tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

"—Isn't this the good news you want to tell?"

"Uh... no," Reid said, "Are you really coming to Quantico?"

"Yes, Eden recommended me to attend fbi training." Fiona replied.

Reid's tone suddenly rose a bit, "Oh, this is really great!" He sounded more excited than Fiona expected, "So... I guess we may have more opportunities to meet in the future, right?"

"I think - if nothing else, it should be." Fiona said.

She heard that the new FBI agents who have just been trained are usually transferred to dozens of bureaus across the country, and they will go to the headquarters after at least two years of practice, but of course she will try her best to stay in Washington. Tico.

"Then tell me what your good news is." Fiona laughed.

"Oh! Actually, there are two pieces of good news." Reid said briskly, "Let's talk about the important one first. I heard that they have caught the mastermind of the bond fraud case. I think your father should be here soon." Will be released from protective sex."

"Oh, that's really nice." Fiona said pleasantly. "Thank you, Spencer."

"Actually, I didn't help much." Reid said with a chuckle.

"And what about the other thing?"

"Oh, the other thing is, I just went to a nursing home and they thought my mom was stable enough that she could come home and spend Thanksgiving with us this weekend." Reid said, "You should On vacation, right?"

Of course Fiona remembered that she was going to spend Thanksgiving with Mrs. Reid.

"I'm sorry, Spencer." Fiona said hesitantly, "Uh... Actually, we just got caught up in a case."

"What kind of case?"

"A small bombing, no casualties," Fiona said, "but because it was a school bus, the higher ups are taking this case very seriously. If it doesn't get resolved soon, I think my thanksgiving break might be ruined." gone."

"It's okay." Reid replied immediately, but his tone still revealed a hint of depression, "If you need help, just tell me, okay?"

"Oh, it's just a small case." Fiona laughed. "We'll get it over with as soon as possible. So, hopefully we'll see you on Thanksgiving."

After dinner, Fiona had just returned to the office when she saw Cecil Torres coming out of the elevator.

"Oh, hey, Mr. Torres." Fiona walked over quickly and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Cecil stopped abruptly.

"Agent Mars." His expression was a little nervous and cramped, "Uh...you look good today."

Fiona didn't expect him to compliment her all of a sudden.She blinked. "Uh, thanks."

At this time, Eden suddenly appeared behind Cecil.He took a step between the two of them, "Oh, I appreciate you making the trip, Cecil."

"You two know each other?" Fiona asked.

"Yes, I used to work with his father, Professor Chris, and his father helped me a lot on several cases." Eden said, "So we are old friends. I just called Chirs and he said He's on a business trip."

"So my father called me and asked me to come over in his place," Cecil said, "I hope you don't mind, Agent Eden."

"Of course not." Eden said enthusiastically, "Go to my office." He turned his head to look at Fiona, "Please pour me a cup of coffee, please?"

Fiona paused, "Okay, no problem."

But Cecil looked a little uncomfortable, "Oh, don't bother."

"It's okay." Fiona said calmly, "Do you need to add sugar? I suggest you add some, because the coffee here is not very good."

"Okay." Cecil said solemnly, "Thank you, Agent Mars."

Fiona returned to the big office after delivering coffee to Cecil.

"Who is that?" Sarah asked.

"ceciltorres," Fiona said, "that guy we were talking about just now."

"Oh, did you see Eden's expression just now?" Sarah said to Fiona, "He only shows that expression when dealing with superiors. What is the origin of that young man named Cecil?"

"All I know is that his father was an FBI," Fiona said.

"I bet it's not that simple." Sarah said, "Wait a minute." She started searching her database as she spoke. A minute later, she exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, my God."

"what happened?"

"Cecil's mother, Andrea Holden, is a high-level FBI official. It seems that the woman still keeps her maiden name." Sarah turned to look at Fiona, "Besides, she is in charge of the White-collar Criminal Investigation Section."

Then, with the help of cecil, they carefully analyzed the structure of the detonator. Cecil is indeed a powerful demolition expert, just like his father.

"It doesn't look like it was made by a professional." Cecil said, "See the structure here? It looks more like it was made by a novice who just mastered the detonator technology, but the manufacturing method is very jerky. You said he blew it up." an empty school bus?"

"That's right." Fiona replied.

"Then I guess he will commit crimes again." Cecil said with a frown.

"Why do you say that?" Alick asked.

"Because I know these guys." Cecil said worriedly. "Blowing up the school bus is probably just a small experiment. I think he will soon be tempted to blow up something more attention-grabbing."

"You sound like a profiler," Sarah said, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, I'm not that professional." Cecil said quickly, "This is just a conclusion based on my experience."

"I thought you were just an employee of a communication company." Fiona said with a smile.

