[CM] THE CASE

No matter what, as long as you believe it from the bottom of your heart, it can come true. — Bourne Tracy

Griffith tilted his head toward the window—he seemed to be able to see the light.

He was alone in the house, Jason wasn't there.Before leaving, he gently advised Griffith not to get overwhelmed, and locked him on the bed.

The handcuffs restricted Griffith's range of motion, but Jason thoughtfully kept the TV remote close to him.

His room doesn't have a TV, it's Jason's room. Griffith wasn't in the mood to watch TV, he was groping around, but couldn't find a tool to open the handcuffs.He couldn't find it, so he didn't make much effort, shrank himself in a corner, and quietly listened to the male and female protagonists on TV talking to each other.

He didn't know where he was, and so far, the information he had was pitifully small.

This morning he vomited out all his breakfast and didn't eat lunch. Jason brought the food in front of him, and Griffith just curled up on the bed without looking up.

He really has no appetite.

This is the third day.The thinking of the previous two days consumed almost all of Griffith's energy, especially the night before, when Griffith wanted to secretly pass the news and was discovered by Jason.This gentle man who didn't look like a kidnapper at all finally tore through his chest, revealing his ferocious face.

"You know, I admire human creativity." Jason said with a smile.The smile was dark and scary, but Griffith couldn't see it.

As Jason said, he slammed his fist hard into his stomach.

Griffith bent over, the scream stuck in his throat like shattered glass.

"They've always found ways to torture their own kind," Jason said, "and leave no trace. I like you, Foster, and you can't imagine how happy I was when I first found out about you— —”

Griffith's back ached from the impact hitting the solid wall behind him.

"I like you so much, I won't let the scars ruin you." The demon said, "But, you are too bad. Bad children should be punished."

Griffith was speechless.

Jason stood in front of him and suddenly smiled: "I know you are special, you have a lot of empathy. Unfortunately, that's what I lack. Sometimes I think empathy is useless, but, yes Is it different for you?"

Griffith heard a slight "click," and then a scream pierced his eardrums.

"I think screams have the same effect as corpses." Jason's words were drowned in the victim's cries, "By the way, this room is dedicated to punishing those who don't obey—oh, later It's yours."

Griffith had been listening all night, barely able to react when Jason uncuffed him in the morning.

Jason kissed his forehead: "Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay..."

Griffith was shaking all over.

He seemed to have returned to that dirty and simple black room, the cry of the child penetrated his memory, and he dragged his weak and painful body, forcing himself to turn a blind eye.His mother looked withered and yellow, and looked at him like a monster.

"I'm here." Someone whispered in his ear.

Griffith was silent.

He knew it was an illusion. Gideon had taught him that he could distinguish, but not completely escape its influence.So he misses those hands so much, pulling him out of the hallucination—

Reid.

"Reid..."

Jason paused, eyes narrowing.

Griffith leaned on his shoulder, and Jason picked him up, whispering softly, "It's okay, you're safe."

As if he was the protector.

Reid's face was very bad. Morgan sat between him and Gideon, feeling the air freeze.

Honestly, he's the one most likely to explode.But the current situation is that Reid is already on the verge of collapse. If he explodes again, no one can use Gideon. Morgan forced himself to stay calm, and he nearly shattered the hotel mirror for doing so.

The solemnity of the room was broken by Rossi.He whispered something to Gideon, winning the right to speak.Then he cleared his throat. "First of all, this matter needs to be kept secret. It's about the reputation of a former FBI agent, and I hope you don't say it. James is a good guy, and Gideon and I both believe that."

Reid nodded. Morgan didn't know how long he hadn't slept, maybe sleep was also a torture to him.

"James has a research project. He firmly believes that antisocial personality can be cured, and has been looking for a way. He has made a great contribution to the identification of antisocial personality and helped us solve many cases. Unfortunately, ,” Rossi paused, “his son is one of them.”

"Psychological deficits are partly physical, and Jason - James' son - is just that. He's a natural sociopath with a high IQ and low empathy. Jason has been busy with work, When he first found out about Jason's problem, it was too late."

"James told his wife about it, but the wife just felt that her husband's research was crazy. All the conflicts in their marriage were detonated on this matter." Gideon interjected, "Later James said that he also had those things. Wrong, and Jason may have done something in it."

Reid and Morgan looked at each other - if that was the case, then this man was too scary.

"Jason's custody was awarded to his mother, and then they moved to a small town. James didn't work long at BSU and left here. We won't talk about his experience in China, but Jason's problems are getting worse, Until his mother couldn't take it anymore. She came to us for help."

"I was surprised when I heard from her," Gideon said, "but I had a case on hand and couldn't fly there right away. But after I finished the case, I heard that she and her son died in a fire." inside."

Reid looked down at the file.

"The scene was deemed an accident, but there happened to be a runaway child missing in the town. Rumors said that he set fire to them and killed them. Coincidentally, according to the address provided by Reid, we found that the owner was missing. Kid." Gideon looked up at Reid, "We found pictures of Griffith in there, lots, lots of pictures."

The paper file twisted between his fingers.

Reid gritted his teeth, which made the lines of his face even sharper: "So?"

"We checked the files again," Rossi said. "The owner's photo didn't match the kid, but it matched Jason."

"For so many years, we thought he was dead; now we know it's not necessarily so. If it's really Jason, then his obsession with Griffith and James' death can all be explained." Gideon shifted his weight back and leaned back on the chair, " Do you remember James' injury?"

"The knife wound shows signs of healing." Reid said hoarsely, "He is..."

"Hit him, take care of him," Morgan said.

Rossi nodded: "That's right."

Reid was silent for a while: "Then Griffith..."

"Don't even think about it," Gideon interrupted sharply. "We need to find him now."

Reid's hand twitched.He seemed to want to punch someone, but he didn't know who the fist should fall on.

Morgan tapped the file: "So, what are you talking about now?"

"I need you guys to go to the scene and find clues," Gideon said. "Especially you, Reid. You know Las Vegas best."

Morgan's eyebrows furrowed.He tenses his muscles, trying to slap "no way" in Gideon's face: Who doesn't know that Reid is under the most stress?How could he throw this task to him?he--

"Yes, sir," Reid said.

Morgan turned his head sharply.

Reid gathered up the scattered papers in front of him, a lock of hair slipping behind his ear, blocking his eyes.

"good evening."

Griffith didn't respond.

Next to him was a half-drunk glass of water. Jason picked it up, shook it, and put it down with satisfaction.

Griffith hadn't lost consciousness yet.He worked his muscles with difficulty and gave Jason a fierce look - he could already see some vague outlines. Jason clamped his jaw and shook his head: "It seems that the time has come."

time?

Before his brain could react, he was hugged. Jason took him to the basement, put him in the dental chair, and secured his limbs and head. Griffith wondered what he was going to do next, and there was a fear in his heart.

This fear couldn't help him get rid of the drug's control, and he was still firmly fixed in the chair, listening to Jason humming country tunes.

"I know what you want to ask," he said, flicking the syringe's needle. "Relax, I'll give you the answer."

The needle spits out a few drops of the medicine.

Griffith stared at him.

Jason puts down the needle.He pulled two metal pieces from the top of the chair, catching Griffith's eyelids and keeping them from closing. Griffith let out a whimper.

"Shhh, soon." Jason comforted, picking up the needle beside him.The sharp metal reflected in the back of his brown eyes like a sharp knife.

"One more time." He said softly, "There are rewards for being good."