[CM] Paradise Nostalgia

"Uh...Uriah, can you turn your voice down a bit?"

In the living room, Reid raised his head patiently and helplessly. He used to read at least five books a week, but now he can maintain three books. It's pretty good. "I really can't concentrate."

Uriah was sitting on the other side of the sofa, knitting a scarf while watching the American drama NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Service), and said with a smile: "You can go back to your own home and watch, then you can concentrate on reading, books, ?"

Reid silently closed the "Voice from the Deep of the Ocean". He was very busy with work some time ago and flew out of state to investigate cases almost every day.At that time, he didn't say more than five sentences to Uriah in a day. Although he had to, it made him feel very guilty, and he was even afraid that Uriah would break up in a fit of anger.

But Uriah has never been angry with him. Not only is he not angry, but he also sends text messages saying "miss you" and "love you" once a day, and calls at least once.

During those days, I was really busy, but because of having her by my side, I felt very happy and stable.

However!Now that he finally has some free time, she only cares about watching dramas, what NCIS?What's so good about that kind of thing!She barely talks to him anymore!

[Is it awkward? ]

Reid thought to himself as he turned to look at Uriah, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa knitting a scarf, wrapped up like a gray rabbit in that exaggerated plush coat.

He couldn't help but sit a little over.

Uriah didn't notice his little movement at all, still staring at the TV intently.

"Is it that pretty?" Reid asked as he approached quietly.

"It's okay~ just killing time."

"I think the murderer is already obvious," Reid's lips curved into a mischievous arc. "The man in the blue shirt who appeared in the first 3 minutes and 13 seconds, I guess his occupation is-"

"Shut up——" Uriah paused, let out a scream of collapse, and gasped: "Spencer Reid! Are you looking—"

She stared wide and just turned her head, and Reid's face was actually very close at hand. He smiled with the corner of his mouth bent, and blinked his eyes lightly. His long and soft eyelashes fluttered against her cheek, and a warm and moist kiss fell on her face. the corners of her lips.

Uriah forgot everything.

"You want to pass the time, why don't you come to me," Reid said in a low voice, with some loneliness: "I'm right here!"

[OMG——]

Uriah can't wait to stab himself in the heart, don't jump!How embarrassing to be overheard dancing so fast!

"You, where did you get so much time to pass me!" Uriah couldn't help lowering her head, and said falteringly, "Spencer...is too close..."

Reid reached out and grabbed her, took the knitting needles and sweater from her with the other hand, then put his arms around her waist and let her get closer to him, "We have been together for 181 days and 17 hours, for you Say, is this distance too close?" He pressed his lips next to her ear and whispered, "But when it was closer than this distance, we had 56 times..."

Uriah was unknowingly pushed down on the sofa by him. Her sofa was very soft, a very soft one. The two of them lay on it like this, and their bodies fit together almost seamlessly.

Those eyes, once so clear that they could easily touch tears, are now like a vortex, deeply locking and attracting her.

Uriah pushed him nervously.

"Spencer! Whoa, wait!"

"Uriah... let's pass the time now..."

"Well... at least... go to bed..."

"I'll go back later... Well... I think the space is a little narrower... It would be nice..."

After such a toss, the whole afternoon passed, and they didn't go to the bedroom in the end, but the soft carpet was enough to provide the required space, and to a certain extent, it was quite spacious.

Uriah's head froze for a moment when he opened his eyes.

She looked at the pieces of pure white and dirty snowflakes slowly falling outside the window, covering the branches and the window sills with a thin layer.

Winter is really here.

How time flies!Is it winter?

"Uriah...?"

Reid seemed to have noticed something, he rubbed his eyes, looking for her figure.

"Hey, are you awake?" Uriah bowed his head and kissed his eyes, "My little prince."

"Hi..." Reid couldn't help laughing in a low voice. He took her into his arms and asked in a daze, "What time is it? Is it dark?"

Uriah lay on his chest, listening to the heartbeat quietly, "It's about six o'clock, it's almost dark."

"I remember you said before that you have to turn on the light to fall asleep..."

"I lied to you," Uriah said slowly, with a smile on his lips. "I lied. I just wanted to wait for you. If you don't come back, I won't be able to sleep."

"You always lie to me." Reid stroked her long dark blonde hair gently, accusing coquettishly, "This is wrong. Couples should be more honest and understand each other. Scientific research has proved that there are 65.75 %'s partner..."

"Okay, my fault." Uriah covered his mouth in time, a little annoyed, "You don't want to be cheap and be good!"

Reid blinked innocently, then smiled again.

