tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

"I just got two tickets," Reid said. "It's hard to get a ticket."

"I've never been to a comic-con," Fiona said.

"Trust me, it will be fun." Reid stared at Fiona without blinking, "...please?"

"Okay." Fiona took a deep breath, "Then let's go—to the comic exhibition." She said, and then took a step and continued to walk in the direction of the apartment.

"If you don't want to go...I mean, if you're not interested, I can totally understand." Reid followed closely behind her and explained, "The last time I asked JJ to come with me, she didn't hesitate rejected me."

"Oh—" Fiona stopped, she looked at him with a smile, "you invited JJ."

Reid's expression froze.

"Oh, no no—" he explained ruefully, "We're just friends. And that was a year ago, when I didn't have many people to invite, and JJ lived not far from Comic-Con , and she just has time." He was rubbing the fabric of his outer pants with one hand awkwardly, lowering his eyes slightly to look into Fiona's eyes, "Now I don't want to go with anyone but you."

Fiona looked at him a little surprised.

"Oh, Spencer. You don't need to explain this." She grinned. "You don't have to be so careful all the time. I'm not mad."

"Actually..." Reid frowned at Fiona and said in a low voice, "I should have confessed to you long ago."

Fiona turned her head, "Confess what?"

Reid hesitated for a moment, and then spoke with difficulty: "When I first entered bau, I had feelings for JJ."

"Okay, so what?"

Reid licked his lips, looking confused, "You don't look surprised at all."

"She's beautiful and you're single," Fiona said nonchalantly. "It's perfectly normal for you to have feelings for her." She paused. "You don't like her now, do you?"

"Of course!" Reid quickly replied, "She is my colleague, and friend, nothing else."

Strangely, Fiona found herself believing everything he said.She always thought it was impossible for Reid to cheat on her because if he wanted to cheat on her, he wouldn't have brought up JJ's thing in the first place.His clumsy performance makes him seem particularly sincere.This is actually unusual, because Fiona has never trusted someone so completely in her entire life.

Fiona stared at him and finally couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked bewildered.

"You know, you don't have to tell me all about your crush history," she said, "I'm not a control freak."

"Oh! Is that so?" Reid suddenly realized.

"Yes."

"…Sorry, I'm so stupid." Reid sighed.

"Second time."

"what?"

"You say you're stupid for the second time today." Fiona laughed. "If you're stupid, what do you want us ordinary people to do? Put your own head in a blender?"

Reid was amused by her words.

They had just walked downstairs to Reid's apartment when Fiona's cell phone rang.

"Oh, no." She groaned, "—not at this time."

Don't call from Eden... Don't call from Eden... She muttered to herself, because a call from Eden meant there was a new case.

She glanced at the caller ID and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's Sarah." She smiled at Reid.

She pressed the answer button.

"Hey Sarah, what's up?"

"Fiona, listen to me—" Sarah said eagerly, with obvious panic in her voice, "eden called me just now to ask where you are now. His tone didn't sound good, something must have happened thing. You'd better call him back."

"Why didn't he just call me when he was looking for me?"

"I don't know. But I'm sure something must have happened," Sarah said, "—you have to be careful, okay?"

Just at this moment, the honking of a police car came clearly from behind them. Fiona's attention was immediately diverted, and she looked back blankly at the direction the police car was coming from.

"What happened?" Reid asked.

"I don't know," Fiona said, "but I have to call Eden."

Before she dialed the number, she was interrupted by the scene in front of her.

Two police cars appeared in front of them, and then several policemen opened the doors and walked out.Each of them looked serious and strode straight towards Fiona.

"What happened?" Fiona asked blankly.

She saw one of the officers resting his hand on the butt of his gun, while the others stared at her warily.She was familiar with this situation—they looked at her as if they were looking at a suspect.

"Fionamars, do you have a gun on you?" one of the policemen asked coldly.

"What's going on?" Reid asked, taking a step forward.

"It's none of your business," another officer said, "Stand back, I won't say it again."

"I'm an FBI agent," Reid said, frowning. "This is GBI agent Fionamars. What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Of course I know your identities—" said the tall black policeman standing at the front, "I don't want to offend, sir, but the person we are looking for is not you. Please stand back and don't delay our mission." He As he spoke, he gave his companion a look.

