CM The future I see without you

"Listen to daddy, okay?" JJ smiled and touched Henry's little head, couldn't help but kissed his son's soft cheek again, and said, "Mom will be right back."

Will gently hugged Henry upwards, and said to JJ: "Go and do your work, I can take care of him."

JJ put down his hand, took a deep breath, and said, "If I were Hotch, I don't know what to do? If, if you want me, let me say goodbye to you and Henry forever, I..."

"We're not going anywhere." Will promised earnestly, "We're not going anywhere. We'll just wait at home for you to come back."

JJ blinked, looked at her lover's firm eyes, and nodded slowly after a long time.She stretched out her hand and touched her son's face, turned around and left the door without saying goodbye.

It was raining heavily outside, and even though it was noon, the sky was still overcast, and Will stood on the porch, watching the black Chevrolet flashing its headlights, and quickly disappearing into the rain.

Quantico is about 115 miles away from the city of Voldeigsburg, where Aunt Henry's home is located, which spans three cities, including six large supermarkets, three general hospitals and four schools, and every Chevrolet One mile, you can pass three families.

Those windows are tightly covered by tight curtains, but it is not difficult for JJ to imagine that every night, when the children come back from school and the parents get off work, the restaurant is full of the warm aroma of food and bright lights. That pleasant and relaxing scene is Everyone is accustomed to life, but it is hard for policemen to realize their dreams.

The phone screen flashed green, and soon, Morgan's voice came out: "Garcia found out that Esther Rantzen's brother Daniel Rantzen had an entry and exit record half a year ago, and there has been no news since then. He is in New Zealand. His real estate and company have all been sold, and there is no sign of activity in the country, Rossi suspects that he may have reset his identity. Where have you been? Where is Henry?"

"5 minutes." JJ was silent for a while, and said, "Will and Henry are at home, and I applied for judicial protection. It will be fine."

Morgan didn't speak. After a brief silence in the car, there was a "beep beep" sound of the phone being hung up.

JJ took a deep breath, turned the steering wheel, and the Chevrolet sped down the wide driveway, making a huge splash.

**

"We'll find him, Jack will be fine!" Hotch hugged Haley, patted her on the back lightly with trembling hands, trying to comfort her, but the simple and empty promises were repeated over and over again, but they still couldn't stop Live Haley's cry.

"Hotch," Emily said quickly, pushing open the door, "Garcia found out where Daniel Rantzen was last seen."

Hotch let go of his arms embracing his wife, stood up abruptly, lost his footing all of a sudden, staggered back a step, and then settled down, looking at his wife a little helplessly.

Haley's eyes dimmed, she covered her face with her hands, shook her head slightly, and said, "You go."

The long silence, the exhaustion and anxiety born from the heart, made the whole atmosphere of the small conversation room extremely depressed. Hotch pushed open the door, glanced back at his silent wife, and finally chose to walk towards his teammates.

Jack is still waiting for him, he can't fall, at least not now.

"Daniel Rantzen has suffered from asthma since he was born, which greatly limits his range of activities. At least from Quantico to Voldrigersburg, it takes up a very large part of his time." Reid pointed to the screen The map on the website said, "In addition, all the main roads near Quantico are blocked. If he wants to get out, he can only rely on the Tianzhong Trail. Therefore, first search the area within a radius of fifteen miles from Aunt Jack's house as the midpoint."

"Why?" The sheriff of Vodrigsburg was a little puzzled, "According to what you said, if this person's only motive is revenge, he can completely silence the child as soon as he gets the child, and it is completely unnecessary to continue hiding. "

"Because this is one of his shows, it is a report performance he has studied for so long, and he must achieve a perfect result." Rossi explained, "He has carefully arranged every step, and it can even be suspected that he has assumed many possibilities in advance. Sex came to prepare other plans."

Ashley opened the door and came in. The windbreaker on her body was full of tiny drops of water, and the blond hair around her ears was wet and stuck to her cheeks. She sneezed softly, hung the windbreaker on the hanger outside the police station hall, and walked quickly Walked in and said: "I called the Drug Administration, and the anesthetic injected by Aunt Jack and Dr. Maeve Donovan came from the same batch. Most of the buyers were anesthesiologists in hospitals or small clinics, and they did not use it in their own name. record of purchase."

"Where was the last time he was seen?" Hotch asked hoarsely.

