[Variety Drama] Serious Nonsense

Flora hasn't heard from Rhett in the past two days. They have been in a formal relationship for nearly a month. Rhett will take time to call her and chat with her every few days, and occasionally have a meal or something, bau Too busy, she knew it.On the other hand, Flora searched for possible cases related to that person in the fbi's powerful intelligence database in the past two years, but the information she could get was very little.

In the morning, Flora took the initiative to call Rhett. She could hear Rhett's tone on the phone was very low. He told her that he went to the funeral of a colleague yesterday, and then ended the call hastily.

There was still some time before lunch, and she was typing on the keyboard to search for the information requested above, when she suddenly heard a colleague around her talk about Bau sacrificing a senior agent.She recalled Rhett's dismay telling her about a funeral this morning, and she inserted herself into the conversation.

"I'm sorry, may I ask who the agent who died was?"

The exchange was with two male colleagues, who were a little more senior than Flora, but neither of them underestimated this charming young woman who had only been an intern for a few months. One of them even tried to surpass Flora for dinner. But Flora refused with the excuse of "going back to feed the cat".

"I remember it's called Prindis... Yes, it should be right, Agent Prindis." The colleague wearing narrow black-rimmed glasses happily answered Flora's question.

Perandis?Flora entered the word into the internal repository—the word Emily Plantis appeared on the screen.

She remembered Emily, with straight black hair and the handsome looks of a strong woman.She... died?

Rhett talked to her about his colleagues. He regarded every colleague as his best partner and even family. If something happened to Emily, how sad should he be?

She glanced at the time on the lower right corner of the computer, and the noon break was approaching, so she thought she should go and see Rhett.

"Miss Lopez, may I have the honor to treat you to lunch?" The male colleague with black-rimmed glasses struck while the iron was hot and invited her.

"Thank you for telling me." Flora hibernated the computer, and quickly added: "But I'm sorry, I happen to be going to find my boyfriend right now."

The poor man with glasses who felt hopeful after hearing the first half of the sentence was left behind.

Flora seldom went to BAU to take the initiative to find Rhett. They were at most on the ground floor of the FBI building.She knew Red loved the job, loved the bau, and she did, too, and needed her own space to find out about that.Therefore, they have the same consensus: Never let emotions get mixed into work.

But today was different. Whether she was a friend or a girlfriend, she had to comfort him.Just because his blonde colleague named JJ left, he was depressed.

When Flora passed by the tea room at the entrance of bau, she saw a woman with blond shoulder-length curly hair and a short black suit and skirt—every employee of bau had a consensus that she was going to wear dark clothes these days—she One hand propped up the eye frame with a leopard pattern faintly framed, the other hand rubbed a wrinkled paper towel to wipe the red eye sockets, and the one under him was printed with a cartoon girl on the back of the water in the ceramic cup It was almost overflowing.

"Are you okay?" Flora turned off the automatic water dispenser for her, and the woman in front of her gave her an incredible familiarity.There are several strings of pearl necklaces hanging on her chest, and diamonds are dotted on her nails. Flora has a premonition that she will dress up more exaggeratedly if it is normal.

"Oh, sorry...thank you." She was a little incoherent, and rubbed her eyes again with her hands.

"It's okay, I'm also sorry about what happened to your colleagues." She could probably guess what the girl was sad about.

"You know Emily? Have we met?"

"I've only met her once or twice. I don't think we know each other. Hello, I'm Flora Lopez, an intern in Technical Support." She held out a friendly hand.

She immediately read the slightly surprised expression on the blonde girl's face, and soon felt a little impolite and tried to calm down as much as possible.

She should know her, or at least know her.Flora draws this conclusion from it.

"Penelope Garcia, Bau's technician." She shook Flora's hand. "I know you. You were the one who found the boy before me last time."

Not only that, she also helped Rhett investigate her own information.

"Are you here...?"

"I'm here to find... Rhett." Flora felt that it was better to restrain this address in front of others.

"Oh, yes, you should have come to look for him, and he is inside, go and comfort our good boy." There were still some tissues stuck to the corners of her eyes, but Flora's appearance still made her quite excited .

"okay, thank you."

——"Okay, thank you Black Queen" she added silently in her heart.

When she stepped into Bau's office lobby, she saw the man with his back to her. He was arranging a dozen documents in front of him with a cup of coffee next to him.

She signaled Morgan, who had met her face to face, not to speak, and quietly walked around behind him.

"Morgan, I'm sorry I really only want to be alone..." He raised his head and stopped the next words, "Flora?"

"Yes, it's me, Spencer. I know what happened... I wanted to ask you if you want to have lunch together, since you want to be alone, then..." Flora pretended to sigh, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, I didn't, I..." Rhett stood up, nearly tripping over the chair.

