tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Fiona felt her blood boil.

It had been a long time since she had attempted to apprehend a suspect.

She was holding a P226 semi-automatic pistol, one of Emilytsui's favorite sidearms.Thank America, she thought as she ran her fingers over the smooth body of the gun, because in England it was not allowed to carry guns on the regular line of duty.In the United States, she almost never leaves her body with a gun.

She followed closely behind Artie, who was tall and burly.

In fact, there was no need for them to make such a fuss, because the prisoner they wanted to arrest had no other weapon except a pocket knife.And they weren't even sure if Garry Bednob was still at his father's house.

They trotted all the way to the top floor. Fiona didn't even take a breath, but the male police officer following her panted like a bellows.

Artie and fox looked at each other, then he knocked on the door.

"Police! Open the door, Mr. Bednob!" Artie called.

There was no sound at the door.

"I have the key," the man muttered.Everyone looked at him.

He raised his leg and kicked open the door.

"Wow, well done." Fiona clicked her tongue.

She followed Fox into the house and pushed open the bathroom door.

"Clear (nobody)," she said.

The other rooms were also quickly searched, but they were all empty.

At this moment, a terrified cry came from the door, "Oh! Jesus Christ! What the hell are you doing?"

Everyone looked towards the door.

The panicked old Garry Bednob was staring at them in amazement.The pitbull next to him barked at them incessantly.

"Don't be afraid, we are the FBI." Man showed his ID, "Where is your son?"

"FBI!" Old Garry stared at his ID for a few seconds, "Why does FBI want my son?"

"We suspect that he has something to do with a recent murder."

"What?" He looked at Fiona in surprise, "Little girl, can you say it again?"

Pretty girl? Fiona blinks.

"You know what we're talking about." Fox said coldly, "Don't pretend, tell us where your son is?"

"He's in a mental institution. I told you guys last time."

"Listen, we both know you're lying," Fiona said dryly. "Your son came to visit you the other day. There's no way you didn't notice the blood on him."

"We know you hid him," Elle continued. "Tell us, where did you hide him?"

Old Garry looked at them.

"Okay, okay." He raised his hand and said, "I have nothing to do with beautiful women. Let me tell you, my son..." At this moment, he suddenly shouted: "Come on, furball!"

The dog barked and jumped at Elle.

"Oh, shit!" Fiona quickly helped her block the dog.

Old Garry took the opportunity to turn around and wanted to run.

Man rushed forward with a stride and easily caught him.

"Don't even think about it!" Man panted and held him down, even the gun was useless.

"Okay, okay!" Old Garry yelled in horror, "I won't run away!"

"Now, tell us where the hell is your son?"

"At his mother's!" said old Garry.

"We all know his mother died long ago!" Man said angrily.

"But his mother's house is still there, and now his uncle and aunt live there." Old Garry said, "I can tell you the address."

"Then say it." Man ordered.

Old Garry quickly said an address.

"Remember." Elle said, "Let's go."

"Who would name a pitbull Furball?" Fiona muttered, and followed Man downstairs.

When Fiona came out of the apartment, she saw Reid who was squatting at the door quickly stood up.He has not been equipped with a gun so far, so he can only wait for "standby" on the first floor.

"How is it?" Reid asked.

"I missed it." Fiona replied immediately, "But we got a new address."

"Excellent," Reid said.

His eyes fell on the pistol on Fiona's waist.

"Nice," he murmured, before turning and descending the steps.

Fiona knew right away that he wanted a gun too.

She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, secretly remembering this matter firmly.

It didn't take long for them to come to Garry's mother's old house.They divided into two teams and blocked the front and rear doors. Fiona followed Fox's instructions and prepared to break in through the front door.

At this time, the windows on the first floor were suddenly pulled open.

A man jumped out of it, stumbling in one direction.

Fiona, who was closest, rushed over without even thinking about it.She threw him to the ground neatly, and firmly stepped on his hand that was in his trouser pocket with her foot.The man immediately let out a howl of pain, and a pocket knife slipped out of his trouser pocket.

Fox came over and handcuffed the man.

As a result, the guy struggled desperately, turned his head and bit Fiona's calf.

"Oh, hell!" Fiona tried to shake him off, but he wouldn't let go.

Fox stomped on the man's head.He had no choice but to let go of the pain, and stared at Fiona with a pair of scary red eyes.

"Are you okay?" Fox asked with a frown.

"It's okay." Fiona breathed a sigh of relief, but her calf still hurts.

shit.She cursed secretly.If it wasn't because Reid was there just now, she really wanted to kick that bastard hard.

"Are you alright?" she heard Reid ask, standing behind her.

Fiona suddenly became a little happier, and the pain became less obvious.

She turned to look at Reid and said happily, "Well, I'm fine."

Reid looked at her hesitantly, probably thinking that her cheerful tone was a little strange.

"Okay." He said, and turned to talk to the man.

The case was quickly resolved.

This should have been something worth celebrating, but Fiona felt empty in her heart.

"Congratulations on closing the case. Do you want to have dinner together tonight?" Someone approached her desk and asked.

Fiona looked up at him.He is Superintendent Harris, who was promoted not long ago.He is a short, blond, stocky man who is currently working in the anti-pornography unit.It is said that he was also in the homicide squad before, but was transferred for some reason.

Ever since he entered the police station, this guy kept finding various excuses to invite Fiona to dinner.His purpose is simply clear at a glance.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Fiona smiled, "I have a date with a friend tonight."

"Friend? Boyfriend?" Harris asked persistently.

"Not yet." Fiona said with a smile, and then added in Chinese, "But I will borrow your good words."

"What?" Harris looked at her in confusion.He didn't understand that Chinese sentence.

Fiona stood up and strode towards Reid who was packing up the materials.

"Hi, Reid," she said.

Reid stopped and looked up at her.

"Are you free tonight?" she said.

"Well, the only thing I want to do tonight is to finish reading the rest of Philosophy and Aesthetics... So, I do have time." He replied sternly.

"What about dinner? I know a good restaurant around here," she said.

She could have invited him more tactfully.But she suspected that if he was too tactful, he might misunderstand her.So she decided to ask him straight up.

"Uh..." Reid was hesitating.

"Come on," Fiona said enthusiastically, "The Kung Pao Chicken in that restaurant is very delicious."

"Chinese restaurant?" Reid licked his lips quickly, "Hmm...not a bad idea."

"Hate Chinese food?" Fiona said with a smile.

"No." Reid hesitated for a moment before saying awkwardly, "Actually, I don't know how to use chopsticks."

The scene of her intimately helping Reid with food came to Fiona's mind involuntarily... Well, that's not bad.

"Reid, come quickly!" Man shouted suddenly, "How about having dinner together?"

"Go ahead." Fiona said with a smile, "You should be with them."

Reid smiled at her apologetically, "Then another day."

"of course."

Fiona watched intently as Reid walked quickly to his colleague.

"Hotch pays the bill." Man patted Reid on the shoulder and said, "This is a rare opportunity."

"What?" Hotch turned his head abruptly, a rare expression of surprise appeared on his frozen face.

Everyone laughed.

Not far away, Fiona stretched out her hand and waved lightly at Reid's back.

"See you later, Dr. Reid," she said with a smile.