CM The future I see without you

When the ambient temperature is lower than zero degrees Celsius and the relative humidity is higher than [-]%, water vapor can condense on ice crystals to form ice crystals, and as more water vapor condenses out of the air, the ice crystals become snow crystals.

Reid pushed open the window, watching the goose-feather-like snow falling on the edge of the window, and then slowly melting into a puddle of water stains, with a complex look on his face.

This is the first snow in Quantico since the beginning of winter. It is white and lovely, but it is not exciting.

"Whose phone number?"

"Robert Mueller." Reid lowered his head and turned off the call page, and answered lightly. He glanced at Rossi who was asking, and hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong? What did he say?"

"He, he told us not to worry." Reid tried to straighten out his logic, paused for a while, organized his words, and said, "Then he said he still had a meeting, so, just hung up."

"that's it?"

"Probably?" Reid walked back to his seat slowly, and said, "He said that instead of worrying about the documents related to Russia, he should think about who the murderer who killed the two agents was."

"Oh, it seems that our supernatural director also has information delays." Rossi raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you tell him that we already know who the murderer is?"

"No, he hung up the phone after he finished speaking." After Reid finished speaking, he returned to the analysis room. It was warm inside, and the central air conditioner was running silently, dividing the indoor and outdoor into two worlds.

The doctor did not sit down immediately, but leaned halfway on the corner of the table, silently fixing his eyes on the profile photo of the woman on the big screen.

This is a candid photo that can be said to be very blurry, the light is dim, and the edges are even a little blurred due to lack of focus, but none of these can affect the beauty of the woman. She is wearing an ankle-length caramel-colored coat, and her long brown-black hair is in the breeze. The middle part is lifted back, revealing the rosy sexy lips.

She was probably looking for the person she was waiting for in the dense crowd, her eyes were full of eagerness and anticipation.Good figure, beautiful face, blurred crowd and dim light, the blurry picture is like a freeze frame of an old and elegant Italian love movie.

"Lindsay Al-Assad, before this lady graduated from Cambridge, she has already registered with the CIA, French Military Intelligence Agency, MI5 and other multinational security affairs bureaus with no less than medium and high danger signs." Garcia looked at the information displayed on the computer page , sighed, "But she doesn't seem to be very popular with her father, oh, or the whole family. As one of his father's 25 illegitimate children, Lindsay Al-Assad grew up on the street. At the age of 15 She was taken back to her family and officially started studying, but she was not only beautiful, but also good at studying. Later, she was admitted to Cambridge Medical School with an exception, and returned to Syria after obtaining a doctorate in biochemistry. Her subsequent experience was blank. But no one declared her missing, as if a real person just disappeared out of thin air."

"Wait." Morgan interrupted suddenly, pointing to one of the records and said, "Why was she released after only three days of detention after being arrested by MI5?"

Garcia was taken aback, checked, and said, "It was a man named John Mowbray who released her on bail."

"Mowbray?" Emily repeated the familiar surname in a low voice, nodded slightly and said, "Since she was in Cambridge, it doesn't seem so strange."

"Why?" Garcia asked curiously.

"Because this family enjoys a relatively high title in the UK," Reid said, "Although the concept of these levels is relatively indifferent now, their family's financial power and political influence in the UK cannot be underestimated. Like this John Mowbray, let's not talk about him this year Officially inherited the family business, that is, his father and brother have been in the House of Lords for about ten years."

"It may be longer." Emily quickly browsed through the following information, and sighed, "The people Lindsay Al-Assad met are basically either rich or expensive, why does she have to do these dangerous things since she has this capital. "

"It's also possible that these dangerous things brought her wealth and status." Reid switched the photo on the big screen to another photo of a woman and some men partying, especially zooming in on one of the men's heads, saying, " This man, in Lindsay Al-Assad and high society gatherings, is 80.00% of the photos Three, Garcia, can you find out who he is?"

"Emmm," Garcia said, squinting for a moment, "it's too blurry, but I can try."

"Do you have any ideas?" Rossi asked softly.

Reid nodded. He simply shrunk down the photos Jafferson gave and the information Garcia could find and moved them to the big screen. The photos that had been studied thousands of times were assembled on one screen, like a swarm of bees or a turbulent storm. The incoming tide drowned them all.

Morgan squinted and struggled to figure out which photo those little squares belonged to.

"Although we were refused to investigate the case together, and we didn't go to the scene, we can only draw a profile based on some photos and autopsy reports," Reid said slowly, "This is an organized and premeditated crime. The murderer Know the victim, and have personal emotional entanglements with these two people, not excluding Jacques. The second point, just from the photos of the scene, it is very clean except for broken glass and blood stains. I don’t think the murderer came from a corner or Instead, they ran into each other, talked, and Natalie even had time to text Jacques goodbye before being shot and killed."

"No resistance?" Emily couldn't believe it.

MOrgan nodded, agreeing with Reid's thoughts, saying: "If I were the murderer, sneaking a soldier back from the battlefield would not be my first choice. However, I think Natalie confronted the other party, although it was not successful. .”

