[CM] THE CASE

If you pay attention, you will find that love is everywhere. ——"Love Actually"

Holidays are a very simple thing.360 days a year, people carefully select a day to celebrate together, to relieve the depression and difficulty of life.For festivals like Christmas and Spring Festival, it is a little more complicated, because this is the beginning and end of the year, and it needs to be the end of the previous 360 four days.

On Diana's lap is a notebook that remains unchanged throughout the year, and she keeps writing and drawing.The caretaker once thought she was writing a diary, but after reading it by chance, she realized that the former professor of literature was not for nothing—she actually filled it with research on the rise and fall of Renaissance literature.

Furthermore, with her topsy-turvy memories and boring life, Diary must be much more difficult than Renaissance.

When Reid came, she was in the doctor's office for follow-up consultation. When she came out, she heard that her son had brought friends to visit. Diana smiled like an inscrutable mother.

Griffith wore a smoky gray scarf today.Men don’t pay as much attention to wearing scarves as women do, and they can easily weave a flower. He simply circles it twice, but it’s neatly arranged, unlike some pickles hanging around his neck.

He held the beautifully wrapped gift box and kept tapping it like they had met for the first time. Reid was infected by him and became nervous for no reason, as if the person he was going to meet next was not his own mother, but the director of the FBI.

"Spence." Diana called him softly, but her eyes did not fall on her biological son, "Who is this?"

"Foster, Foster Griffith, ma'am." Griffith reached out and shook her hand, "This is my heart, Merry Christmas."

"Oh, thank you, Merry Christmas." Diana unpacked and took out the silk scarf.She tied it around her neck happily but not very skillfully, and winked at Griffith: "Does it look good?"

Griffith said without thinking, "It's nice, it's Reid...Spencer's idea."

"Oh, awesome, I like purple." Diana took his hand, "Come on, sit down!"

Reid, who was left out in the cold, moved a stool by himself, and listened to Diana's questioning: "Spence and you are colleagues? I have been to BAU once, and I don't seem to have seen you?"

"I'm new here," Griffith said. "He usually takes good care of me, thank you very much."

Reid couldn't help but glance at him, Griffith didn't pay attention, trying to steer the conversation into a "home visit" vibe - something he wasn't very good at.

The dominance of the conversation quickly returned to Diana, who happily asked: "Spence mentioned you in the letter, 'a person who is easy to get along with', I remember, 'like a cherry blossom blooming in the wind and rain, fragile and beautiful' .”

"Mom!" Reid cut her off hastily, taking a sneaky look at Griffith - he didn't think any male would like such a metaphor.

Griffith accepted his compliment with mixed feelings: "Excellent writing."

"Oh, yes, I don't like the boring look of boys." Diana curled her lips. "Spence is very smart and knows about physics and chemistry. I hope he can be less like a nerd. Literature can cultivate his taste."

Griffith looked at his preppy attire and said with a pun, "I can tell he's worked hard."

Diana laughed. "Foster, you are amazing! May I call you that?"

"of course can."

"You should call me Diana." The woman patted the back of his hand, "Don't be so reserved, I haven't had a visitor for a long time. Don't want to give some comfort to a lonely old woman?"

"No, Diana." Griffith hurriedly explained, "I... my mother died when I was very young, I was brought up by my adoptive father, in a way, I envy Spence, no , Spencer."

Reid laughed at his slip of the tongue, but he only made a sound before getting a glare from Diana.

Diana's motherly love was about to be hooked by him: "I'm so sorry, if you want, you can treat me as your mother-I need a child who will report to me about Spence."

Griffith suppressed a smile: "Yes, Spencer often drinks coffee as water."

"Spence!" Diana turned sternly to her son, "I told you it's the coffee's fault you're so skinny!"

"I didn't." Reid retorted without confidence, "I'm almost quitting."

Griffith's heart tightened - of course he knew why Reid quit coffee, and it made him feel suddenly heavy. Diana didn't notice, and started babbling about Reid, like every mother does.

