[CM] THE CASE

Love is like the Zen of Buddhism—unclear and unclear. ——San Mao

Morgan pushed his way through the crowd, patting Reid on the back: "Hey, Reid!"

The bar was so loud that Reid couldn't hear what he was saying: "What?"

Morgan looked serious, which gave Reid a bad feeling.Whatever he's going to say, this is obviously not a good place to talk, and Morgan grabs Reid's wrist and heads for the back door.

There are obviously fewer people in the back door, but the wild mandarin ducks who are in love have not decreased but increased.Although Reid focused on walking without squinting, the ambiguous voices continued to drill into his brain, and the young desire quietly agitated, which made the little doctor blush.He had to think desperately about business: "What's the matter with Morgan? Is there a new victim? Or..."

Morgan pushed open the back door and rescued Reid from the heated atmosphere of the bar. There was still buzzing in Reid's ears, and he couldn't help rubbing his ears.

That's when Morgan stood under the feeble light and told him, "Griffith's passed out."

Reid's heart skipped a beat.He asked incredulously, "What?"

"Reid, listen to me..."

"He passed out? Why?" Reid grabbed Morgan by the collar of his coat and asked in a panic. "Where is he?"

"Hey! Calm down!" Morgan grabbed his hand and forcibly tore it off, "He's fine, he's already gone to the hospital."

Reid was slightly relieved.Immediately afterwards, he asked guiltily: "Is it because I influenced him yesterday that he didn't sleep well?"

"It's not your fault." Morgan speculated on his performance, and asked cautiously, "Are you going to see him?"

Reid clutched the strap of his satchel and asked firmly, "Where is he?"

Morgan helped because Reid was totally "I'll go even if Hotch cut my salary" look.

"You wait first, no one will let you go. Emily came in to cover your shift." Morgan sent an email with his mobile phone, and a prompt sounded in Reid's pocket, "I gave you the address, Gideon wants you to go, Steven Hanter was there with a police officer."

Reid took out his mobile phone to take a look, hurriedly said "thank you" and rushed out of the alley to find a taxi.

Morgan was left alone, feeling a little sore in his heart—how could that kid care so much about Griffith?

When Reid rushed to the emergency room, Steven and the police were guarding Griffith's bedside. Griffith hung up the drip, most of his shirt was unbuttoned, a piece of gauze was pasted on his forehead, the probe attached to his chest was connected with the equipment beside the bed and made regular sounds, and he slept soundly, as if he was not in the noisy emergency room, but Comfortable bedroom.

Reid's arrival startled both of them.The police officer stood up and greeted Reid: "Dr. Reid (Doctor)."

Steven looked up and saw a young man he didn't know, stood up excitedly, and asked, "Doctor, how is Agent Griffith doing?"

Reid was still out of breath, and said awkwardly: "Um... I... I'm not..."

The police officer kindly explained for him: "Dr. Reid is a colleague of Detective Griffith, not a doctor at the hospital."

Steven froze for a moment, then smiled slightly disappointed: "I'm sorry, doctor, that's right, how can there be a doctor who doesn't wear a white coat."

Then a white coat came in.He looked at the electrocardiogram first, then checked the situation of the drip, and finally waved to the three of them: "Don't be nervous, he does have symptoms of overwork and lack of sleep. Symptoms of edema, fortunately no concussion. The rest will have to wait for the blood test results."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.However, before the doctor lifted the curtain to go out, a short and fat nurse ran over with the test sheet: "Doctor, the blood test results of bed 24."

"Thank you." The white coat smiled politely to the nurse, "Go and do it, I'll take a look..." As he spoke, his eyebrows twitched together, and he just heard a "huh": "Strange, he The level of barbiturates in the blood is a bit high..."

Reid reacted quickly: "Barbiturate? That's an ingredient in a tranquilizer. What did he eat before he passed out?"

immediately.Everyone in the small space surrounded by blue curtains focused on Steven.The poor young man's face turned pale, and his voice was full of disbelief: "He drank a glass of juice, Thomas gave it to me..."

Reid immediately called Morgan: "Morgan, detain Thomas Foster! Then find an empty juice glass with Griffith's fingerprints on it! Quick!"

Morgan was confused by his bombardment, but he knew the situation was urgent and made arrangements. Finally, he called back to ask why.

Reid was sitting at the door of the emergency room, and patients moaning in pain were pushed in from time to time.The medical staff who came and went did not notice the young detective.

His hair, which was neatly combed back, fell down, covering his beautiful eyes.At this moment, those eyes were dark in color, and many emotions were mixed in them, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

"Because Griffith was sedated."

Reid's voice was very cold, which made Morgan stunned for a moment, and asked: "Reid, what's wrong with you?"

Reid was dumbfounded by his question: "What?"

Morgan got serious. "Listen, there's something wrong with you."

Reid recalled his recent performance and found no problem, so he asked innocently: "What's wrong?"

