[CM] THE CASE

Our worst enemy, and the one we most often encounter, lies within us. —Thomas Pine

Gideon took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.Wearing glasses for a long time, there are two traces of pressure.Such a movement revealed his deep tiredness.

"Did he say so?"

Reid nodded solemnly.

"I see, tell Hotch to come over..."

"I've already talked to Hotch, and he said that if you agree, it can be executed."

Gideon was silent for a while, and said, "Let him come over, let's go see John Walker."

John Walker, the always handsome gentleman finally took off his mask.He sat across from the two agents, and a panic from the inside out took over his soul.Or maybe he sold his soul to the devil a long time ago, leaving only a little tenderness to the blind girl.

A girl who couldn't wait for him.

"Mr. Walker, let's cut to the chase." Hotch said in his calm tone, "We need you to bring a message to Jason Griffith and help him escape from prison."

Walker looked at him with a surprised look.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, looking at Gideon again in bewilderment, "You said Jason would break out of prison?"

"We have our arrangements." Gideon broke his desire to probe, "You just have to do what we say."

Walker lowered his eyes, seemed to think for a moment, and asked bluntly, "What good do I have?"

"We can commute your sentence and fight for the protection of tainted witnesses." Hotch put the chips on the table, "Also, I can arrange for you to meet with Sally Nelson."

Walker jerked his head up.He looked at the person across from him, opened his mouth for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "She...would like to see me?"

"You broke up with Jason Griffith because of her, and even reported anonymously to the FBI, and brought yourself to this point." Gideon said flatly, "Don't you want to see her?"

Walker sat there blankly, like a child who did something wrong: "I...I don't know."

"I'm a liar." His eyes suddenly turned red, "I don't deserve to see her again, I just, I don't want to..."

His fate was entangled with the devil, and the angel's glimpse made his whole heart sink involuntarily.So he held the sharp sword and cut off the sin and fate with his own hands.

It's a pity that the devil doesn't understand love, so he successfully stands in the shadows, becoming an imperceptible piece of blackness under the lamp.

"Don't you want to see her?" Hotch interrupted his self-pity relentlessly, "No, you just can't bear to be disappointed by her-but you're doing all this, isn't it for her? You don't want to hear about her Thoughts?"

"There is only one chance, if you don't want it, forget it."

"I want it!" Walker leaned forward and pulled the handcuffs loudly, "I'll help you! Let me see her! Please, let me see her!"

Even if she was really disappointed and resentful, it would still be the angel's judgment, and he... would be happy with it.

So the plan moved forward in an orderly manner.

Griffith's body is recovering quickly, and the stitches have been removed from the nasty scar on his neck, which the doctor regretfully told him would leave a scar.His eyesight is recovering, at first he could only feel light, but now he can see outlines clearly. Griffith recognized Reid from a distance, and smiled at him.

The relationship between the two has stepped from "friends" to "lovers". The time they can spend each day is too short, and there are various other people present, so they can only ease their feelings through brief greetings. Reid comes here every day with a blushing face, chatting about the books he has read, sometimes he brings a collection of poems, recites implicit love poems in his poor Chinese, and then listens to Griffith's correction.

They used another language from the other side of the ocean to fall in love openly under the eyes of the sturdy FBI agents.

"I don't see you for a day, and I think about it like crazy." Griffith lowered his eyes, "This word is crazy, not yellow."

Reid looked at him blankly: "...Huang?"

Griffith said helplessly, "Have you ever learned Pinyin?"

"I have learned, there are videos on the Internet." Reid tried to prove himself in order to show his sincerity, "I can also recite the initials..."

Things like language cannot be done behind closed doors, because some mistakes cannot be heard in an unfamiliar language. Griffith waved his hand, stopping his determination to recite the initials: "Forget it, you read it to me. Mad—"

Reid looked at him intently, and Griffith read it twice before realizing that Reid didn't respond, and looked at him suspiciously.

He still couldn't see the expression on Reid's face, he just felt that his cool hand touched him lightly, but Reid withdrew his hand suddenly like an electric shock, and said, "Then, what does this mean?"

Griffith thought for a while, then whispered, "I won't see you for a day, I miss you so much."

Reid's heart pounded in his throat, and he felt thirstier than ever.

The nurse stood relentlessly at the door of the ward and cleared her throat: "Mr. Griffith, it's time for you to go for an examination."

Morgan was amazed when he heard about their operation for the first time: "Spencer Reid, you are such a master of flirting!"

Confused, Reid said, "But Foster is not a woman."

"It's okay." Morgan marveled, "I thought you wouldn't do such a romantic thing with your EQ. It's okay, little boy."

Reid was even more confused: "Is it romantic? I just don't know what to say to him. It's not convenient to talk about things in the bureau. I'm afraid he will be sad when he thinks of Jason Griffith."

However, apart from work, there seems to be no other topic.

Reid sighed: "Besides, I'm always nervous around him. Even if I don't do anything, when I sit next to him lying on the bed, I feel like my brain is congested. I can only divert my attention by reading. Morgan, Is this what it means to be in love?"

He said these words like a girl in puberty, Morgan patted his forehead expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Have you communicated the course of action?"

Reid rubbed his red forehead, and entered the working mode in a second: "Well, I have negotiated with the traffic bureau. Avoid rush hour, and it can be implemented on designated road sections."

"Remember to evacuate the crowd and be careful not to accidentally injure citizens."

"They'll work together."

Gideon watched their backs, turned and walked out of BAU's office.

Griffith was sleeping when he got to the hospital.He was a light sleeper, and the sound of the door opening could startle him. Gideon pulled the stool closer to the bed and asked him, "How was your night?"

Griffith nodded to him: "It's okay."

I don't know if Gideon's words are polite, but he just passed them by, and started to talk to him about serious matters: "We plan to use the car accident to create a phenomenon of fake death. We have controlled the people Jason Griffith can contact, and we will be innocent in a short time Free John Walker and use him to help Jason Griffith escape. We just need you to lure him out, any ideas?"

Griffith pondered for a moment, and said to him, "You just say that I attempted suicide and my injuries are not recovered. I think Ja...he should have committed suicide."

Gideon froze for a moment, then subconsciously asked: "How do you know?"

Griffith twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a dry smile: "I guess, besides, suicide doesn't necessarily require cutting your wrists and jumping off a building. If you don't want to live, you will die naturally."

The cause of James' death has never been found out, and time has taken away a lot of evidence, only the scars on the bones silently narrate the pain during his lifetime.Under that kind of abuse, losing the desire to survive and quietly waiting for death is also a kind of suicide.

After all, the god of death has always been willing to come.

Gideon frowned, feeling that there was something in his words.

But Griffith's tone of voice was too light, Gideon looked at his face, and suddenly asked: "Do you still want to stay in the bureau?"

Griffith's fingertips trembled.

"I won't force you." Gideon said in a low voice, he seemed to be hesitating, his voice paused for a moment, and then said: "I went to meet that girl."

He was talking about Lucy.

There was a sudden movement in Griffith's heart, like a half-bucket of water hanging on a shelf shook slightly.

"I confirmed that she was hypnotized." Gideon shoved something into his half-open palm, and Griffith curled his fingers unconsciously, grabbing something soft.

It was a furry keychain.

Gideon said flatly, "She asked me to thank you."

Griffith seemed to have suddenly lost all five senses. He didn't recover until Gideon was gone. His fingertips were buried in the fluff, and it took a long time to gather a little warmth.

Only now did he feel the beating heart in his chest make sense.

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