[CM] THE CASE

The hardest thing to find and the easiest to lose in the world is a friend. - Webster

It was surrounded by a isolation belt, the secret that belonged to him.Strange men walk and talk in his territory, snatching his treasures.

Even... not even the one he put on the tree was spared.

His eyes were wide, his lungs squeezed with rage, and he was breathing hard like an angry bull.

How could these people invade his territory!These obviously belong to him!Those beautiful belongings are obviously his!They are the most loyal, and they will never betray!

The man's fingers tightened slowly, strangling the doll's throat.The doll's neck was twisted into a strange arc, but the mouth sewn with black thread was still smiling.The man let go of his hand as if awakened, and eagerly comforted the doll: "Hi, are you okay? I'm sorry I was too excited, maybe I'm a little angry..."

The man stroked the doll's long brown hair made of wool.The corners of the white skirt were fuzzy, and there was a light stain on his hand.The blue eyes seem to have been painted on with an oil-based pen, and the color has faded over time, and it has been painted many times.The doll is not big, about the same size as Mr. Bean's puppet bear, and can be completely held by a grown man's hand.But the young man just held it with both hands, like a child.

He said the words of apology upside down many times, and the eyes of the baby stared at him quietly, as if he saw forgiveness in it.The man happily placed a soft kiss on its forehead, and the faint and decadent smell of perfume comforted him.

"You will stay with me forever, not like them, right?" the young man whispered softly, "Death is eternal, just like you said."

Griffith was acting normal this time, or so Gideon had thought so far.He didn't get distracted, he was very efficient, he didn't drink coffee - this is really a good habit, Reid always consumes too much cum - and his attitude towards his colleagues was not so restrained, probably because he was familiar with him a lot.

Gideon thought with satisfaction, even if Griffith wasn't going to reveal his secret, that's okay, who doesn't have a little privacy?As long as he can do a good job.

Griffith hadn't noticed at all that he had just been complimented by the second boss of the BAU, albeit silently, his eyes following the file.

As Garcia said, the computers here are underdeveloped, and the documents are basically written.At this time, Reid genius is the best choice, but unfortunately he went to the crime scene to do math problems.No matter how talented he is, it's impossible for Reid to know how to perform sex surgery.So the reading was left to Griffith.

Griffith put the material he had just read on his left hand side. Hotch asked to look at all the cases in the past ten years to find cases related to women, white skirts, etc.But it has to be said that the effect was minimal.Who has nothing to do to record what skirts other people wear?He looked up, freeing himself from the black text on a white background.Not far away, Greenaway was chatting with the police officer, hoping to find some folklore - these legends always have a source, maybe there will be some clues.And in such a small place, stories and rumors travel faster than their internet speed.

The police station is not big, and there are only five police officers.There was only one female detective, arguing with Hotch in her office right now.

"I don't agree." The detective refused. "You don't know how much impact this will have on the town!"

Hotch looked troubled: "But that's what we do, ma'am."

"I know, and I understand. But it's going to cause panic." The detective sighed deeply.

They have to argue over whether to post profiles to the masses. Hotch hoped to pressure the suspect into showing off, but the detective disagreed.She thought it would have a bad effect on some people.

"This town, she has suffered enough." The woman looked out of the police station through the shutters, where there was a large cornfield, "We have never encountered such a situation, murderers, necrophilia, everyone Everyone is panicking. Profiling will help, I know, but it will also give people a direction. People are already starting to suspect each other, and if your profiling misleads them ... we can no longer afford that.”

Of course Hotch knew.But they have already exerted a certain amount of pressure on the unknown person, and striking while the iron is hot should be the most effective method. Hotch had to persuade again: "Ma'am, we will not publish the profile hastily. I promise that our profile will not incite the masses, nor will it mislead them."

"Can you guarantee that there is no risk at all?" the detective asked, looking into his eyes.

"...Sorry, no. But everything has risks."

"But we really can't take any more risks. I know that's probably the best way, but...we can't have what-ifs." The detective said wearily, "Thank you, sorry, I still disagree."

"I understand your concern, ma'am. But do you think the risk of letting a murderer out and no one knows is high, or is the risk of people panicking but wary?" Hotch asked calmly, "I still hope you can Seriously think again, we have the best diplomat, she can reduce the risk of panic. And the speech can be read for you, ma'am."

They were still in a tug-of-war, and when the tide seemed to be turning for Hotch, Greenaway finished collecting the information she wanted and returned to their separate office positions.

"Look at what, Griffith?"

"It's nothing, I'll take a break." Griffith responded quickly, "It's just, you know, there are too many files, and my eyes hurt a little."

"So you know Reid's?" Greenaway smiled and took a small copy from the thick stack of unread files on Griffith's right hand side. "Let me help, how about?"

"Well, thanks, Elle." Griffith smiled sincerely, "I—"

"Ah, before you thank me, you have a number." Greenaway pointed to the phone in front of Griffith, where it read "Sally Nelson" for the caller.

"Oh, sorry." Griffith quickly grabbed the phone and walked to the corner to answer the call.

Greenaway leaned back on the swivel chair slowly, opened the document in front of him, but didn't read a single letter.

Sally Nelson, daughter of Scott Nolson.As for Scott Nelson, that was higher up and had every right to have Griffith transferred from the Forensic Department to the Behavioral Analysis Team.

Greenaway rubbed the footer lightly with his index finger.

The top brass have long had issues with BAU, whether it's overhead or something else.It's just that BAU is a very important department, and they are also a top elite group, so they have always been skeptical and observant. If they send spies, they hope to find some problems from the inside and bring down BAU...

"Elle."

Greenaway almost jumped up to reach for the gun.But her self-control held her body well, and, besides, it was only Gideon who called her.

Greenaway smiled, hoping to cover up his gaffe: "What's wrong?"

Gideon took off his glasses.Some people say that Gideon looks more like a university professor when he wears glasses. When he takes off his glasses, the sharpness of a criminal profiler is reflected.I saw him fold the glasses legs slowly, and said slowly but full of oppression and apology: "We all know that something bad happened to you. I'm sorry, but it has already happened."

Greenaway pursed his lips, knowing that the next words might not be pleasant.

"I believe in your excellence, Elle, and that's why I chose you to join BAU. You can't let what happened to you affect you, or even change you." Gideon said cryptically.

For a second, Greenaway's chest was filled with anger.She knew she wasn't to blame them, and they wouldn't blame her if she did.After all, they are family.

And now, her family is questioning her abilities over a stranger of unknown origin.

But she couldn't say anything, she was vaguely aware of her suspicion, but she didn't think it would be a big problem.It's just PTSD, and anyone in this business goes through it.Everyone got through it, what's the big deal?

So Greenaway smiled at the old man who had chosen him and placed high hopes on him but failed to protect him, pretending to be nonchalant and saying, "I understand, I'm fine."

Then she lowered her head, glanced at the report hastily, and frowned: "Gideon, take a look at this."