and pack it, and it is the same this time.He smiled as he packed the small box into his satchel.

It seems to have made a very important decision very casually, but I don't regret it.

Winter is finally coming to an end, and we can see a little bit of spring from the newly sprouted green shoots on the branches.

The heavy winter clothes had already been stored deep in the closet. Griffith didn't bring suitable clothes when he was hospitalized, so he went out today to buy a few, and took lunch outside by the way.While sitting on the return bus, Griffith received a call from Reid.

Reid put the suitcase next to the entrance, aggrieved to the phone: "Where are you?"

I was very excited on the road, thinking that I could see Griffith when I got home, but there was no popularity at all when I got home.

Griffith didn't expect him to come back so early: "I'm in the car, I'll be right there. You came back today? Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

Reid really didn't want to say that he wanted to surprise him, so he hesitated and said, "I forgot, why did you go out?"

Even though they will meet soon, Reid still doesn't want to hang up the phone.

"Come out to buy two clothes." Griffith said, "By the way, you just came back, and I have something to discuss with you."

Reid was afraid that he would ask for the key again, so he asked guiltyly, "What's the matter?"

Griffith felt that it was inconvenient to talk on the phone, so he said, "We'll talk about it when we go back."

Ten minutes after the call, the door opened from the inside as Griffith's key was inserted in the lock. Reid's eyes brightened: "Come in."

Griffith noticed the tired look on his face first.The case just ended yesterday, and today he was catching a plane to fly back. Even though he seemed to be in a good mood, Griffith couldn't help but push him into the room: "You go to bed first..."

Then he was held in someone's arms, and the shopping bags in his hands fell to the ground.

Reid buried himself in his shoulder and whispered, "I miss you."

Griffith kissed him. "Me too."

So the good talk was postponed again, Griffith pressed Reid to sleep, Reid didn't know what happened today, so Griffith must accompany him. Griffith sighed, having fallen asleep with him without knowing it.

Then he was woken up by Reid.

Reid's hair was messed up, but his expression was flustered: "Get up, get up quickly."

Griffith was confused: "What time is it?"

"Six o'clock, it's too late!"

Griffith's still-awake mind subconsciously asked, "What's too late?"

Reid was surprised that he almost slipped the tongue, and made up a half-truth and half-lie: "Our date is running out of time."

Griffith wonders, who's on a date tonight and has he booked a candlelight dinner?Then, he finally remembered something and was more flustered than Reid: "Wait, today? But..."

Reid went into the bathroom, and Griffith yelled into the bathroom as he was getting dressed, "We should talk!"

Reid stuck his head out with a comb and said, "What about?" and went back.

"You haven't told me your worst fears." Griffith looked down for a sock and couldn't help but say, "Aren't you married?"

"I have nothing to worry about." Reid's voice was indistinct. "Your socks should be in pairs."

"You have." Griffith put on his socks and slippers and climbed out of bed.

"You've been worried about what schizophrenia is doing to you, haven't you?"

Reid's hand trembled, he almost dropped the razor: "No."

"Look me in the eyes and say it again." Griffith stood behind him, staring at him in the mirror.

Reid stared into his eyes, unable to speak.

"Please, let's not talk about that today."

"Must say it today!" Griffith said forcefully like the day he found out Reid was taking drugs, "Otherwise I wouldn't have left the apartment!"

Reid glanced at the time, gritted his teeth, and picked him up.

It used to be a bit difficult to hold him, but Griffith lost a lot of weight some time ago. Not only was Reid able to hold him up, but his walking was not affected much. Instead, Griffith was scared enough: "Spencer Reid, are you crazy? Let me down!"

"I do not."

When they walked to the living room, Griffith suddenly remembered something, and compromised: "Put me down, I'll go with you."

So they left the apartment, and Griffith obediently followed him into the taxi, fearing that he would carry him on the street if he didn't agree with each other.

Griffith's apartment wasn't too close, and it was rush hour. Reid's cell phone kept vibrating, and he kept sending messages with a sad face, because there was a driver, and Griffith didn't want to talk about too personal topics.It wasn't until the door of the apartment that Griffith had a chance to grab Reid and said seriously, "I want to go to Las Vegas with you."

Reid looked up sharply: "What did you say?"

Griffith looked at him helplessly: "Spence, I want to meet Diana, your mother."

"You don't go to see her, is it because you are afraid that seeing her will remind you of your future? Are you afraid that, like her, you will be left in a nursing home and take a lot of medicine, but you still can't control yourself?"

Reid's lip color turned pale instantly: "I don't."

"—or are you afraid that I will leave you like your father left your mother?"

Reid stopped talking.

"I know that none of us grew up in a perfect family, and we don't know what a normal, healthy relationship looks like. If we have conflicts, it must be the fault of both parties," Griffith said. "But the elephant in the room is always there, and we're not going to make progress."

"I don't know what I have to do to make you feel at ease. I know the oath sounds fake to you, but," Griffith pressed his index finger to Reid's lips, "I love you, and if one day you can't remember things, put I forgot, I will tell you over and over again, my name is Foster Griffith and I am your lover."

Reid's eyes widened.

Griffith withdrew his hand and pulled a small box from his pocket. Reid took a look, his heart beating faster than ever.

"We don't have a marriage certificate, and we don't have legal protection, but this is a testimony, an agreement." Griffith opened the box, and a ring with broken diamonds was quietly surrounded by velvet, shining like a clear diamond. sincere.

"I may not love you as much as you love me, are you willing to wait for me? I will love you more and more every day."

Griffith put the ring on Reid's hand, and Reid saw a similar ring on his hand.He couldn't say anything, the door of the apartment opened suddenly, the sound of hand salutes exploded in his ears, and his colleagues were saying "congratulations" - originally congratulations on Griffith's discharge from the hospital, at this moment, there was more meaning.

Confetti fell one after another, and Reid hugged him tightly in the sound of booing.

"I am willing."

It turns out that these three words are such a sweet promise.

The author has something to say: it's over~

I didn't expect it to end today. This is the ending I've always wanted, but today, I can finally write it out without regret.This is my first finished long story, because I have been cooing for so long, and I have been dragging it until now.I know it's not perfect, because there was no outline when I first wrote it, and the copywriting was very casual. The friends who can catch up are warriors. Here, I would like to thank you for your love and tolerance.

I like Criminal Minds very much, and I like the genius Reid very much, so I have this article. (Of course, there are also those who can’t help but cut their own legs because they were tricked by other wives.) I also know that you all met me because you like CM. I am very happy to have your support for this article. I also feel sorry for everyone.If anyone likes my text, you are welcome to read my short stories.As for the future, I probably won't be in JJ anymore, if there is a fate, I will meet you at cp.

Goodbye Jianghu~