Flora turned around, amused and distressed at the same time, she originally wanted to relieve the gloomy atmosphere, but it almost seemed to have the opposite effect.

"Okay, I'm joking." She subconsciously glanced down at the ground, and her tone became heavy, "I'm sorry for you about Emily."

Rhett lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly because of the uncontrollable short-term sadness.

Flora opened her arms, embraced him tenderly, and patted him on the back comfortingly: "Go and eat something, I'll treat you. No matter how sad you have to eat, don't tell me to have a cup of coffee at noon That's it."

After a while, she felt Rhett, who put his head on her shoulder, nodded slightly submissively, and then relaxed a little bit comfortably.

Seeing the two people leaving, Morgan couldn't help sighing in his heart: Why is it that he "just wants to be alone for a while" when it's his turn, and "have lunch together" when the girl comes?

Flora and Reid sat in the restaurant downstairs and ordered two simple set meals.She listened to Rhett talking about her time working with Emily, interjecting occasionally to comfort her.

At this time, Garcia rushed into the restaurant, ordered a vegetable salad, and saw Flora and Rhett in a blink of an eye.She covered her mouth in disbelief, probably not expecting such a coincidence, and then stepped on her low-heeled shoes and approached.

"Well, I'll pretend I didn't see anything later, so be free."

Rhett obviously didn't expect to meet Garcia either. He only told Morgan about being together with Flora, and obviously he had already publicized it.

"Actually, I didn't tell her." He explained to Flora aggrievedly.

"It's okay, isn't it obvious that I rushed into your office to look for you?" Flora smiled back.

Apparently her Spencer had kept a secret to hide her co-workers' gossip, but he didn't.

A few minutes later, Flora's email app received a webmail from the Black Queen.

She glanced at the corner of the restaurant. Garcia was using a fork to pick up a slice of onion dipped in salad dressing. She held a mobile phone in one hand, and kept glancing at this place. After meeting Flora's eyes, she awkwardly Put your head down quickly.

Could it be... Her identity was discovered?

She opened the email with suspicion and apprehension:

[: Some sad things have happened recently, and now our bau high-intelligence boy and another girl are showing affection in front of me again.Dear little ap angel, your black queen is really heartbroken. ]

She was also heartbroken, she and Rhett obviously did nothing but ate, chatted and lay down and were wronged.

"Flora, what's the matter?" Rhett stopped and asked, frowning.

Flora put the phone aside and shook her head naturally: "No, it's just a junk message."

"But you frowned when you saw the text message, and rubbed your index finger against the frame of the phone twice. Generally speaking, seeing spam text messages is not like this."

Flora: "..."

Out of trust in Flora, Reid didn't ask further questions, and continued the previous topic: "During the days when I was addicted to drugs, Emily was the first to find out that something was wrong with me. She obviously cared about me, and I At that time, I still lost my temper with her..." Rhett blamed himself for emphasizing his tone, obviously it was still difficult to escape from Emily's passing, but he was already very strong.

Since she told him that day that she must let her know if she has any troubles, he then took the initiative to mention the days when he was addicted to drugs. When she heard it, she felt pity and admiration. Stronger than imagined, stubborn enough to put her to shame in the face of psychopaths and drug addiction.

She sat down beside him, put an arm around his waist, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Well, Emily won't blame you for this."

"However, I yelled at her at the time, 'Have we known each other for a long time, how do you know me', my tone was very aggressive..."

The phone rang again, interrupting Rhett's words, it was still an email from the "Black Queen": [: Yes, my ap sweetheart, is there a follow-up to the last relationship, how much your Black Queen wants to give you a red line Ah, let's make an appointment again, shall we really want to communicate with you face to face, apple pie sweetheart.Oh...they're whispering in my ears again. ]

She knew she was joking, and she forgot to tell Garcia that they were together now, but the corners of her mouth twitched unavoidably.

"Well, Flora... who are you emailing?" He asked this question very quickly, in a moderate tone, but it sounded a bit awkward.

Flora subconsciously turned the direction of the phone towards herself. After doing this, she found that Reid's eyes chased the phone screen and then turned away lightly. It was too late for her to realize that she was here. What a superfluous move in front of a profiling expert, isn't this clearly saying "I have something hidden and I won't show it to you"?

What is she going to say?

——I'm chatting with Garcia, your bau goddess of technology?

——It’s not a big deal, it’s just that a familiar netizen wants to draw a red line for me?

She knew that the longer the delay, the easier it would be for people to dream, so she responded decisively: "Spenser, actually...a netizen wants to ask me out."