tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Annie is quietly playing with building blocks in the room.

"Hi, Annie." Emily knelt down beside her and said softly.

"Hi." Annie greeted them obediently.

"What are you riding?" Emily asked.

"A huge castle." Annie said, "There lived a witch and a princess imprisoned by her." She pointed to a piece of paper with a blond hair doodle on it, which was sandwiched between two Between the blocks, "——no one came to save the princess, she was dying."

Emily looked a little surprised.

"Is this a story you made up yourself?" she asked.

annie nodded.

Fiona's sight on several paintings on the wall.

Most of those paintings were of natural landscapes, such as sky, meadows, and woods with small houses.The drawings are all well done, and it's hard to imagine they could have been painted by a ten-year-old girl, but the only thing that confuses me is that the overall tone of the paintings is very unpleasant.They make heavy use of black and red without the other colors that kids usually like.

Mrs Thoreau had previously shown being overly protective of her children.Many single mothers have psychological problems, but Mrs Thoreau's performance is particularly obvious.A mother's psychological problems can easily affect her child.And this house is a bit too clean, which shows that Mrs. Thoreau is likely to have a cleanliness. Usually, cleanliness patients are more likely than normal people to suffer from mental illness due to the pressure of life.

Fiona believed that Hotch must have noticed this a long time ago, so he asked Emily to talk to Annie.

"Did you draw these pictures, Annie?" Fiona turned her head and asked.

"Yes." Annie nodded.

These paintings are arranged very neatly on the wall, but there are a few obvious gaps in them, and traces of scotch tape can still be vaguely seen in the gaps.

"Where are the paintings, Annie?" Fiona asked, pointing to one of the gaps.

Annie suddenly looked uneasy.

She was fiddling with a sharp-edged building block with one hand, pursing her lips without saying a word.

"It's okay, Annie," Emily reassured kindly, "Nobody's going to hurt you. If you think of something, just let us know, okay?"

"Those paintings were burned by my mother." Annie replied in a very small voice, her brows furrowed, "...my mother doesn't like those paintings."

"Why doesn't she like it? What's in those paintings?" Emily asked gently.

Annie glanced at Emily, and whispered timidly: "...If I tell you, can you promise not to tell my mother? She doesn't like me mentioning those things to others."

"We promise." Fiona sat down cross-legged in front of her, she picked up a crayon that was scattered on the ground, and stuffed it into Annie's hands, "...Draw another picture like that for us to see, okay? ?”

Annie nodded obediently, and then began to draw on the drawing paper.

Soon, her painting was finished.

In the painting is a female witch with long blonde hair and a terrifying face, her eyes are blood red, and she is holding a tattered broom in her hand.Beside her lay a little figure with a frightened expression on his face, and the blank space around the little figure was filled with red crayon, it looked like it was lying in a pool of blood.

"...Is this your mother, Annie?" Fiona asked with a frown.

Annie didn't answer.She bit her lip with a frightened expression, her eyes fixed on the painting.She suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled back the painting, and it became a ball.

She lowered her head and clenched the hand holding the ball of paper into a fist.

"...my mother doesn't like me drawing her like this." She suddenly whispered, "She will be furious every time she sees it." She raised her head and said in a crying voice: "Don't let her know, or she won't let me For dinner."

"Is she always like this? She won't let you eat when she's angry?" Emily put her hands on Annie's thin shoulders and asked in a low voice.

Annie hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"I told you, she doesn't like me." She said hoarsely.

At this time, the door of Annie's bedroom was suddenly pushed open.

It was Mrs. Ahreau who entered the door.

"You should have talked enough," she said dryly. "My daughter needs homework. Annie, how many times have I told you about toys? Don't leave them lying around, understand? Unless you don't want them They're gone."

As she spoke, she quickly walked into the room and placed the plush bear in her hand firmly in the closet.

Annie lowered her head timidly all the time, biting her lips firmly, not daring to argue with her mother at all.

"You still have something to ask?" She frowned and looked at Fiona and Emily.

"Let's go now." Emily said calmly.

Fiona rubbed Annie's hair, gave her an encouraging smile, then turned and followed Emily and left.

"The girl's mother is very problematic. She may be abusing her two daughters." Emily said to Hotch, "And Annie's psychological state is also worrying. Her paintings show that her heart is full of darkness and violence. Thoughts, it must have been influenced by her mother."

"Can this help us find the missing girl?" Darwin asked coldly.

"Victim research is very important in this type of case," Hotch said.

"Okay." Darwin shrugged, "Then besides those children's paintings, what other useful information did you get?"

Fiona couldn't help but look at him more.

——It seems that he really didn't target Reid before, and he looked like he had taken gunpowder to everyone.But what happened to him today?Are you here, auntie? Fiona chuckled and guessed.

