[CM] Paradise Nostalgia

In 1994, Uriah Vogt was born in a winter in Las Vegas. Her parents were local wealthy businessmen with a fortune of over [-] million.She loved music since she was a child, especially the violin talent, so her parents sent her to Los Angeles to study with a prestigious teacher, hoping to achieve something in the field of music, but she herself was not keen on participating in competitions.

When she was 17 years old, the whole family went to Australia for a trip, and unfortunately, Uriah lost her parents in a car accident.She inherited all the inheritance from her parents, but transferred all the shares in the company to her uncle, and insisted that she has the ability to live independently, and refused to live in Los Angeles with her uncle's family.

At the age of 18, she applied for George Mason University in Virginia and was successfully admitted. She is now 20 years old.

This is all Uriah·Vogt's life experience so far.On the surface, there is no intersection with Spencer Reid.

His doubts were not answered.

Reid stared at the page of information unwillingly, frowning, with persistent eyes.He probably used 70% of his brain cells to think and recall all the clues about her, but found nothing.Although there is her address and contact information on the information, Reid is not sure whether he should look for it. Maybe he is only curious about her hidden secrets, not because he feels differently about her?

Reid's subconscious is refusing to establish contact. Most of the time, taking a brave step may not usher in a satisfactory follow-up. It is more likely that they have become passers-by between each other, and that encounter was just an accidental surprise.

Most importantly, Uriah Vogt is a college student who is seven years younger than him and has not yet graduated.

At this time, Reid could already imagine the embarrassing scene of two people sitting face to face, with only coffee and no topic. ocean.

Sunday, the rest day, has always been a carnival celebration for the students, and the biting cold of winter can't stop their enthusiasm for going out and having fun.

Uriah has been at home for many days. She lives in a safe suburban community. There are people coming and going on weekdays, but there are no people on weekends. It's time to go for a walk to clear your mind.

She stood on the balcony to feel the temperature, then returned to the room tremblingly, put on a long white sweater dress with a high collar, and put on a dark blue woolen hat. After thinking about it, she felt that it was not enough, so she wrapped a warm wrap around her neck. Warm khaki knitted scarf.

Huh... Finally, I won't be frozen to death when I go out.

The cold wind blowing in front of her was so strong that half of Uriah's face was buried behind the scarf, and she walked around aimlessly. She spent a whole day wandering around.Along the park's river, through the dormant meadows, she and Reid used to play checkers on the stone table over there, usually crushing IQ and turning him into a battle of wits with himself.

Take the free bus leading to the Washington subway entrance, buy a cup of slightly bitter mocha at the corner coffee shop, and spend a whole day in the library. She likes to watch Reid read a book, with bony fingers gliding across the pages of the book, as if The thoughtful and focused eyes reflect a honey-like color in the sun, and she will not disturb him until the night is dark.

If there is an exhibition of anime or interstellar series, Reid will be even happier, and invite Garcia to participate, chatting about various topics without bounds, looking for popular food and snacks on Twitter...

Why is it so cold this winter?

Uriah suddenly lost interest in walking, but she didn't know where to stay. She saw a road leading to the park not far away, and planned to find a quiet place to sit and go home.I don't know where he is, what he is doing now, he must be...

"How could I not know, May 1891th, 5, when I was a child, my heart was about to cry when I read this, oh, are you laughing? Don't laugh at me!"

In the telephone booth at the corner of the lawn, a tall and thin familiar figure stood there with a slightly hoarse voice and a gentle smile, "I also wrote several letters of protest and sent them to Baker Street. Moriarty and Holmes are miracles in each other's lives." It is unacceptable to lose either side. Fortunately, Conan Doyle brought Sherlock Holmes back to life in the end, although it was under the pressure of readers..."

Uriah was stunned for a while before he realized that he actually ran into him here.On Sunday, at the public phone booth, she knew who the person on the other end of the phone was without thinking. They always contacted each other in this way at this time, chatting about various professional and non-professional topics with full enthusiasm, which lasted for half a year many.

Maeve·Donovan, Spencer·Reid's platonic girlfriend, Uriah·Vogt's lifelong rival and jealous object.

She did do a lot of bad things, such as deliberately throwing away the letters she sent, calling her to warn her, distorting and smearing her behavior when she quarreled with Reid... The past is unbearable.

Uriah was stunned for a moment, and it is impossible for a seasoned FBI agent not to notice this kind of sight.

Seeing her unexpectedly, Reid was startled and almost dropped the microphone. He looked at her in surprise. Hastily said something to the person on the other end of the phone, hung up the phone and walked towards her.

Was discovered.

Uriah rubbed her head against the soft knitted scarf, would it be strange to walk away now, what should she do?Better say hello and go!

"Hi... What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet her here." Reid strode up to her, staring at her face, as if he saw her tears just now, was it his illusion?