"You're so nervous about Griffith, the last time he didn't answer the phone, and this time he passed out." Morgan pointed out, "I know you feel guilty about Elle leaving, but you don't need to be overprotective of Griffith, it's wrong .”

Reid couldn't help but laugh: "Me? Overprotective of Griffith? Morgan, are you kidding me?"

Morgan asked back: "Isn't it? If it weren't for Griffith being a man, I would have suspected that you were in love with him!"

"..."

"Reid?"

"...I'll see when Griffith wakes up and let me know." After speaking, Reid hung up the phone as if he was afraid that Godzilla would come out of his phone.

Then, instead of getting up to find a doctor like he told Morgan, he bent down slowly, burying his head between his knees in a standard decadent posture.

The decadent little doctor thought distraughtly: "Why are you so happy to hear 'falling in love with him'?"

Morgan was hung up on the phone suddenly, feeling very uncomfortable, and felt that the whole thing smelled weird.It's a pity that he didn't have time to think about it, and Hotch came over: "Thomas Foster is here, you come with me for interrogation."

Morgan got into work in a second: "Yes, sir."

The hapless bar owner was surrounded by police cars just below his flat. He was shivering from the air-conditioning when Morgan and Hotch entered the interrogation room.

Morgan slammed the folder on the metal table and asked aggressively, "Do you know why you're here?"

Thomas froze for a moment, shaking his head subconsciously.

Morgan isn't going to talk nonsense with him: "You sedated Steven Hanter's juice tonight, so one of our agents is still in the hospital. Can you explain?"

Thomas was dumbfounded: "What? I didn't! I don't know!"

Hotch said coldly: "We have already sent people to search for the glass that has been filled with juice, and Steven Hanter is taking a statement next door. This is the end, are you still going to hide it?"

Thomas was about to cry: "I really don't have it! I can't have a sedative! I took that glass of juice! Officer, you have to believe me!"

Behind the specially treated glass, Gideon shook his head: "It's not him."

Emily was surprised: "No? But he gave Steven that glass of juice."

"Like he said, he just picked it up," Gideon said. "Steven doesn't fit the victim type, and it's an apartment, so it doesn't fit the test."

At this time, in the interrogation room, Morgan had already begun to question Thomas about his mysterious lover.

Garcia, who was far away in Quantico, had already checked out Thomas Foster.Looking at his credit card purchases, Garcia assures his fabled love-finder is a bachelor worthy of the name.

Garcia was still indignant: "God, thank goodness I'm still tempted by his story! So it's all fake! Oh, isn't there pure love that transcends gender in this world?"

"..." Morgan didn't know how to answer his baby girl for the first time, "What have you been watching lately?"

"Huh? It's a Japanese manga recommended by some netizens. Although the sexual orientation is very small, the drawing is really good! Do you want to read it?"

"No, you work hard. The best, Your Royal Highness. Goodbye."

"Bye." Garcia was intoxicated for a moment, ignoring how much Morgan sounded like he was running away.

Closer to home, Thomas admits to being single and has no memory of who put the juice there.No matter how intimidating Hotch and Morgan were, the only things Thomas would say were "don't know" and "I didn't".

It will be dawn in a few hours, and it is definitely impossible to go back to the hotel to sleep, so everyone has to make do with the night at the police station.Only Griffith was blessed with a good night's sleep.

He woke up at eight o'clock the next morning. Reid didn't know when he was lying on the edge of the bed, his hairy head lay quietly beside his hand, Griffith moved his wrist lightly, just enough to touch his hair.

Unlike most men, Reid's hair is soft and feels good. Griffith knew that touching the head was taboo in some places, so he didn't stop, just touched a few strands of hair and then planned to stop.Unexpectedly, Reid woke up suddenly, and when he raised his head, he bumped into Griffith's unretracted palm.

The warm touch felt like a cat, Griffith froze, his hand froze in place, and Reid unconsciously rubbed it twice.

Reid is naturally handsome.Unlike Morgan's tough guy style, his handsomeness is full of childishness. Although he is good-looking, he is not suitable for entrusting him for life.However, if you take the burden of your life with him, you will be happy and wonderful if you think about it.

When Reid was fully awake and looked up at Griffith, Griffith blushed and his voice was trembling: "Good morning, why are you here?"

"The juice you drank yesterday contained sedatives. Morgan has detained the boss, but unfortunately the cup was not found." Reid reported the progress, "We called up the bar's surveillance to find out whose glass of juice belonged to it."

Griffith hesitated: "Well, okay, I'll go back with you right away."

"There's no rush." ​​Reid smiled softly, "I'll call the doctor to check, and if there's nothing wrong, I'll go back to the office."

Griffith blushed even more.

Of course Reid noticed his strangeness, which made his heart beat faster.But business matters, he had to hold his heart and run out to find a doctor, leaving Griffith sitting on the hospital bed, covering his face with the hand that just touched Reid.

The electrocardiogram by the bed was beeping non-stop, making people flustered.