[CM] Paradise Nostalgia

The cold war with Reid has been going on for almost two weeks now.

Uriah didn't expect this situation before. The psychiatrist in the bureau judged that she needs a long vacation to repair her mental damage, at least a month, and then she will have another conversation to confirm that she is okay before returning to work.

She must have made something wrong with that psychological questionnaire, and sure enough, the paper couldn't contain the fire.She knew something was wrong with her, and while the situation wasn't serious enough to call for dismissal, it was bad enough.

Uriah shook the glass dejectedly and poured rum into it again. She kept trying to apologize to Reid, but he was either very busy or avoided her on purpose, and even if he had to meet, he was just cold. He said hello coldly and left, completely refusing to reconcile.

What should she do?

Alas, I can't think of it, forget it, let's have a drink!

*...*...*

It was also a long day for the BAU team members.This time, they cooperated with the local police and the National Security Bureau to crack a terrorist attack in Colorado. This flight crash was caused by hackers invading the aircraft control system. Hundreds of people died.

It was nine o'clock in the evening when Reid returned to Washington, and it was a very stressful day.

Reid had a headache. He bought a bottle of water and took medicine at the store, but instead of going home, he sat on a swing in a nearby park for a while.

During this period of time, there were too many things in his mind, and almost no day was completely relaxed, worrying about his mother, sad about Uriah, and worried about his own future (maybe one day he will be insane and have a split personality) .

How much longer can he hold on like this?

Reid didn't know the answer either. He listened to the "squeak, squeak" sound of the swing, and didn't get up to leave until he got tired of it.

Back at the apartment, the lights in Uriah's house were still on. He checked the time, it was almost eleven o'clock, and he didn't know if she was asleep or not.

Reid paused at her door for a moment, then walked slowly upstairs.

There was a smell of strong alcohol in the air, Reid frowned, some alcoholic accidentally broke the bottle——

OH MY - H, O, L, Y!

The figure in the gray dress squatting at the door of his house is so familiar!

Reid was taken aback for a moment, he stood stiffly at the stairs, slowly frowned again, walked over and asked condescendingly, "What are you doing here?"

Uriah crouched on the spot with her head buried, unresponsive.

"Uriah?"

He hesitated calling her name.

This time she reacted, Uriah raised her face like a ghost, and brushed her hair, this time her vision was much clearer, she squinted her eyes, looking for focus, and finally settled on him.

"You're back~"

Uriah spoke slowly.

A few seconds later, Reid said sternly, "Please step aside, you are in my way."

"Blocking the way?" Uriah tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what he was saying, "But I can't get in!"

"Because this is my home!" Reid took a deep breath, no, he can't be angry, he can't be angry.

"You nonsense! It's my home!" Uriah argued inarticulately, with an angry expression, "My home!"

"Your house is downstairs," Reid said with the last of his patience, determined not to relente no matter what she said.

Uriah stopped talking, and she stared at him unblinkingly with her gray-blue eyes that were gradually gathering tears, and soon, glistening tears rolled down in strings.

"Ohmy——" Reid never expected her to cry, his hands shook in shock, the key hit Uriah's head with a clang, and he quickly squatted down to check her head, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, are you crying? Well, it's your home, your home."

She hummed softly.

"Uriah? Does it hurt?" Reid touched the place where she was hit, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket with the other hand to wipe her tears, "It's my fault, don't cry, you squatted here How long, let's go into the house!"

"No, I don't know—"

Uriah complained with tears: "Why did you beat me, beat me?"

"I didn't hit you——" Reid defended himself, helped her up with difficulty, and used the key to open the door and turn on the light. "Absolutely, absolutely not. It was the key that accidentally fell and hit you."

"Why are the keys so careless!" Uriah cried very sadly, "It's too much!"

Reid showed a dumbfounding expression, he staggered and helped her sit on the sofa, panting tiredly.

Uriah just hugged him like a jellybean.He tried to get up, but was unable to move due to her force.

[It is impossible to reason with a drunk. ] Reid thought resignedly, one hand resting on his forehead to block out the inexplicable blinding lights.

"If I knew you were squatting at the door, I would have come back earlier." After a while, Reid sighed and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Uriah."

[I know that you have been looking for an opportunity to apologize, but I deliberately turned a cold face to you and only wanted to vent my emotions. ]

"Spencer...water..."

"Do you want to drink water?" Reid patted her on the back and said softly, "I'll pour it for you."

This time he easily broke free from Uriah's shackles, and he was really relieved when he got off the sofa.

Reid poured a glass of warm water for her, and took a thin blanket from the room to cover her body, he knelt down and held Uriah's hand, his voice was low and soft, "You sit here for a while, I'll go take a shower Shower and be out soon, okay, Uriah?"

Uriah held onto his fingers and said softly, "Okay."

Looking at the situation, Reid moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, and couldn't help laughing, "I'll be back soon, I promise."

"you promise?"

"I promise."

[Perhaps everything that happened in this life was caused by the previous life. ]

In the steaming bathroom, Reid suddenly remembered this sentence he had read in a book. He stood in front of the mirror covered with white mist, and Uriah's tearful eyelashes appeared in his mind.

As soon as he saw her tears, he was in a panic and flustered everything, and it was a fiasco.

Reid rubbed his hair with a towel a few times in a very complicated mood, and couldn't help thinking about Uriah's situation outside, so he put on his clothes and opened the door——

"Uriah?!"