Garcia clicked on the computer screen, zoomed in on the small red dot on the map, and said, "According to the pseudonym calculated by Reid, plus the photos from New Zealand, my consumption list at the coffee shop on the first floor of the Quantico FBI found him."

Ashley couldn't help shivering, fine hairs stood up on her arms, she suddenly felt extremely cold, and there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes looking at her from the window.

Reid said, "Can you pull up the monitoring for the day?"

Garcia shook his head regretfully, and said, "Monitoring is usually covered automatically for seven days."

"His motive is revenge." Rossi stepped forward and posted a photo of Esther Rantzen under her brother, saying, "In fact, the formation of criminal motives is a very delicate and easily shaken process. According to Garcia's investigation, Daniel has been involved since he was five years old. He separated from his sister and went to New Zealand with his father, and during this period of more than 20 years, the two brothers and sisters had no communication, where did the emotional basis for this motivation come from?"

"Family affection? Religion?" Emily raised her eyebrows, guessing, "Reid didn't discover the arrangement of pentagrams at the explosion site, perhaps two brothers and sisters were baptized by the same pagan thought at the same time, and this is not without precedent."

"Then why that hotel?" Rossi asked. "What does it mean to him?"

"No, that's not right." Reid stood up thoughtfully, and he said, "Rossi, he observed us and imitated cases. He was actually not learning how to commit murder, but learning how we solve crimes. So we The meaning of the inquiry has nothing to do with him, the point is with us!"

Reid turned to Garcia and said, "Garcia, can you check this hotel for me?"

Garcia turned to the screen, and quickly entered relevant parameters on the keyboard with both hands. In less than three seconds, the hotel's nearly [-]-year-old detailed history quickly scrolled on the projection.

"Wait!" Reid glanced quickly, and suddenly stopped, pointing to a familiar name, and asked, "Louise Sauniere? Isn't that the name of Jacques' mother?"

Morgan silently read: "Since the death of Ms. Sauniere, the ownership of the hotel has been transferred to the name of her father, the Duke of Sauniere. Since then, the San Via Hotel has changed its business theme and transferred its customers to some dignitaries and high-level national departments. , At the same time, all kinds of free music halls were cancelled, which aroused the dissatisfaction of some music masters. They believed that contemporary music had lost a piece of Eden, and that the rapid development of entertainment is no longer as professional as the previous Sanvia. place for music learning and exchange..."

The San Via Hotel in the past [-] years is completely different from the current resplendent commercial hotel. It is more appropriate to call it a quaint music academy than a business hotel.

From the rare yellowed photos on the Internet, you can still vaguely see the original appearance of the burnt paintings in the corridor. The small lights in the inconspicuous corners of the floor shone slightly, covering the artworks with a faint layer halo.

Rossi glanced at Reid, and he remembered that Jacques used to learn cello here when he was a child. It was also here that he met a person who changed the trajectory of his life. It was also here that he was kidnapped and had no news for two years.

"Where does the road that Jesus said lead to? Reid?" Rossi was silent for a long time, then asked suddenly.

Reid looked into his eyes and murmured, "The place where life begins..."

Hotch was taken aback, and said, "The hospital where Jack was born is less than two blocks away."

The agents looked at each other and ran out almost at the same time.

**

In the end, JJ was the first to rush to the hospital. In the ward where Jack was born, he shot and killed the man wearing a three-layer mask.

JJ carried Jack out of the cradle, the boy closed his eyes, his mouth curled up, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Haley didn't even dare to cry, for fear of waking the child up. Hotch had no choice but to hold the boy in one arm and his wife in the other, sitting downstairs in the hospital lobby, comforting in a low voice.

Daniel Rantzen was covered with a white cloth and was carried out by the police officers. The entire floor was isolated by the FBI. There were unset brimstone bombs under Jack's cradle.

If JJ is one step later, when the bombs and bombs are set, even if Jack turns over, it will trigger the activation of the bomb.

"It was found on him." Rossi stood far away at the hospital entrance, looking at the Hotch family, and took out a silver-white card from his pocket and handed it to JJ beside him.

JJ took it hesitantly, and saw the card read: "To Jennifer."

"Fortunately," Rossi said flatly, "fortunately we caught him."

JJ's eyes were red all of a sudden, she turned her head and saw Hotch holding Haley, one hand patted Jack gently to lull him to sleep.

