[CM] Paradise Nostalgia

It was one o'clock in the morning when the call came.

Uriah was still awake, Reid warmed her a glass of milk and made himself a cup of coffee.

"Hasn't Hotch already asked you to withdraw from this case?" Uriah leaned on the sofa in a relaxed posture, with a look of concern, "Why are you still awake?"

"I just need to think about some things, maybe there are some details that we overlooked before." Reid glanced at her and said softly: "I can not participate in this case according to your request, but I can't do nothing , I want to help, more because——this is your business."

Uriah picked up the milk silently, pretending it didn't exist, and she didn't dare to say or ask, for fear of falling into the pit she buried herself.

"Then did you find anything?"

"There's nothing important right now," Reid fell into deep thought, speaking at a slightly faster pace, "There's a strange thing—"

"Jingle Bell--"

Reid picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID, motioned to Uriah, walked to the balcony, closed the door, and pressed the answer button.

"Anything?" Reid asked in a low voice, "Rossi?"

"Son, you know it's against the rules to do this, and if Hotch finds out, we might be in a relationship."

"He won't know." Reid said calmly, "I just ignore him."

"Wow... the little genius has become a bad boy." On the other end of the phone, Rossi quietly hid in a corner where no one was around, and said while observing the surroundings: "Well, judging from UNSUB's proficiency in handling corpses, we all think that This is by no means a first-time offender, the fine carvings he made on the body would never have been possible without a lot of practice, we asked G to look into similar cases, but found nothing."

"What about the suspect? His occupation may be a tattooist, sculptor, handicraft artist, surgeon, etc.—" Reid looked at the bustling city in the dark, frowning, "There is one more thing that makes me worry. , Rossi, the message conveyed by the corpse is completely opposite to the method of throwing the corpse, and assuming that a large number of test subjects were destroyed or buried, why did he choose to announce it suddenly and take such a big way?"

“The body itself, or rather the vehicle through which UNSUB expresses itself, was cared for,” agrees Rossi, “but the process of disposing of the body was so rough that it was found with twigs and stones in it. Mark, maybe this is a gang crime, but usually this kind of UNSUB who likes to use this kind of morbid expression is extremely arrogant and arrogant, and will not choose to cooperate with others at all. We are still investigating this, but Reid, do you know Know--"

"what do you know?"

"Uriah is not the Vogts' biological daughter," Rossi said quietly. "She was adopted."

"what?"

Reid was stunned, his expression was unspeakably uneasy, but he controlled his emotions instantly, his voice was slightly hoarse: "She doesn't know, maybe her parents haven't had time to tell her...then her biological parents Well, have you ruled out the suspicion?"

"They have not been in touch with each other for a long time. One immigrated to Canada, and the other died of stomach cancer five years ago. They have nothing to do with this case. Moreover, the death of her adoptive parents was indeed an accident. The driver was drunk driving and caused a series of car accidents. Someone deliberately manipulated it." Rossi paused, the other end of the phone was extremely quiet, barely audible breathing, "She has the right to know the truth."

"I know..." Reid licked his dry lips that were about to crack, his head was exploding, he tried his best to suppress the pain, and begged: "Rossi, please, don't be now, not now, She's had enough."

"I'll do my best." Rossi sighed and hung up the phone.

Everything became very quiet again, the cold wind was silent, and the snow was falling silently.

Reid's lips trembled slightly, maybe it was cold, or maybe it was for some other reason, he didn't stay outside for too long, and soon returned to the house.

"What's wrong?" Uriah watched his expression, keenly aware of his emotional changes.

"This is just a guess at the moment, Uriah," Reid felt his throat was a little dry, and he asked word by word: "Did anything come to your attention in the hospital on the day your parents died? Or something that felt wrong, anything People, anything, or any image?"

Uriah froze for a moment, "You mean..." She suddenly realized something, and her brain began to quickly recall the past images.

The white walls and corridors were in stark contrast to the bright red blood. She stood outside the operating room in panic. Time seemed to be a living dagger, cutting countless scars on her heart cruelly. The process was dead silent. Empty and terrifying.

"No," Uriah murmured, "I don't remember anything special that day..."

"And then, before you returned to the United States, you stayed in Australia for at least half a month. During that time, did anything happen that impressed you?"

Uriah's face gradually turned pale, "Reid, are you telling me that my parents' death was just an accident?"

"Uriah," Reid called her name softly, his eyes were calm but gentle, "This is just a direction of inference, not a fact."

