[CM] Paradise Nostalgia

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On the dark street, the room on the second floor of the capital apartment is as bright as a light bulb, keeping the light alone in the dark night.

Uriah opened the door lightly, holding the key tightly in her hand, praying in her heart that Reid had fallen asleep, but the opposite premonition completely enveloped her.

She had a really bad day today, but the worst was yet to come.

"Hi...Reid, it's late and you're still up?" Uriah whispered, glancing at him cautiously from under the brim of his hat.

Reid sat on the sofa with his arms folded, his face livid, his eyes sober, almost eagle-like, and he said in succession: "I wish I could sleep! It's been a long time since you hung up the phone. It's been over seven hours! Uriah! How can you—where have you been? What have you been doing? Why haven't you answered the phone? What are you hiding from me?"

"I'm sorry, Spencer, to worry you," Uriah had expected this situation, she lowered her head and stood motionless, not wanting to argue with him, "I just...can't sleep, just go for a walk... ..."

"Lie," Reid interrupted softly, trying to restrain his anger, "you lie, Uriah, do you think I can't see it? I'm a profiler and I've been doing it for 11 years. How old are you? faith, to lie before me?"

Uriah didn't speak, and she didn't want to say anything, afraid that if she did, she would lose control of her emotions.

"Why don't you talk? Why don't you explain?"

She refuses to communicate at all!This negative and indifferent attitude stung Reid. What kind of mood did he have at home waiting for her to come back? As long as she explained, he would believe no matter what she said, but what does this mean now?

"Why don't you look at me?" Reid asked in a hoarse voice in disbelief, "You don't want to talk to me, don't you even want to see my face now?"

"It's not like that," Uriah sighed, closing his eyes tiredly, "Spencer, I'm really tired, can we talk about it tomorrow?"

"So you're tired of even talking to me now."

Reid was expressionless, he couldn't calm down at all, he stood up uncontrollably and walked towards her, his brain was completely dominated by impulse, "Then who is it easier for you to be with?"

Uriah stepped back subconsciously, even turning her head slightly to avoid Reid's gaze, she didn't want him to see the wound on her forehead.

But at this moment, this evasive action made him feel even more hurt and angry, and his rationality was completely kicked out of his brain. He said indiscriminately: "Is that the person you met tonight? Who is he? You have been with him all the time. You've stayed here until now, but you don't even bother to make up a decent lie to me! And I'm still waiting for you to come back here like a fool!"

Reid spoke quickly, and he approached her as he spoke, "We were lying on this bed a few days ago, and you said you loved me, and you would always be by my side—how long did it take you to change your mind? Not even a word of explanation? Uriah! Look at me!"

Even with such excessive questioning, she remained silent.

Reid was extremely disappointed and sad, his eyes were red, he suddenly raised his hand and took off Uriah's hat, "Look at me! Say something—"

Shock came into his eyes, "What happened to your face? What happened? What happened? Uriah!"

The dark golden hair was scattered on the face, blocking the view. Uriah stretched out his hands to brush the hair, finally raised his head, and smiled with difficulty, "It's nothing, it's really nothing. Don't think too much about it."

"What happened?" Reid asked in a panic, trying to hold her face with his hands, but he didn't dare, "What's the matter with the injury on your forehead?"

Uriah dodged in embarrassment, putting his arms in front of his face, "It's nothing, I just accidentally fell on the way back."

Reid will be a ghost if he believes it!

She knew how clumsy her lie was, and she also knew that she probably wouldn't be able to delay it for long, but this time, she must not let Reid get involved, absolutely not!

"Uriah!"

"Please..." Uriah suddenly threw himself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and murmured weakly, "Please...don't ask...Spencer...please..."

This trembling hug finally softened Reid's heart, he was silent for a while, he put his arms around her gently, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Uriah, what I just said didn't mean anything .”

"I'm worried about you, it's too late after all," Reid patted her back comfortingly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Does it still hurt? Let me help you deal with the wound!"

Uriah shook her head, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Spencer, for worrying you." Uriah's voice was rare and vulnerable, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," Reid pursed his lips, his voice soft as if promising, "It's okay, I'll be by your side."

Uriah closed her eyes with peace of mind, as long as she was in his arms, she felt extremely safe and happy, and after a while, she fell asleep in his arms like that.

Noticing her long breathing, Reid carefully carried her to the bed, then worriedly went to get the medicine box, and carefully helped her apply the medicine.

So, did not sleep until dawn.

[Next day* Quantico]

On a foggy winter morning, snow and frost covered the eaves and windows in a thick layer, and people lined up in the coffee shop on the street to buy breakfast. Garcia, as always, ordered a large glass of skim caramel with double milk and cream Macchiato walked towards her "Magic Palace" energetically.

"Oh! MAMA!"