Rossi said: "Go back, we are here."

JJ took a deep breath, and tore the card firmly and slowly, she said, "Thank you."

Rossi smiled and watched her walking quickly towards the black Chevrolet, her back quickly disappeared in the misty rain.

Reid came out of the elevator, he looked extremely tired, his chin was covered with dense and fine stubble, when the wind blew through with the drizzle, he brushed his messy long hair behind his ears distractedly , but when the next gust of wind came, the hair covered his eyes again.

"No," Reid said softly, "Daniel Rantzen already has his belongings in the car he's driving, but not the cello."

Rossi didn't speak, just looked at him silently.

Reid turned his head, the image of the Hotch family reunion temporarily relieved his gradual tiredness, but soon, the tiredness deep in his bones took over again.

He said: "Daniel Rantzen planned every detail for the entire BAU, he chose the San Via Hotel, kidnapped Maeve and Jack, oh yes, and the card, but..."

"But what?"

"He wanted revenge, and Jacques who killed Esther must bear the brunt, but did he choose to use bombs to destroy the classroom where he learned cello when he was a child?" Reid asked in a low voice, "I always have a feeling that it's not over yet. ...maybe, maybe..."

"How do you judge whether these choices are made by Daniel Rantzen himself or Black Jafferson?" Rossi said calmly, "Reid, no matter how small your feet are, they will leave their mark on this world. You will never be able to erase the influence he had on Jacques. The nightmare can’t depend on you alone, it has to depend on him to end it or break free. Go and have a good talk with him.”

**

Jacques sat up, frowned tiredly and stared at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows opposite. Looking back at him through the clean and transparent glass was an extremely strange young man with disheveled hair and blue eyes full of confusion.

There was the sound of slow footsteps, and Jacques turned stiffly to the elevator entrance, the door opened with a "ding", and Reid walked out from there.

Jacques turned back indifferently, and fell lazily backwards, the soft cashmere carpet sank into a perfect human-shaped depression.

"Jacques." Reid took off the bulletproof vest and coat on his body, and threw them on the ground casually, making a dull sound when they collided.

He sat cross-legged quietly next to the young man, Jacques looked up at him, and according to the dim light outside the window, he could clearly see the sadness on the doctor's brow.

Jacques turned his head away impatiently, but after a few seconds, he turned back silently. He moved a small position and reached out to pat the carpet.

Reid's brows stretched out, and the hard lines of his profile softened.He pushed away the wine bottles and the pair of glasses next to him, and obediently lay down beside the young man.

It was still raining crackling outside the window, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the sea and disappeared without a trace in an instant, but the room was extremely quiet, with only two shallow breathing sounds.

At every moment of history, countless histories spread outward, and countless times spread in all directions.

Human beings are born alone.

Jacques turned his head and looked at the vast sea through Reid's side face. The wind finally calmed down, and the continuous rain caused white mist to rise from the end of the sky and sea.

"Have you been drinking?" Reid asked suddenly.

Jacques gave a low "hmm".

"The doctor said you can't drink alcohol. The last time you checked, it said that the thrombin was low...and you have a mild gastric ulcer, and you bleed easily..." This topic couldn't be stopped, and Reid looked at the quiet lamps on the dome. The huge flower-like chandelier, talking intermittently.

Jacques also listened quietly, and every time Reid said something, he nodded obediently.

As he was talking, the doctor stopped suddenly. He turned sideways and looked at the young man seriously with his head propped up. Those beautiful blue eyes were foggy at the moment, shining but out of focus.

"Sure enough..." Already drunk like this?

Reid thought for a while, stretched out his hand to step over the young man and hooked the overcoat on the ground, gently wrapped him into a ball, and hugged him together with the overcoat into his arms.

Jacques smelled the familiar smell, his indifferent expression softened, he curled up into a ball, closed his eyes quietly, and soon fell asleep, sleeping soundly like a baby.

Reid carefully pinned Jacques's hair that was hanging on his forehead to the back. The young man slept too deeply, and he could only tell when he fell asleep that he didn't have a good rest these days, and his whole body was as pale as paper. .

Reid didn't speak, just hugged the young man quietly, feeling sober like never before.

The originally ignorant and immature young man suddenly became serious and mature, and some kind of great determination was quietly formed in his heart.