Reid gave him a worried look, Griffith shook his head, and answered him with a mouthful: "I'll find you later."

When Morgan came home before noon, his sister poked her head out of the kitchen to ask him if he had bought chili sauce; his mother and the kids next door were decorating the Christmas tree, and Morgan pulled out a candy cane and gave it to him.

"Oh, baby." His mother gave him a hug. "Is it cold outside? Come here, I still have some cocoa left."

Morgan is not sensitive to sweets: "No, hey, little one, can you come?"

The child stood on tiptoes, almost throwing his whole body onto the Christmas tree: "Can... I can..."

Morgan easily snatched the Santa Claus from his hand and hung it on the tree branch: "Is it here?"

"Go up a little bit more!" The child gestured, "Yes, that's right there!"

Morgan clapped his hands, ruffling the kid's hair.

"Derek, your phone!"

Morgan paused: "Understood." He answered the phone and heard the voice of their supervisor: "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." Morgan smiled, "Say hi to Haley and Jack for me."

Haley was teasing Jack, Hotch's heart was so soft that he couldn't even speak softly: "Well, thank you."

Morgan got goosebumps from the hidden numbness for no reason.He was speechless for a while, and couldn't help but said: "Can you save this voice and talk to Haley before going to bed? Maybe Jack can have another sister."

"……To shut up."

Morgan joked: "You scared the hell out of me thinking the holidays were coming to an early end again."

Hotch said, imitating Reid: "From a statistical point of view, it is very likely."

"No!" Morgan wailed half-truth, and Hotch shook his head. "It's not something I can decide."

After they wished each other well, Hotch hung up to call the next colleague on his list.

Griffith had just flagged down a taxi and was waving him over when Reid got the call at the gate of the nursing home.

"Merry Christmas."

Reid was taken aback: "Hotch? Merry Christmas."

Griffith looked surprised, and Reid waved to him, so Griffith and the driver explained the address clearly, and sat beside him to listen to Reid.

Hotch was surprised when he heard the noise: "Are you outside?"

"Well, going back." Reid said vaguely, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I'm just here to send blessings." The supervisor didn't ask much, "Today is Christmas, that's all."

Reid breathed a sigh of relief: "Statistically speaking, I'm particularly worried that this is the call to let me know that my vacation is over."

This coincides with what Hotch made fun of Morgan, which is the original Reid style.

"So I can't call you casually during the holidays?"

Reid tilted his head and thought, "No, it's just that you didn't do it before."

"I sent emails before, and Haley thought it was too insincere." Hotch said helplessly, "Since the party, she has become more and more interested in you."

Reid pretended not to understand the resentment behind his words, and said solemnly: "I like her very much too, and I think Jack is very cute. Do you know that you are the happiest person in BAU, Hotch?"

"It's also the one who worries the most." When Hotch thinks of the problem children in the office, his head hurts, and the head of the problem children, Reid, doesn't know it: "Yes, but your salary is higher than ours."

Hotch kind of wanted to hang up.

Griffith sat in the passenger seat and heard Reid hang up the phone.He cleared his throat and said, "Sakura, huh?"

Reid changed his posture and tried to be sincere: "I was wrong, but the cherry blossom is a very typical oriental image, and I think it is more suitable."

Griffith glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "The cherry blossoms are Japanese."

Reid: "..."

"I personally like plum blossoms." Griffith handed him a step. Reid hadn't heard the term before, and was about to ask when Griffith's phone rang, and he opened it, Hotch.

Griffith gestured to Reid to be quiet: "Griffith."

"Merry Christmas, Griffith."

"Merry Christmas, sir."

Hotch smiled. "You don't need to call me that, you're enjoying your vacation, aren't you?"

"Of course, Hotch," Griffith corrected, "give my regards to your family."

The greeting call was short this time, and before they hung up, Hotch vaguely heard a familiar voice say, "Turn left, thank you."

Hotch raised his eyebrows, and before he could think about it, Jack trotted over with his masterpiece in hand.He picked up his son and forgot about this trivial gossip.