She was startled when she opened the door, Garcia clutched her little heart and shivered, "Reid! What are you doing in my territory early in the morning, well, if it's a prank, you managed to scare me, genius juvenile!"

Reid looked at her directly, "Garcia, I need your help."

"...OK," Garcia was stunned, and walked quickly to the computer, panting nervously, "Okay, okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Help me find out where Uriah went last night, her phone location, credit card records, traffic records, anything you can find." Reid frowned, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't drank water all day .

"Are you sure? Because it's already a violation of the law, it's an invasion of privacy... Do you doubt Uriah? What's wrong with her?" Garcia looked at him uneasily, and tremblingly said: "Oh, God, my hands are shaking! Reid , you look bad, maybe it's not a good idea..."

"I'm sure."

"Do as he says, Garcia," a voice suddenly appeared behind the two, and Hotch stood solemnly in the doorway, "Reid, come with me."

The BAU team members were already sitting at the round table in the conference room. JJ saw Hotch and Reid coming in, and pressed the play button on the remote control, and the images on the big screen began to flow.

"This is the surveillance footage that happened last night in a beautiful park in Dallas. There was a homicide here last week. The local police station installed a camera between the trees to prevent UNSUB from returning to the scene." JJ glanced at Reid, Taking a breath, he continued: "This morning, another unidentified corpse appeared in the fountain at the entrance of the Dallas Museum. It was the same modus operandi. The local police department in Texas has formally asked us for help."

"You should have seen the media reports. UNSUB's MO has a very personal logo. It takes a lot of practice to form such a fine carving on human skin, but there is no similar record in the FBI's criminal files."

Hotch looked at the screen with a serious expression, "Judging from the information on the video, I think Uriah Vogt probably knew UNSUB, and even had contact. She is probably one of UNSUB's potential targets."

Now all eyes are on Reid.

He looked clearly bewildered, his eyes fixed on the screen without blinking, and the room fell silent for a few seconds before he said softly, "That's Uriah's hat, she came back late last night, she, she said she Accidentally fell, I thought..."

Reid looked down blankly, then looked up after a moment, as if he was enduring something, "Hotch, can I...can I make a call? It's right here."

"can."

So Reid took out his phone and pressed the number three times before dialing.

"Spencer?"

"Hi, Uriah," hearing her voice, Reid couldn't help but blushed slightly, and he moistened his lower lip, "Sorry, I woke you up, I called to tell you... I'm sorry, my attitude yesterday ...Um... Uriah, are you home?"

"Well, I'm here."

On the other end of the phone, she answered lightly.

"I'll go back later, can you wait for me at home?" Reid's voice was soft and slightly hoarse, "Don't go anywhere, I'll be back soon, okay?"

"it is good."

"Okay, then, see you later." Reid hung up the phone, his friends watching him worriedly.

"Can I talk to her first," Reid couldn't help sobbing, he begged with eyes open, "Please."

"Of course," Hotch nodded calmly. "If necessary, we will activate witness protection—."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Garcia's panicked footsteps.

"Sir, Uriah booked a flight to Dallas this morning, and the plane will take off in 10 minutes!"

There was another few seconds of unbearable silence in the room.

Hotch gave Reid a complicated look, and he froze there, the color faded from his face in an instant.

"Immediately notify the Dallas airport staff and the local police, emphasizing her identity as the victim, and temporarily bring her back to the police station for questioning." Hotch glanced at his team members and said solemnly: "We will leave in 10 minutes. "

[two hours ago]

Uriah woke up from a nightmare.

She sat on the bed in a daze as if she lost her soul, until the pure white snowflakes fell on the window sill.

It seemed that she hadn't had this kind of nightmare for a long time, the loud and ear-splitting sound of running water was lingering in her mind, and she still couldn't remember what Reid said at the end, the despair and pain in the dream seemed to still lie heavily on her stomach. On her back, she could barely breathe.

Uriah paused for a moment.

She belatedly realized that the wound on her body had been carefully bandaged and her clothes had been changed into new ones.She quickly remembered what happened last night, and suddenly felt a little numb.

She has been afraid for too long, regretted for too long, and despaired for too long.

And these are useless.

Uriah has been recalling the details of those cases in the past few days. She didn't know that she was the real target at first, and she didn't even know about the girls who were killed. She didn't know anything until she was kidnapped.

There were very few clues, and when Reid died, she lost all hope and cared about the case.

At this moment Uriah made up her mind, she pulled out the suitcase under the bed and started to pack her luggage in an orderly manner.

In short, no matter what, she couldn't stay with Reid any longer.

Because Uriah had one thing she had to do, she had to kill the man with her own hands.

The sooner the better.

The author has something to say: this chapter is so difficult to write... really difficult to write... fried chicken is difficult to write... this chapter is really exhausting! ! ! ! ! !

Don't worry I won't abuse you.

Uh...it won't be very cruel!