"Yes, I'm just working there." Cecil said, "My dad asked me to go there to help his friend and I'll leave after I finish the project."

Fiona raised her eyebrows, "It sounds like you often run errands for your father."

"That's right." Cecil shrugged helplessly, "He always likes to push troubles to me." He froze for a second, "Uh, no, I'm not saying your case is a trouble, I mean—other some things."

At this time, Fiona's cell phone rang suddenly.

After answering the phone, she sighed and looked at everyone.

"Torres is right, this case is really troublesome." She said, "There was another explosion just now in an abandoned building that is about to be demolished, and this time it was quite powerful."

Fiona was almost ready to not spend Thanksgiving with Reid and the others.

Because the lone building was almost half blown up, it seemed that at least a hundred of the previous detonators were needed to achieve this effect.

But they soon discovered that things might not be as complicated as they thought.

The appraisers believed that the building was simply a factory for illegally processing detonators in private.

"It seems that something went wrong when processing the detonator." One of the appraisers said, "This kind of thing can easily happen, because their production environment is too simple."

They later dug up a dying man, whose leg had been broken by a falling wall, among the rubble of the building.He was a physics teacher at the nearby middle school, and they suspected that he was helping these people illegally develop a detonator, which turned out to be the case.

Finally, the physics teacher lay in the hospital and admitted that he actually stuffed the bomb into the empty school bus because he wanted to test the power of the explosion.It was also to show those buyers that the detonators he had developed were indeed powerful.

Fiona is glad that Cecil wasn't right.Somehow it was somewhat of a relief that the suspect was doing it for pure profit and not for some crazy reason.

"I can't believe my last case at gbi is over like this," she told Sarah, rubbing her temples, "apparently I didn't do anything in this case - except pour a cup of coffee. "

"You should take a good rest for a few days, Fiona." Sarah said, "You always set too strict demands on yourself."

"Do I have it?" Fiona asked in surprise.

"Of course." Sarah narrowed her eyes and smiled, "You should look in the mirror, your brows are always frowning, and you'll get wrinkles if you keep doing this."

"Well, maybe you're right," Fiona said, "I've been feeling really tired lately."

"Yes, as I said." Sarah smiled, "Go home and rest, and treat yourself before going to Quantico."

looking at sarah, fiona suddenly realized that they had become close friends.

She immediately put out her arms and hugged Sarah, "Thank you, Sarah. Take care of yourself, okay?"

"Oh... well." Sarah smiled and accepted Fiona's hug, "Don't worry, we can meet again."

On Saturday morning, Fiona took the earliest flight to Las Vegas.

Reid was standing outside the airport waiting for her.He stood next to a black Ford car that looked very old, smiled and waved to Fiona.

Fiona walked over quickly and hugged him tightly.The familiar breath made her take a deep breath with satisfaction.

"Oh, God, I miss you so much." She lightly stroked Reid's back and joked, "If it wasn't for dragging my luggage, I would have just rushed over and hugged Reid like in the movie. your."

Reid hugged her tighter, almost making her breathless.He chuckled softly, kissed her on the cheek, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I miss you too, Fiona."

Fiona let go of her arm, and pressed Reid's soft lips tightly without hesitation.God, she missed that feeling.

About a minute later, there was a sudden sound of knocking on the glass in the Ford car behind Reid.

Fiona was taken aback.Panting, she separated from Reid, only to see Mrs. Reid rolling down the car window to reveal a pair of eyes.

"Sorry to bother you. But with all due respect, you look like... uh, glued together—"

Reid immediately cried out dumbfounded: "Mom."

"So I guess you won't be over for a while," Mrs. Reid complained in a childlike tone. "I guess we can hurry to breakfast?"

"No problem, let's go." Fiona shrugged and smiled.

"You have to know that breakfast is very important to me, because I stopped eating late at night recently." When getting into the car, Mrs. Reid was still rambling, "In short, I will never bother you after breakfast. But I hope you have taken protective measures - of course, it's not that I don't want grandchildren, it's just..."

"Oh, Mom." Reid quickly interrupted her, "Let's rest for a while, okay?"

"Sorry, I don't usually talk so much." Mrs. Reid said quickly, "I think it must be the effect of the pill they gave me before I left. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, of course I don't mind, Mrs. Reid." Fiona said calmly.

"You can call me Diana." Mrs. Reid smiled.

Fiona felt a little flattered, "Uh...ok, Diana."

In the next few minutes, Mrs. Reid has been looking out of the window lost in thought.

"So when are you going to get married?" she said suddenly, turning her head.

"Mom!" Reid yelled helplessly.

"Sorry," muttered Mrs. Reid.

Fiona couldn't help but laugh, she could predict that her Thanksgiving break would never be boring.