"The third point is the one I've never been sure about." Reid turned to the big screen with a complicated expression. He looked at the sad, angry, living people who knew nothing and laughed, and said, "This Dean Tavoularis may , or, maybe, have a secret, stable, romantic relationship."

"This unknown love affair may be the root of all grievances." Reid said bitterly, "Dean Tavoularis died in the explosion, Natalie was buried in the garden of Jacques' home, and Agent Levine was found in a hotel in the suburbs of Texas. Yes, I asked Garcia to look it up, the previous owner of that hotel was the girlfriend he had the longest relationship with in his relationship."

"If we want to catch her, then..." Emily and Morgan looked at each other, and he obviously understood what he hadn't finished.

If you want to catch this kind of organized and planned murderer, you just need to follow her thoughts and act first, rush to the next potential victim and wait for the rabbit.

"But these are just your guesses." Rossi thought for a while and said, "Reid, Jacques has been secretly transferred, he will not be in any danger."

"Really?" Reid put his hands on the table, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Rossi, Lindsay Al-Assad survived that cannibalistic family as an illegitimate child, and can become a hot international biochemist." Home, although we don't know what she went through, she is definitely not a soft-hearted person, or someone who gives up her goals easily."

Emily nodded and said, "Natalie, a highly vigilant senior detective, would have been aware that she was being followed a few months ago and secretly moved to Jacques' apartment, and she knew all about it, if that's the case... "

"Jacques is dangerous no matter where it is." Rossi sighed slightly. "Although it is not certain that Jacques is the next target, it is only a matter of time before Lindsay Al-Assad finds him."

MOrgan was about to speak, when HOtch walked in quickly, JJ behind him was sneezed hard by the warm wind blowing on his face.

Hotch interrupted the discussion with a frown, saying, "I went to the commissioner who looked into those files."

"How?" Rossi asked, standing up.

Hotch glanced at the stubble-faced Reid, motioned Morgan to close the door, and waited for everyone to sit back, before saying, "Those documents are not Russian-linked documents at all."

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief.

"And Jacques?" Morgan asked.

"It's a little worse than that." HOtch shook his head and said, "They told me that it records the details of Jacques's last mission. The U.S. military in Syria, or the United States as a whole, could be caught in a crisis of public opinion."

"Did they say why?"

"Slaughter." Hotch said coldly.

"What?" Garcia was startled by such a serious team leader, and asked blankly.

Reid was silent, and also looked at Hotch, his muscles were tense, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his eyes were red, he was clearly on the verge of collapse, but he was still trying his best to restrain himself.

But Hotch nodded.

JJ next to him distributed some documents to the people present, those were only partial photocopies, and the commissioner investigating the Russian collusion case did not allow them to take the documents away. Clear copies only.

"Jacques' team was ordered to rescue the patrol, but when they got to the scene, they realized that was not the case," Hotch said.

"That house is actually a biochemical research institute. What they want to rescue are the trapped ten researchers." JJ said, "Besieged by the violent 'experiments', ten researchers from the United States and Russia researcher."

Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak, and the analysis room fell into dead silence for a moment.

After a long time, Garcia said dryly: "They use people as experiments?"

JJ sighed inaudibly, but nodded.

Morgan said: "US-Russia? I always thought..."

"Nothing is impossible in the face of huge benefits." Emily replied coldly, as if she was used to it.

"What happened to the massacre?"

"Dean Tavoularis, as the team leader, reported the situation to the base as soon as possible, and the answer he received was 'rescue those researchers', but when they were about to act, they discovered that the researched and unstable potions had been broken, and the people inside were not The possibility of being contaminated cannot be ruled out." JJ paused, then said, "The superior's answer is to kill all of them on the spot, including the researcher."

The detectives present trembled, there were ten researchers in that house alone, so what about those so-called 'experiments'?What about the security guards?

All killed, the four words are bloody, which makes people feel chills.

HOtch is right, it's not that different from a massacre.

He went on to say: "I don't know what happened later, the house exploded, Dean Tavoularis died on the spot, and the rest survived, and all the records at that time were deleted, except for the document brought back by the three of them, which was recorded in code Records of international calls between Dean Tavoularis and the heads of the U.S. and Russia at the time."

"They, I mean, those commissioners," Morgan asked suspiciously, "how did they think of finding these, emmm, these leads?"

JJ said: "After Jacques was arrested, he asked to see a person, William, that William MP."

"Aren't Jacques and him an old acquaintance?" Morgan said, "Besides, he still has a certain voice here, so it's not surprising to see him."

"That's what I said, but Jacques didn't even mention a request for bail." JJ said, "They thought there was something 'worth investigating', and they discovered the secrets in these documents. The proposal was made by Congressman William alone, maybe it has been too long or it didn't have any impact on his promotion, he himself almost forgot."

"It is impossible for the two countries to choose to make such documents public." Rossi said, "Jacques..." should be released, right?

"Not now," Hotch replied. "They want to use Jacques to find that other group of people who want to release this information."

