CM The future I see without you

Jacques heard the patter of rain outside the window, and sweat soaked the pillow along his hair.

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

The sound of the rain suddenly subsided, Jacques felt a little cold, and small goosebumps appeared on the skin of his arms and neck. He held his breath unconsciously, and wrapped himself in the goose yellow duvet, and the surrounding darkness almost fell into hell , The cold wind itches every sensitive tactile nerve on the skin from every tiny gap.

"call……."

Jacques opened his eyes suddenly, but saw a huge castle-like whale, slowly, pushing through the air as heavy as sea water, flying from above his head to a lighthouse in the distance.

He froze for a moment, the dark blue silk pajamas still carried the aroma of the unique essential oils from Rossi's home, but the cold soil under his feet reminded him that he was standing in a strange oriental city at this time, the lights were just on, and the snack bars on both sides of the street were piled up outside. Full of fragrant food, noisy crowds coming and going propelled him forward.

He moved forward passively and blankly, and the real dream made people trance.

Jacques tried his best to focus on himself, he could even hear the disturbing sound of the rain, but it was irresistible, there were always a lot of people bumping into him, on his left shoulder, or stepping on his own foot.

It hurts.

He rubbed his shoulders, and when he looked up, he unexpectedly saw Mueller sitting on a chair outside a wine house on the street, chatting with a group of people like a western cowboy holding a mug of beer. He squinted, among the group of people Saw Hotch, JJ, and Emily...

They seemed to be celebrating, with occasional bursts of laughter.

Jacques breathed a sigh of relief. He tried to push away from the crowd, but he couldn't get close.

Someone else bumped into his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw Reid in that plaid shirt standing on the other side of the street greeting him. The Doctor smiled, his caramel eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Hey, Reid!"

Jacques' heart was pounding and he waved his hands vigorously.

"Here I am!" he yelled, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Reid got closer and closer to himself, step by step, the diameter of Jacques' body, and sat down across from Rossi, joining the conversation.

"Reid!"

Jacques yelled again, as hard as he could.

The whole city seemed unable to bear the loud noise and began to vibrate violently.

Jacques watched the crowd around him cry in horror, the lights dimmed, the small shops on the street disappeared one by one, and Reid was nowhere to be found.

The city began to rumble and collapse, and the whale in the distance rolled painfully in the gloomy sky.

"Tick, tick..."

A few drops of rain fell on Jacques' forehead.

The sudden strong weightlessness made him feel sick, he gasped violently, calmed down the stomach juice that seemed to be churning, and calmed down before his eyes.

Here is a log cabin.

Jacques tried his best to restrain his breath, the surrounding was too quiet, he instinctively wanted to take out the dick from the back of his waist, but found that he was still in the pajamas.

He didn't dare to turn on the light, so he could only distinguish the surrounding things according to the falling moonlight.

The painting collection of birds, letters and books piled up everywhere, unfinished chess... Jacques stopped, as if instinctively, he felt a corpse lying on the ground not far from him.

The man who fell to the ground was still holding a black hand and gun tightly in his hand.

Jacques twitched his thumb awkwardly, he recognized the gun.

In a trance, Jacques saw the man hurriedly picked up the gun but was hit by another bullet, and fell to the ground with his back to himself. The smell of gunpowder smoke in the wooden house had not dissipated, and the blood filled his feet and soaked the floor.

Jacques didn't even want to look at that stiff face. The sweet bloody smell and the sulfurous smell of gunpowder smoke were like a heavy hammer constantly hitting his temple. He touched a chair with trembling hands and slowly sat on it down, silent.

After a long time, he vaguely heard the sound of birds fluttering across the roof, and the sun came out.

Tears rolled down his face, "tick, tick...", like the disturbing rain in the evening.

**

The night is very deep, to be exact, in another hour and a half, the sun will rise from the eastern horizon.