"Jingle - jingle -"

As soon as she heard this old-fashioned mobile phone ringtone, Uriah knew that the BAU team was about to start working hard again.

"Hello, Morgan?" Reid answered the phone, and within a few seconds, his face turned pale, his eyes were full of shock, and his voice trembled slightly, "I'll be right there."

"Reid, what happened?" Uriah asked softly.

"It's Gideon, he's an old colleague from BAU, something may have happened to him," Reid hung up the phone, still a little bit stupefied, he forced himself to get dressed calmly, and said to Uriah: "I, I have to go out , I may not be back tonight, sorry."

"It's okay." Uriah felt a faint feeling of uneasiness in her heart. She took out a light gray scarf that she had woven not long ago from the cabinet, and carefully put it on for him. "Be safe, Spencer."

"I will," Reid forced a smile and hurried away, "Bye, Uriah."

That night, Reid did not come back, and Uriah sat on the sofa all night. She called him several times, but he didn't answer.

Later she learned from Garcia that Gideon was killed. Every member of the BAU team is trying their best to track down the murderer, with anger, sadness, confusion, and pain.

Jason Gideon, one of the founders of the BAU team, can be regarded as a senior figure.To Reid, he is part colleague, part teacher, part friend, part family.

In her previous life, Uriah also went to his house with Reid as a guest.

The next morning, when the sun was light, Uriah finally broke free from her complicated and chaotic thoughts. She took a hot bath and planned to go for a walk and have some breakfast.

She dried her hair, opened the door, and found a dewy, freshly picked white rose at the door.

A picture popped out of my mind suddenly, without warning.

Uriah remembered a day half a year ago, yes, on the day she was kidnapped by the "Human Candle Killer", she also saw a white rose.

But what popped into her head had nothing to do with what happened that day.

As if a premonition, or something like a siren, hit Uriah's brain hard, she woke up suddenly, rushed back to the living room, and turned on the TV.

[...Twenty minutes, a local resident of Dallas found a dead body in a beautiful park. The dead body was naked/naked, with a completely disfigured face. It was suspected that the murderer had shaved off all his hair and left unknown information on his back. The local police have launched an investigation , the identity of the deceased has not yet been ascertained...]

"Clap-"

The remote control fell to the ground, cracking the casing.

Uriah stood there motionless, cold as if falling into an ice cellar.

*...*...*

After an unknown amount of time, after a long, deep and painful sleep, Uriah heard the sound of someone coming in from the entrance.

"pat-"

Someone turned on the living room light.

Then came the sound of footsteps, approaching slowly, Uriah's eyelids trembled slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, and heard a "snap", the darkness was replaced by dazzling light.

"Hi..."

Reid's worried face came into view, hoarse and gentle, "Uriah, you have a fever, have you taken your medicine? What's wrong?"

Uriah stared at him blankly.

"Sorry, I'm late." Reid squatted beside the bed, kissed and held her hand, his eyes were full of red.

"I heard from Garcia..." Uriah propped up his upper body and moved back, "Come here, let me hug you."

Reid bit his lip, he tried to be strong, but Uriah... made him want to depend and cry.

He lay quietly beside her, holding her, but did not speak.

Uriah didn't even ask, and patted his shoulder lightly.

And so it went for a little while.

"He..." Reid choked up, he couldn't hold back his tears as long as he thought of that image, "Gideon didn't suffer when he... walked away."

"I didn't even dare to look at his face...we just stood there...watching in silence..." Reid hugged her tightly, hot tears fell on her shoulders, "he has been away from BAU for almost eight years, We barely communicated, and he said he was going to find his original dream... I really hope..."

"Maybe he found it... but he never had the chance..."

"Spencer..." Uriah didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only call his name in a low voice.

"Uriah, I always wonder... am I really suitable for this job..." Reid closed his eyes tiredly, and hung his head weakly, "If one day... I don't want to be left at the end... How would I leave...maybe just turn around and go away...maybe like Gedion..."

"Don't say that!" Uriah's voice was hoarse because of the fever, she wiped the tears on Reid's face with the back of her hand, and whispered: "Don't say that, please."

Reid looked down sadly, his eyelashes were wet with tears.

"Although I can't imagine you doing other jobs, if one day you really hate it, just leave..."

"Don't be afraid..." Uriah said softly, her eyes were full of emotions that Reid couldn't understand at the moment, and so was her kiss, which seemed to be different from before, but he couldn't say what.

"I will leave with you... Wherever you go... I will go there..."

wherever.

The author has something to say: After writing this case, the side story of the line three years ago will be over.

I hope I can compile this case well... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah what if I can't write it well! ! ! ! ! !

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