[CM] THE CASE

People and things that look beautiful and mysterious from a distance, as long as you look closely, you will understand that they are neither mysterious nor beautiful. — Marcel Proust

Morgan gritted his teeth and said, "It's no use buying me coffee again!"

With his messy hair on his face, Reid said aggrievedly: "But I can only ask for your opinion."

If you want to come to someone's poor social circle, there is really no one else to turn to - Hotch and Gideon are the bosses after all, Garcia can't give you any reliable advice, Emily is not familiar enough, JJ is too busy, and more importantly Yes, Reid is probably too embarrassed to ask women about relationships.

Morgan was moved by Reid's trust, while pressing the back of his neck and wanted to beat him up: "Say!"

Reid talked out his worries cowardly: "I still think Foster is not honest enough." Then he began to count with his fingers: "He can't sleep at night, can't eat during the day, and is in a daze all day long. I was always overly nervous. Did this relationship put too much pressure on him?" The more Reid said, the more depressed he became.

Morgan caught on to a certain point: "Can't sleep?"

Reid nodded.

"That requires..."

"No, Foster has decided not to go back." Reid looked down at his coffee, he didn't even put a spoon in it to stir it since it was served, "He needs to rest, he needs some time to think about the rest of his life. "

Morgan narrowed his eyes, smelling a more dangerous breath from his few short words: "Reid."

"what?"

"Tell me the truth, who exactly needs to rest."

Reid looked up at him.

Morgan changed his posture; his upper body leaned forward on the back of the chair, his forearms pressed against his thighs, and the atmosphere switched from casual to serious for a second.

On the other side of him, his interrogator blinked, with just the right amount of doubt in his tone: "Of course it's Foster, I'm really worried about him..."

"What are you worried about him?"

Reid's back was perfectly straight.The small coffee table did not reach the knees of the two big men, the soft lights fell from above their heads, and the waiters came and went, and no one noticed the tit-for-tat here.

It's as if no one is paying attention to Reid's unspoken anxieties.

"I'm worried that if he goes on like this, his body will be ruined." Reid said, smiling brightly at his counselee, "By the way, I forgot to ask, how is the matter going?"

Griffith rubbed his sore neck, watched the news program on TV, and thought almost indifferently: "Fall asleep again."

It was already dark, and Reid sent a message in the afternoon, saying that he would not come back for dinner at night, so Griffith didn't cook either.He is neither hungry nor thirsty, his full mind consumes his excessive desires, and the origin of all minds comes from a familiar name.

Nelson asked, "Sally is back in the nursing home, are you free for a meal?"

Griffith didn't answer.

He is not a hardworking person at heart, and on occasional days off, he is more willing to lie in bed for a day, cleaning the house at most.In the past, he had studies, a job, and a adoptive father whose whereabouts were unknown. He was like a carrot hanging in front of a mule, which made the mule run tirelessly.

And once the goal is lost, there is no motivation to get up every day.

Griffith weighed it for himself, and felt that although this state was a bit depressing, it was very comfortable. The pressure that had been on his shoulders was gradually dissipating, and his biggest distress at the moment was how to maintain an intimate relationship with another person.It is unbelievable that you can not think about the future, there are no corpses, no murderers, and life has changed from a suspense drama to an idol drama.

—until Nelson's news brought him back to reality.

Jason and Walker died in the carefully planned accident, and the invisible girl couldn't wait for the man who promised to marry her. BAU has already started to deal with endless cases, but Sally is still where she is. She may even return to the original situation, refusing to communicate, refusing to communicate, and only willing to live alone in a small safe zone.

Griffith didn't know how to face Sally.

Nelson obviously didn't intend for them to meet, but showed his usual goodwill. Griffith knew that Nelson must have plans, whether he was out of guilt or appreciation, an old man's kindness should not be refused.

However, his fingers tapping the screen froze in the air, and he didn't click on it for a long time.

When Reid opened the door of the house, he found that the lights were not turned on in the house, and the light of the TV was dim in the living room, making it difficult to see the person sitting on the sofa clearly.

Reid then flipped the switch.

Griffith was awakened by the light.He was sleeping on the single sofa with his head tilted, his muscles stretched in an unnatural way, his neck was hurt by the sudden movement, and he subconsciously took a breath.

Looking up again, Reid was already standing in front of him: "Are you all right?" As he spoke, he reached out and pushed away Griffith's hand that was covering his neck, and rubbed it gently.

They got so close that Reid's hair brushed against the tip of Griffith's nose, itching, even his heart.

His gentle hometown is right in front of him, a pool of warm spring water that makes people want to drown in it.

So Griffith pulled a strand of Reid's hair, and under his puzzled gaze, kissed it lightly.

After doing this action, Griffith felt numb to himself.He shrank his shoulders, leaned back subconsciously, and sank into the soft cushions of the sofa.

Then the person covering him paused, and suddenly rushed forward.

Griffith's lips accidentally hit his own teeth, and he tasted a sweet and fishy taste.But this smell was quickly swept away by another person's breath. Griffith wrapped his arms around Reid's neck, overwhelmed by his onslaught.

It was their first kiss, and it was the first time the boy showed his aggressive side in front of him.

Reid fantasizes about their kiss, which should be lingering and tender.He remembered that wet kiss in the pool in Los Angeles, the woman's warm soft tongue guiding him, and Reid was always a quick learner.He is not a person who cares much about the sense of ceremony, but there is a barrier between them, such intimate contact always seems inappropriate.

And when Griffith kissed him almost reverently, he raised his eyes cautiously, and slightly parted his pale lips, like a silent invitation.

This is the lover he never confessed to.

Reid felt the string stretched to the limit by anxiety snap with a snap.

All the anxieties and fears were wiped away with that light kiss, and Reid held Griffith's shoulder tightly, all the inability to vent was hidden in that unusual strength, which made Griffith grunt in pain.But he didn't make a rejection movement with his hand, but stroked Reid's tense back back and forth, like soothing a big cat with fur.

The burning desire in his heart slowly cooled, and Reid reluctantly backed away a little, giving Griffith a moment to breathe.

Griffith's shoulder moved, and Reid took his hand back, and finally realized something as if his reason came online: "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"It's okay." Griffith wiped his chin with the back of his hand, wiping away the saliva that he hadn't had time to swallow. Reid watched his movements, and the base of his ears suddenly felt hot.

Griffith was almost half lying on the sofa, and he motioned for Reid to get up first.

The armchair was a bit small, and Reid sat on the couch next to him, staring straight at Griffith's… lips.

Griffith licked his lips unnaturally under his stare, and noticed that Reid's eyes were even hotter.

This atmosphere is about to develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Griffith tried to bring the atmosphere back with the usual conversation: "You...do you want to take a shower?"

Reid blushed quietly.

Griffith gave up: "Forget it, I'm going to take a shower. Good night."

That night, Morgan received a message from Reid at the bar: "I kissed Foster."

Morgan: "..."

Morgan: "If you're not my colleague, I've blocked you by now."

Reid lay on the bed with "Reminiscence of Things Past" beside his pillow.While waiting for a reply after sending the email, he casually flipped through two pages.It's a pity that serious literature didn't calm him down.

Morgan: "So, you guys just kissed?"

Reid read a bit of disgust from it: "Actually, he is still sleeping in my guest room. Do you think I will sleep with him, will he agree?"

Morgan took a deep breath, replied "tat-tat-tat", then turned around to hook up with the girl.

Reid's cell phone rang, and a yell from a handsome black guy came out of capital letters: "Get out!"

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