Reid sat in the car, and the slow-aged Santana finally calmed down. Through the car window, he could clearly see the busy figures of the FBI colleagues in the wooden house.

Reid touched his chest, the letter inside his coat was like a piece of hot steel, burning him so distraught, his index finger tapped the steering wheel uncontrollably, he didn't want to get out of the car.

But he got out of the car eventually, he was 27 years old, he had been in BAU for so many years, he had handled so many serial murder cases, just as Giden expected, he had grown up.

Reid stood at the door and paused for a long time, and when he opened the door, everyone turned their heads, with solemn and sad expressions.

A man was lying on the ground, his face covered by a forensic doctor's white cloth.

But everyone knows who he is.

Reid's lips trembled, his chest heaved violently, all the preparations and self-comforts went away with his mind, he wanted to cry, but saw Garcia's tears falling down. Reid took a deep breath, and before Hotch could even speak, he turned and left the oppressive cabin.

Hotch pursed his lips, BAU's godfather was killed just like that, and he even thought it was a prank when he received the call.

When he joined BAU, Hotch was ready to fight evil for a lifetime, even willing to pay his own life for it.But more often than not, what is more cruel than losing life is losing comrades-in-arms, mentors, and relatives forever.

All the good things keep leaving, what you face, what you touch, what you think, will always be the darkest side of this world.

Time will not heal all wounds, you can only go on this difficult road alone.

The firm lines of the man's profile softened a lot under the light yellow light in the cabin. He squatted down, calmly, and carefully put Jason's soft hands into the white cloth.

He sorted out his expressions and thoughts, stood up, and nodded to his comrades.

The profilers watched as the forensic doctor took Giden away. They put away their sorrow, their eyes were alert and serious, and their brains were spinning rapidly, as if they were facing countless previous cases.

Loved ones die, but the war never ends.

**

"The suspect was wearing size ten boots with wide soles, possibly rubber boots." The local sheriff led Hotch and Rossi around the cabin and reported the only clues.

"Who reported it?" Hotch asked.

The sheriff wrinkled his nose and drooped the corners of his mouth, as if remembering something strange.

Hotch and Rossi looked at each other and at the Sheriff.

The sheriff sorted out his thoughts before saying, "Actually, we already have a suspect. But..."

"But what?" Rossi asked.

"The Graff Apple Orchard is a mile away from here. At a quarter past three, the police reported hearing gunshots." The sheriff said, but his expression began to become strange, "We arrived at the scene of the incident at the prescribed time. , in addition to the corpse, I also found a... well, a very strange person inside, wearing pajamas, about twenty years old, a handsome young man."

He tilted his head, thought about comparing with his hands, and said, "It's about this tall, with black hair, blue eyes, and bare feet."

Rossi thought of a person who disappeared in the room and couldn't be contacted anyway, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and asked, "What's his name?"

"Actually, he hasn't said a word so far." The sheriff thought for a while, and felt that it was a bit wrong to say so, and changed his words, "In addition to telling us the name of the victim, let us contact the FBI and you as soon as possible, Other than that, nothing was said, and the whole time remained silent."

"D□□id, do you know?" Hotch watched Rossi's eyebrows almost knit together, and after asking, he suddenly thought of Jacques, but reason told him that the boy should still be in the FBI building for the psychological test he left That's right.

The more Rossi thought about it, the more he felt wrong. He thought that Jacques finally figured out to go to Reid to confess his feelings, but in this way, he would rush over with Reid.

A trace of guilt rose in Rossi's heart. He thought of Jacques' tired look and the tests he hadn't passed, and his worries became heavier and heavier.

"I've got to check it out," Rossi said to Hotch, pulling out the car keys in his pocket.

"Bring Reid." Hotch thought for a while, then gently mentioned.When they came out, the young detective hadn't recovered yet, standing alone in the room, staring at the unfinished chess game in a daze.

Reid needed reassurance from an elder like Giden.

Rossi nodded understandingly.