[CM] THE CASE

Wisdom belongs to adults, but simplicity belongs to children. — Pope

Rossi adjusted his collar.Although he has a gray beard, his eyes are still sharp, and under the custom-made suit, he still has the keenness of an elite agent.

Griffith was sitting next to him, and he lost his bracelet. He touched his wrist quite unaccustomedly, and said, "James, he has always treated me like a child, and he doesn't want to reveal many things to me. Mr. Rossi, can you tell me about James? about?"

Rossi smiled and said, "What? Trying to trick me?"

Griffith looked up at him, then quickly lowered his eyes, only for what seemed like a blink.He has the same problem with Reid that he doesn't like to look at people when he talks, but he is serious when he listens. When people look into his eyes, he can't help talking.

Rossi looked at him and couldn't help but think of James.

When exchanging greetings, praise the couple for their good relationship, and say that they have a "husband and wife look", that is to say, their looks are similar.In fact, it’s not that falling in love can change a person’s appearance, but some small habits: dressing style, body language, micro-expression, tone of voice and mantra, etc. A long-term intimate life will allow them to influence each other. Under the change.

Therefore, the term "husband and wife" is not limited to couples.For example, now, Rossi can find the shadow of James in Griffith.

For example, their facial expressions listening to people speaking, such as the always upturned ending sound, such as the habit of turning the pen when thinking... Looking at him, it seems to prove that James once existed.

Rossi smiled: "Do you know what James used to study?" He didn't wait for Griffith to answer, and continued: "He studies antisocial personality and wants to know if these people can be cured. You know, antisocial personality People in society lack emotion and empathy, and some are born with this defect determined by their genes. In childhood, children are more likely to go astray. Children are ignorant, and ordinary children are easy to go wrong if they are not taught well. The way of crime, let alone those children?"

Griffith stares into his eyes, feeling like he's slyly reminding himself.

"James is a kind person. He used to like to donate things to the orphanage. The Medal of Honor he got could fill a drawer." Rossi shook his head, "But BAU has a curse of unlucky marriages. Look how many lovers there are in the office." A happy family? His wife divorced him within a few years, and the alimony almost cost him his life. He left BAU sadly and went far away. Oh, it wasn’t even called BAU at that time.”

"Then, he met me." Griffith mused.

"Yeah, he likes children," Rossi said. "Generally, parents have a certain preference for children."

Griffith didn't speak for a long time.He looked long-term, and his lower lip was bitten, as if he was remembering something.

Across the wall, Gideon tapped on the table and motioned for Reid to sit down across from him.

The two were separated by a table, and each had a glass of water in his hand. Reid sat down restlessly, as if in an interrogation room - because the teacher across from him looked like he was going to give him a zero for the paper.

Gideon, who had been on edge for so long, finally got a chance to deal with Reid's extraneous twig: "Reid."

Reid's sitting posture was upright: "Yeah."

"Is Griffith here on vacation?"

Reid was not willing to lie to his mentor: "Yes."

"Then him?"

"I, I invited him. He doesn't seem to have been to Las Vegas, so I, anyway, I come to see my mother, not every day... I always have time to hang out with him. I haven't been here for a long time .”

So it wasn't Griffith who was trying.

Gideon's eyes were burning: "Do you live together? I remember you don't have real estate in Las Vegas?"

"Well, we live in the hotel, one room, so I can help him answer the phone." Reid explained naturally, if you don't see his dodging eyes, this sentence is still very common. Gideon got the general idea just by looking at his expression.Before he could say anything more, Gideon had already seen it through.

The two were embarrassed for a while, and felt that this situation was like a father sitting down with his son who fell in love for the first time.

Gideon sighed: "I won't interfere with your decision."

Reid's first reaction was "It's over, he knows", and his second reaction was to raise his head and let out an "ah" in confusion.

"The BAU prohibits office romance." Gideon paused, "But the rules are not written in the employee handbook, and wages will not be deducted."

Reid didn't expect that coming out of the closet was not Gideon's concern, so he stared blankly at him.

"I'm not your parents, so I shouldn't be pointing fingers at you. But I have taught you anyway, so I can be regarded as your senior." Gideon said softly, "You have always been a very thoughtful person. My words are just a reference. You Just listen to it."

"The path you choose is not the mainstream. Although people consciously carry out the affirmative action movement, from ancient times to the present, due to factors such as reproduction and religion, homosexuality is also a very contradictory topic even in the United States, which is a mixed culture. That is to say , Even if same-sex marriage is legalized in the end, you will be misunderstood and discriminated against by many people when you go out. However, since it is already the 21st century, singleism and DINK are not uncommon, and children are no longer the core of the family... In a few years, homosexuality is not uncommon."

"I guess you haven't talked to your mother yet? Has Griffith seen her?"

Reid nodded: "Yes, she specifically asked to meet..." When he said this, he suddenly closed his mouth——with Mrs. Reid's keenness, he might have read the clues from the lines of the letter.

Gideon understood: "That's good."

Rossi pushed open the door, but Griffith didn't follow. Reid and the writer he admired didn't say much, and instead poked their heads in to find Griffith.

His partner sat where he was, showing no trace of grief.Not knowing what exactly Rossi said, his brows were furrowed with confusion.

Reid grabbed the door frame and knocked lightly: "Foster?"

"Ok?"

"The detective said we can go." Reid took out the scarf from his bag, "It's snowing outside, you... you'd better put it on."

Griffith stood up and reached out to take it: "Okay."

Reid avoids his hands and wraps himself around his neck.He found boundless joy in taking care of Griffith, and now that the two of them knew each other and Griffith hadn't revealed it, Reid took advantage even more.Too bad he was clumsy and in a crooked knot, and Griffith smiled and reached out to hold him.

Upon such contact, Reid was surprised to find that his hands were surprisingly cold.It stands to reason that the heating in the police station is sufficient, and Reid doesn't need to wear a coat, but Griffith's hands are as cold as if they were just taken out of the freezer.He couldn't help touching it with his backhand: "Hey, wait a minute."

He turned around and asked the passing police officers where the tea room was, and walked away quickly. Griffith untied the scarf, didn't bother to tidy it up, wrapped it around casually, and threw it behind his back.After he finished this, he saw Gideon stopped Rossi outside the door, and the two picked a corner not too far away and discussed in a low voice. Gideon patted Rossi on the shoulder, and Rossi winked at Griffith out of Gideon's sight.

Griffith's brow furrowed into a pimple, and his gut told him that Rossi hadn't told him all.

Reid quickly got a cup of hot coffee and stuffed it back into Griffith's hand: "Okay, let's go."

The coffee is not filled, so you don't have to spill it while walking. Griffith shrank slightly from the heat, but still held it obediently.

He had no appetite, and Reid was hungry, but he was somewhat embarrassed to eat in front of Griffith.He had to buy two sandwiches and a milkshake.On the way back, he didn't stop to eat.

The coffee was already cold, Griffith took a sip without wasting it, it was sweet.

He was taken aback for a moment, and found that it actually suited his taste.

This kind of meticulous and appropriate, people can't bear to live up to it.

He finished his coffee in silence and threw the cup into the trash can downstairs in the hotel.

Reid tried to open the door for him, but Griffith walked in first.He turned around and smiled at the older boy who was still nervous about himself: "You don't need to be like this, come in, I'll tell you a story."