A dusty figure sat by the door with his knees folded.

Reid was startled, squatted down and asked with a bit of dumbfounding, "What are you doing sitting here? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

"No…" Uriah said tearfully.

"Why are you crying again?" Reid couldn't believe it. He felt that his migraine was about to happen again, and he didn't know what to do with her. This was definitely the first time he had encountered this situation. May I ask how to deal with a crying female drunk ?

"Uriah, what's wrong with you, why are you crying?"

"Are you God?"

"Huh?" Reid was taken aback, "I'm not."

Uriah put his arms around his shoulders and cried, "My wings, my wings are gone!"

"What?" Reid was stunned, and he quickly reacted. He followed her words in distress and guessed, "Oh... so you are crying because you can't go back to heaven?"

"No!" Uriah retorted loudly, with red eyes and red nose.

It looks pathetic.

Reid suppressed a smile, he had never seen her like this before, it was very novel, cleared his throat, and asked, "Okay, then why are you crying?"

"I don't want to go to heaven..." Uriah reached out and grabbed the collar of his pajamas, and said hoarsely, "I don't want to go to heaven, I want to find you."

She looked very serious, and she didn't know whether she was telling the truth after drinking or talking nonsense.

[here we go again]

The smile on Reid's lips faded, this time he wasn't going to let it go, he wanted an answer, even if it was drunk.

"Why did you come to me?" Reid stepped back a little, "Why?"

"You ignore me," Uriah pursed his lips, his tone full of grievances, "I'm so sad, I'm going to die of grief...I'm going crazy thinking about you...I dare not see you..."

"Why don't you dare to see me?" Reid asked softly.

"I'm afraid..." Uriah twitched, "I'm not qualified...but I didn't...didn't play with your feelings...I really...really..."

[What are you afraid of?Why not eligible?Are you really... what? ]

"Really what?" Reid asked that last question.

"I really love you." Uriah leaned forward, looked him in the eyes, and said clearly, "I love you."

When Reid really heard these words, his heart ached. He didn't know the reason, and he couldn't speak. It seemed that the part of his heart that had been hollowed out was gradually being filled, and something had settled down. Let him have a kind of prostration-like relaxation and joy.

"Say it again."

"I love--"

At this moment, he just wanted to kiss her.

He has waited too long.

[That's enough, and I can forgive you for all your concealment and withdrawal. ]

"Reid..."

"Um"

"I want ice cream."

"……it is good."

"ice cream……"

"Get up first, my legs are going numb."

Drunk Uriah set back at least a decade of IQ, both verbal and behavioral.But love has a magical power. It can control the most ruthless people in the world, making people experience heaven and hell in an instant, and it also makes Reid feel like a dead tree rejuvenated. ice cream.

When Reid came back, he saw that Uriah was still crying.

But he was not as at a loss as before. Reid sat on the edge of the bed, wiped her tears, and said in a good voice: "Why are you still crying? Have you waited too long? Don't cry, the ice cream has already been bought."

He lifts the lid, but Uriah doesn't take it, elbows on knees, palms on chin, sniffling.

"Didn't you promise me that you would not put down the gun in your hand? Liar."

She said it suddenly.

Reid thought for a moment before recalling what Uriah had said when they first met at George University a few years ago.

"Sorry, I won't do it next time." He shyly dodged in his bright eyes, scooped up a scoop of ice cream, and handed it to her mouth nervously.

"Okay, I'll forgive you just once," Uriah muttered, "Not again."

"it is good."

With the first success, Reid took another scoop of ice cream, wiped the tears off her face, and said cautiously, "Do you think...my age...is a bit old?"

"Huh?" Uriah blinked blankly, "What do you mean?"

"That's right," Reid looked away for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at her again, not forgetting to dig another scoop of ice cream, "I'm seven years older than you, do you think... there's a generation gap? Or... think I'm too Rigid, not interesting enough, kind of."

"Didn't I say it?" Uriah drew out, "I-love-you."

"Say it again."

"I love you."

She smiled and repeated obediently, all this was too beautiful to be true.

Reid wondered if what happened now was real, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to stroke her cheek.

"Your eyes are like blue cornflowers," Reid stroked the corners of her eyes with his fingers, his voice was as soft as the wind, "also like sapphires, clear and profound, very beautiful."

Uriah laughed, imitating his movements, playfully touched his slender eyelashes with his fingers, and said softly: "Your eyes are like golden-brown honey, gentle and restrained, so beautiful."

"Oh, thank you."

Reid wiped a shallow curve on his lips, and leaned forward to kiss her. The moist and slightly hot feeling came from the tip of his tongue, which made Uriah flinch involuntarily. She backed away, and Reid kissed deeper and deeper until it was maroon Her long dark golden hair spread out on the bed sheet, and her fair skin bloomed with a cherry red color, until their hands intertwined, leaving traces of struggle on the flat fabric, the whispers and gasps, more beautiful than those outside the window. The moonlight is more lingering and charming.

The author has something to say: Hahahahaha no, think, come, let's go! ! !

Too bad you can't really drive.Tsk.

But the ending might be written once.

Reid is too aggressive in the last few minutes of the last episode of No.12 season! ! ! ! ! Watchme! !

Oh my little heart! ! !

Cute and mature Reid~~~~ delicious.