Reid then raised his eyebrows and said, "Lindsay Al-Assad."

Emily turned her head to look at the big screen, and said, "Maybe Lindsay Al-Assad is one of the ten researchers. She didn't die for some reason. After many years, she organized everything, made full preparations, and came back for revenge. "

"So Jacques is in danger now," Hotch said. "Although it was the leaders of the two countries who gave the order, it was Jacques' team that carried out the mission and came face to face with the victims."

He turned to Reid, with rare hesitation.

Reid's pupils dilated slightly, he took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, but staggered slightly backwards.

He didn't even say a word, he turned around and walked out quickly, the pace became faster and faster, and finally he started to sprint, and he couldn't tell whether it was warm or cold wind blowing past him, and the doctor's heart beat faster and faster , His temples were throbbing, his whole body was gripped by an indescribable fear, and even his heavy breathing was cold with despair.

Soft, crystal-clear snowflakes floated in from the narrow corridor window, landed on the doctor's shoulders, and finally slowly melted a small inconspicuous drop of water, dissipating in the air.

"What happened to him?" Garcia asked in a daze, not understanding what happened.

Everyone stood up, quickly cleaned up the things on the table, and was ready to go in the blink of an eye.

MOrgan patted Garcia's shoulder, and explained in a low voice: "Jacques was the sniper who was on the mission at that time. If that woman was really out for revenge, her team, Garcia, is the only one on her list, let alone..."

What's more, Jacques is the only one left in that team now.

**

Snowing.

When Jacques made this judgment in a daze, he didn't open his eyes, he just felt the coldness and touch of snowflakes slowly melting on his bare, warm skin.

After all, raindrops are different from snowflakes. Snowflakes are quiet. In the howling wind, they fall from the vast expanse of sky with great momentum, but they always maintain their own silence, and then die quietly.

Sometimes Jacques wishes he could be like snow, silently, slowly, dissolving in the air.

"You're awake." A female voice sounded coldly.

Jacques frowned slightly and struggled a few times. His painful eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold. It took him a long time to feel the light, and then a faint and dull sky appeared in front of him, with countless white spots floating around, like The stars descend.

He blinked unconsciously, and tilted his head slightly. After a long time, a woman's face was clearly focused in front of his eyes.

This is a strange and beautiful woman, with long brown and black hair tied up high, bright pupils, lips like delicate red roses, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, a smile that is not a smile.

She sat on a simple armchair, facing the young man, holding a used syringe in her hand.

It was only then that Jacques noticed that he was lying on a stretcher. His upper body was naked and naked, with five electrode pads attached to it, but the other end of the wire was hanging empty beside the stretcher, and the transport vehicle was in a ravine not far away. Burning quietly, the light that illuminates him comes from there.

"What? Can't remember again?" The woman said, "You're in shock, they rushed you to the hospital, and then..."

"And you blew up the car," Jacques said hoarsely.

"No, I saved you." The woman shook the needle in her hand at the young man and said, "Your prison doctors are not very good, and you didn't even find out that you were poisoned by opioids."

Jacques shifted his gaze back to the deep dome again. He felt his body temperature drop slowly and his eyelids began to become heavy again. He whispered, "What do you want? Kill me?"

"No," the woman shook her head and said, "You won't live long anyway, it doesn't matter if I kill you or not."

"Then why did you..."

The woman heard the young man's words when she got closer. She lowered her head slightly and said with a smile, "I saved you for a deal."

What do you mean?

Jacques tried to open his eyes, and found that there was another person behind the woman at some point, standing silently, as if blending with the dark tree shadows around him.

The young man couldn't hold it any longer, and fell into a deep sleep.

The woman stood up, handed a small box of injections beside her to the man behind her, and said, "Thank you for what you did for me, no, although we just take what we need, I still want to thank you, doctor."

The woman blushed slightly, and said: "I have lived like a lunatic these past few years, no, to a certain extent, I am already insane, but you are the only one in the world who is willing to believe my words and support me to accomplish these things ,I really……"

As she said that, some tears leaked from the corners of the woman's eyes. She watched the man take the small box of injections, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "As you have seen, he is not dead yet, so, I, Is the deal done?"

"Of course." The man nodded, handed a small USB flash drive in his pocket to the woman, and said, "The file you want."

The woman hesitated for a while before taking the USB drive back.

She turned her head and took one last look at the unconscious young man lying on the stretcher, and said, "Then he is yours."

The snow fell more and more, and the wind in the mountains howled, like the roar of a ghost.

The woman walked through the dark woods and returned to the car on the highway before she dared to relax her tense nerves tiredly.She leaned on the car seat, tilted her head slightly, and saw a black helicopter slowly circling in the night sky at the place where the fire was on, and then disappeared all the way north in the white snow.

She glanced at the USB flash drive again, took a deep breath, and turned the car key. The Porsche roared slightly, and then disappeared at the end of the road.

The mountain forest returned to its previous tranquility, the snowflakes fell quietly, the flames became smaller and smaller, and finally even the white smoke dissipated in the quiet wind.