The others walked over immediately, and one of the female police officers reached out to Fiona to check whether she had a gun on her waist.

"Hey—" Fiona raised her hand angrily, "what the hell are you doing?"

"She didn't have a gun," said the female police officer, and then she took out a pair of handcuffs, and at the same time pulled Fiona's arm roughly, "Fionamars, you are under arrest for the murder of Trent Stewart."

"Murder?! What the hell are you talking about?" Fiona exclaimed, "I've never heard of that guy!"

But they couldn't help but stuff her into a police car.

Reid walked over quickly and seemed to want to say something.But the black policeman stopped him, "Don't come here, sir. I know who you are, Agent Reid. But this matter has nothing to do with you."

Reid glared at him, looking more annoyed than Fiona.

"You can't do this!" he cried aggressively. "Who is your officer? Who gave you the order to do this?"

Fiona looked at Reid through the car window.She had never seen him so out of control.

"We have an arrest warrant, Agent." The black policeman said calmly, "If there is nothing else, please go back. I respect FBI agents, so I don't want to accuse you of obstructing the execution of official duties."

"No." Reid said stubbornly. "Where is the arrest warrant? I need to see it now."

Fiona suddenly calmed down a lot.

"Can I have a word with him?" She said to the female policeman as politely as possible, "I will persuade him to go back."

The policewoman hesitated for a moment, then opened the car window a gap.

"Hey, Spencer." Fiona called his name.

Reid immediately turned to look at her.

"Don't worry about me, there must be some misunderstanding here." Fiona tried to force a smile, "I'll fix it. Don't fight these people, I'll be fine."

Reid's Adam's apple moved, and he said hoarsely: "...I will find a way to help you."

"I know."

"Stand back, sir." The black policeman politely blocked Reid back.Then he got into the car and sat in the passenger seat, "Let's go."

Fiona turned her head and watched Reid's figure fade away through the car window.His expression was filled with deep worry.She tried to flash him a smile, but their car turned a corner and Reid disappeared immediately.

Fiona sat on a hard chair, staring at the glossy mirror opposite, where her own reflection was reflected.She knew that there must be several pairs of eyes behind the glass silently observing her every move.

She never imagined that one day she would be sitting in an interrogation room as a suspect.

Time passed by every minute.How long has it been since that black cop left? 10 minutes?Two 10 minutes?

She felt an uncontrollable agitation churning inside her, like someone had lit a fire inside her.She suddenly had a deep understanding of the emotions of those suspects awaiting interrogation—especially when they were innocent, and the process was almost like a chronic torture.

At this time, the door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open.

The person who came in surprised Fiona.

——It turned out to be Toland.

"Toland." Fiona raised her eyebrows, leaned against the back of the chair and crossed her arms.She stared at him suspiciously, "You arrived really fast, do you have the ability to foretell?"

Toland stared at Fiona blankly, and then put a photo in front of her.

——That is the photo that Fiona handed to Sarah.

"What do you mean?" She raised her head and frowned and asked, "What happened to this photo? Why is it in your hand?"

Toland sat down slowly opposite her.He stared sharply into Fiona's eyes, as if trying to probe her thoughts, "Don't you know her, Mars?"

"What's going on, Toland?" Fiona frowned and asked anxiously, "What the hell are you doing?"

"This girl," Toland tapped the photo with his fingers, approached Fiona's face, and said slowly, "Her name is Trent Stewart, and she died in a murder two years ago." He picked up the photo , shaking slightly in front of Fiona, said coldly: "Don't tell me you don't recognize this face, Mars."

"Listen, toland." Fiona took a deep breath impatiently and said quickly, "I haven't been suspended yet, if you still understand that I'm still your direct boss, just show me some respect and don't treat those interrogation The prisoner's formula was used on me. So let's skip the crap and just say what the hell is going on, okay?"

Toland put down the photo and sat up straight again.He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Fiona, "Okay. Then I'll be straight." He paused, and said clearly, "We have every reason to suspect that you murdered Trent Stewart."

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Then... Maybe there will be a second update tonight?