"But you never make wild inferences without basis!" Uriah said affirmatively, she took a deep breath, trying to sort out the chaotic thoughts in her mind, "but every time he calls, every time he calls, he tells me that he will Kill everyone who tries to get to me - he said to me, don't be afraid, he will protect me, he will kill everyone who hurts me - I don't understand -"

A horrific surmise came to mind, sending Uriah icy cold.

"We never use the logic of normal people to deduce the idea of ​​​​an antisocial personality disorder, Uriah," Reid looked directly into her eyes, and slowly approached: "Don't try to explore, let alone try to understand. There are many ways to frighten or subdue, Uriah, you just need to focus on the present! Look at me, think carefully, when you were in Australia, did anything happen-"

Along with the flashing images in her mind, a scene suddenly became clear. It was in the empty hall of the funeral parlor. She was sitting on a chair and crying, and a young man in a black suit handed her a hand. She held a pure white handkerchief and said to her softly——Sorry, I'm late, don't cry, everything will be better from now on.

Wait, what do you mean he is late, why start now?

That man, even though she didn't see his face clearly at the time, his hand holding the handkerchief was pale and slender, just like Owen later.

Owen, it's him!It's him!

The last trace of blood on Uriah's lips has faded. Since her rebirth, she has been chasing Owen's true identity and origin day and night, trying to solve the root cause before everything happened. She didn't sink into grief and despair after Reid, maybe she could know more about Owen.

But what's the use of just remembering the name and appearance? There are so many Owens all over the country. She searched all possible records, but she couldn't find anyone whose appearance overlapped with the one in her memory.Later, she simply didn't look for it anymore, she thought that as long as she disappeared, after that time, everything would change——

But what if she is not the ordinary one at all, but the special one?

If she is the real target, it is impossible for BAU not to know about this matter, but none of them told her that if the root cause happened farther away, before she came to this world...

"Uriah, what's on your mind?"

Uriah opened his mouth and whispered, "No, nothing."

Her voice fell, followed by a long silence.

"You know, I can tell the truth from a lie, Uriah, this is not something that can be treated casually." Reid endured the anxiety in his heart, he didn't want to force her, "No matter what you think of, it is possible to catch the murderer important clues."

I know.

But whether you have this clue or not, you will solve the case soon, because this has already happened.

She shouldn't have come back, Uriah thought, just like that time, even under the tight protection of the police, Owen will find her, and BAU will find Owen, and eventually everything will return to that place, the huge waterfall like The blade rushed the river crazily, engulfing him instantly before her eyes.

He is gone.

"You promised not to participate in this case," Uriah said coldly, "I will not disclose any more information to you."

Reid's face turned blue with anger, he clenched his palms patiently, and stared at Uriah without blinking, his eyes gradually turned red.

Uriah staggered his eyes, she didn't dare to look into his eyes, those eyes were once warm, gentle, clean and clear, but now they were stained with too much heavy and helpless, it was heartbreaking.

"go to bed early."

She said softly in a small voice, then turned and walked into the room.

Calmly and resolutely rejected all eye contact and communication.

Then Reid closed his eyes too.

But it was another dark night.

Uriah lay motionless on the bed until the dawn, she was like a feather, she moved lightly, as if weightless, and hardly heard any sound, opened the door, passed by the sofa, still frowning in her sleep Reid, paused in front of him for a short while, and finally left without a sound.

At first, she just wandered aimlessly, but later she simply found a staircase in the back alley and sat down, quietly staying by herself.

After an unknown amount of time, she found that the phone was vibrating in her trouser pocket. She opened it slowly and found that the countless missed calls and text messages were mostly from Reid.

She flipped through the messages Reid sent her one by one.

[Uriah, where have you been? ]

[Are you going to buy breakfast? Why don’t you answer the phone? ]

[Where have you been?answer the phone! ]

[I promise not to ask you anything related to the case, nor will I say anything about the case again, come back quickly, it's dangerous outside! ]

[Uriah, call me back, I'm worried about you. ]

[Where are you?I￥*&]

Uriah's fingers snapped, her eyes widened, and her breathing suddenly became rapid.something is wrong-

The uneasy feeling in her heart quickly became stronger, like a warning red light flashing continuously.

The phone vibrated again, showing that it was Garcia calling.

"Garcia?"

"Uriah! Thank goodness! You're all right!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was crying, and the cold shivering was creeping up the spine all the way to the top of the head, Uriah's voice was trembling, "Where is Reid?"

"He's missing," Hotch answered the phone, his voice serious and calm. "Uriah, we need you."

"I'll be right there."

Before the call was completely hung up, Uriah was already running with all his might.

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