Uriah touched his eyes uncomfortably, "Hi, you, how are you?"

Reid froze for a moment, pursed his lips, and said awkwardly, "It's not bad, how about you, is your injury better?"

"It's fine, it's all right." Uriah smiled lightly, like a flower petal blooming, "Sorry, I still have something to do, I have to go first."

"Wait a moment!"

Uriah looked at her held arm in amazement, and it was obvious she wasn't the only one in shock.Eyes met, Reid let go of his hands in a panic, "I'm sorry, I, I..."

He didn't understand his actions at all, so that his brain short-circuited and fell into a short period of blankness. How could he do this? By the way, he wanted to seek a reasonable answer, the one that was puzzling.

"It's very cold now." Uriah glanced at him quietly, seeing that his fingertips were red from the cold, and the thin woolen sweater didn't seem to bring warmth, "You should wear more."

"What?" Reid reconfirmed his hearing. Ever since he met her, he always doubted his ears, and often made inexplicable conspiracy theories...

Uriah struggled for a moment, fear soon gained the upper hand, she took off the warm khaki knitted scarf, tied it around his neck on tiptoe, and adjusted the tie smoothly, as if she had done a thousand things for him all over.

Reid was shocked and didn't know what to say, she looked so natural, but in fact they didn't know that well, what the hell was going on?No matter how you look at it, Uriah Vogt is a sane person, she has no family medical history, stalker?No, that doesn't fit behavioral analysis, stalkers have a record of emotional failure, are usually male, and cannot control their extreme fantasies.Paranoia?It can't be him... His hair is too long, he is always listless, his tie is messed up, and he is a bit strange...

"Keep warm," Uriah took a step back, pulling the woolen cap slightly downward with both hands, blocking his sight, "Goodbye, Reid."

"Goodbye... Vogt."

The knitted scarf had a very faint fragrance, and the soothing heat was about her body temperature. Reid blushed suddenly, and Maeve's voice suddenly sounded in his mind (because they hadn't met yet), he should take it off!Taking it off... I was a little reluctant, and recalled the way Uriah looked at him in school that day, and the unexpected encounter today... It seems strange not to take it off...

Reid struggled in the same place for a long time, and even started to think wildly, spurning himself, is he stepping on two boats?No, no, no, Spencer Reid, don't be arrogant, you haven't boarded any boat at all!He's just... at a loss...

"Jingle Bell----"

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his bag, and seeing the calling number, Reid knew that there was another case.He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Thank God!"

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it will be Halloween soon. Uriah bought some super glue and a large amount of candy and chocolate online, divided them into small packages and stuck them on the door of her house. She tried it herself, and the glue didn’t stick much. It can be pulled off with force, and children don't need much effort, and it's pretty easy to clean.

Not bad, Uriah doesn't plan to stay at home and wait for all kinds of bear children to come to ask for candy, go out and have fun, which is good for physical and mental health. After all, it is the last Halloween in the United States.She didn't bother to mess around, so she went out in jeans and a white sweater with two red devil horns on her head. There were already enough people playing tricks on the street, and no one would blame her for being perfunctory.

On weekdays, almost no one patronizes the shops that are extremely lively today, especially the various catering industries are very popular. Uriah waited in line for half an hour at a coffee shop to buy a cup of hot chocolate. She took a lot of effort to get herself out of the Squeezed out of the crowd, she was just standing on the street panting for breath when something hit her calf, not lightly, but she looked down and saw a four or five year old boy.

"Are you OK?"

Uriah knelt down and saw the boy's face clearly, with blue sea-like eyes, golden hair like the sun, and a handsome and lovely face like a little Apollo.

Henry...

Speaking of which, he was dressed like a little doctor, with a light-colored shirt, a knitted jacket, and canvas shoes—Uriah was startled, and asked softly, "Did it hurt? Where did your mother go?"

Henry showed a small smile, looked back, and stretched out the small basket in his hand to her, "Trick or treat if you don't give me candies!"

Sure enough, Uriah followed his gaze, and her chest tightened slightly. The time she missed that person was infinitely stretched, and it seemed that it had been years since the last time we met.

"Wow, where in life do we not meet again..."

Garcia is wearing a non-mainstream Spider-Witch style today. For some reason, through the thin layer of black-purple rose gauze, Reid feels that the way she looks at him is very wrong, and his heart is scared like a bunny. Startled.

"Fate is often unpredictable, isn't it?" JJ raised his eyebrows and took Garcia's arm. "She looks like a person."

"Well, it won't be soon," Garcia raised the corners of his mouth, as if suddenly remembering something, "Did Henry say just now that he wanted to eat that Spiderman's marshmallow?"

"Oh! Yes!" JJ nodded very cooperatively, with a full expression on his face, "Then let's go say hello, and then~uh-huh~"

"Perfect~beautiful!"

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