"We don't yet know how these things are related, but I'm sure it will help," Gideon said.

At this time, Reid walked towards them quickly.

"A courier delivered this just now." He held a brown kraft paper bag in his hand without any signature or address of the sender.

Gideon stared at him, "Your foot hurt?"

"Oh, nothing." Reid replied quickly.

"We have enough manpower here." Gideon said, "If you are injured, go back to the police station and stand by. We need to keep a few people in the police station."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Mrs. Thoreau who had just followed Reid. "Can you?" He asked her opinion.

Madame Thoreau nodded apprehensively.

Giden immediately opened the paper bag.

He poured a pink button from it.

Madame Thoreau immediately screamed and covered her mouth with a pale face.

"...the buttons on Winnie's blouse." She choked up and said, "She was wearing this pajamas before she disappeared."

They quickly handed over the button as evidence to the appraiser.

"This is really weird," Gideon said to them in a low voice.His eyes were on the poor mother sitting in the living room with her head buried in her arms in grief.

"What's strange?" Darwin asked.His attitude towards gideon was quite polite.

"Usually, if it's a pedophile, or just a criminal who wants to take someone else's child and raise it for themselves, they don't want to try to contact the child's parents, let alone send them something," Gideon said. .

"Kidnappers don't do that either," Reid added. "The ultimate goal of sending things back is not to panic the parents, but to get a ransom."

"So they will definitely include the redemption conditions in their letters, instead of not writing a word like this." Hotch said, "Call Garcia and ask her to look up the child's mother's information."

"Do you suspect it might have something to do with your mother?" Fiona asked.

"We don't know yet." Emily said, "I hope things won't be as I imagined." She said, and exchanged a meaningful look with her team members.

In the evening, Fiona first went back to the Atlanta Police Station.It was actually eden who asked her to come back and stay behind, and he seemed to insist that she was still a seriously injured patient until she got a certificate from the hospital.

She and Sarah sat at the desk together and simply ate a takeaway, enjoying a short leisure time.

"Can you believe it?" Sarah said suddenly, "Darwin has a girlfriend."

"Really?" Fiona asked with interest.

"I saw a young woman waiting for him at the gate of the GBI building that day." Sarah said gloomily, "Then I saw them kiss each other's cheeks, and they went back to the car together shoulder to shoulder."

Fiona slightly imagined Darwin's always cold and serious face.

"Unbelievable," Fiona said.

"That's right." Sarah sighed, "...but I've given up on him long ago. I won't give up my current job because of love, so I didn't have much chance with him. But what about you?"

"What?" Fiona asked.

"Would you give up your job for a relationship?" Sarah asked.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Fiona was surprised, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Stop pretending." Sarah blinked narrowly, "I saw you and that young doctor today. The two of you came in the same car today, and you both exude the same scent of body wash .”

God, is she a dog nose? Fiona shrugged helplessly, "Just as you guessed."

"So you like him very much," Sarah said, staring at her.She used an affirmative sentence, and Fiona didn't refute it.

"So you two are serious." Sarah narrowed her eyes and laughed.

Fiona's mind recalled the sincere expression on Reid's face when he said that he liked her.

She believed that according to Reid's personality, he definitely wanted to have a further relationship with her.Hell, he's almost 25 years old, and he's not yet sexually experienced (it's obvious from the way he's had sex before).So Fiona has every reason to believe that he is definitely not a casual person—if he asks her to marry him tomorrow, she probably won't be particularly shocked.

"Of course I'm serious." Fiona said with a smile.

"Then think about it." Sarah said earnestly, "He lives in a completely different city from you now, and both of you are busy with work. If you want to continue to develop with him, you should think about what to do Trade-offs—"

As she spoke, her mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

Sarah glanced at the screen, "...eden." She quickly put down the chopsticks and takeaway lunch box in her hand, and picked up the phone.

Fiona didn't pay attention to what Sarah was talking about when she answered the phone.She was thinking about what Sarah had just said.

——If she really needs to choose between the police career and reid, it will be a very painful and difficult choice, and she knows that she will choose the former in the end.And she believes that Reid will choose the same way.But now she hid this unpleasant thought, and decided not to touch it for the time being, unless it was a last resort.

She quickly laughed self-deprecatingly.When did she get so sentimental?Now is not the time to worry about these things.It actually shows that she's taking the relationship more seriously than ever before, without really realizing it herself.

"What happened?" she asked Sarah.

There was no smile on Sarah's face, she looked at Fiona worriedly, "They found Winnie's body just now."

The author has something to say: In fact, I prefer to deal with cases than to deal with [sensitive words]? ?heavy fog