tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Of course Fiona also likes children, but she knows that they don't have the time and conditions to raise offspring yet.

But she didn't hate discussing it with Reid.

Suddenly, Fiona caught a glimpse of her trainer striding towards this side.

"Sorry, I have to go back," she whispered.

"Me too," Reid muttered, looking at her.

Fiona read the reluctance from Reid's expression.She took his hand and pressed it to her cheek instead of a kiss.

"Goodbye, Fi." Reid said softly.This was the first time he called her by her nickname.

It's been almost three weeks since they were last intimate. Fiona looked at Reid's leaving back, and began to count the date of the next time they were alone together - after this week's training, they will have a rest day.She was thinking that maybe she could ask the training officer for a leave of absence and have a long-lost date.

After being separated from Reid, Fiona's life became a little bit difficult in the next few days.

They began combat training at Quantico's SimCity base.In the previous shooting training, Fiona's performance was very outstanding, so she was temporarily appointed as the squad leader for actual combat training.

Actual combat training is not as exciting and interesting as it sounds, in fact it is very boring, dangerous, and even painful.Moreover, there is a person in Fiona's training team who has not listened to the command very much.

He was a tall, stocky man from Texas by the name of Travis Outlaw.He looks good, at least when he is covered in sweat, other female students will glance at his bulging sexy muscles under the vest.But Fiona hates him because he is obviously sexist.

He always implicitly stated that Fiona is a rookie in other aspects except that she is good at shooting, and she is not qualified to be their captain at all.

One day they had to practice running in a haze of tear gas.

Everyone understands that this is simply masochistic behavior, but no one dares to complain. Travis barely made it through.He seems to have a natural sensitivity to tear gas.Coughing and tearing, he tried to get through the obstacles with his eyes barely visible.He looked terribly miserable.

Fiona almost dragged him to the finish line.

You know, dragging the arm of a man who is almost thirty pounds heavier than himself, running over those obstacles is not an easy task.

"You don't have to help me," Travis said with a frown.His eyes were as red as a rabbit's.

"There will be no next time." Fiona said bluntly.

But Fiona didn't expect this incident to change Travis's view of herself.

He even offered to strike up a conversation with her over lunch.

"My wife doesn't support me being an FBI," he told Fiona, "but I signed up for training without telling her, and she didn't find out what I did until they investigated her."

"and then?"

"Then she left," Travis said. "She was five months pregnant. She filed for divorce the day before practice started."

"I'm sorry." Fiona said sincerely.

"And you? I don't think you're wearing a wedding ring." Travis laughed.

"Oh, I'm engaged." Fiona replied.

"Congratulations," Travis said dryly, not sounding like he meant it.

Fiona raised her eyebrows.

"Okay." Travis sighed, "I just want to remind you that in our line of work, it is difficult to find a proper balance between work and family relationships. You have to be mentally prepared. Then your fiancé must support your work?"

"He's an FBI himself, what do you think?"

"Oh." Travis suddenly fell silent.

When he was about to finish his lunch, he suddenly said, "I sincerely hope that your marriage will last for a long time, really."

Fiona doesn't like the hidden meaning in his words - what does hope last for a long time?Sounds like she and reid are going to divorce soon.Although she already knew that Travis often didn't listen very well, she still felt a little annoyed.

Travis could see that Fiona's expression was a little unhappy.

"Sorry," he said calmly, "I just remembered a friend of mine. She and her husband were both police officers. They lacked emotional communication, and didn't even have a chance to have sex for three weeks, and finally they divorced. "

"You don't know Spencer, and you don't know me either." Fiona said coldly, "I don't think the example you mentioned is comparable to the two of us."

But Travis doesn't seem to mind Fiona's attitude.

"Of course, I'm not saying that you and your fiancé are also like this, I wish you both." He said with a shrug.

Although Fiona thought she didn't mind what Travis said, in the next few days, she couldn't help but think about Travis's friend.She suddenly realized that she and Reid hadn't had sex in four weeks.

Finally, she finally made it to the rest day.

She hurriedly took a leave of absence and called Reid on the way back.

But reid said he was working on a case in arlington, virginia.

"A serial arson case," he said. "You can see the news when you turn on the TV. The case is very troublesome, and we don't have many clues so far."

"So you won't be back tonight?" Fiona tried to hide her disappointment.

"Yes. Sorry, Fiona."

"Don't." Fiona stopped him, "I understand."

"By the way, how's the training going?"

"It's still the same." Fiona replied lightly, "Don't worry about me, just take care of yourself."

Reid's steady breathing came from the phone.

"...I miss you." He whispered suddenly.

Fiona immediately felt a surge of warmth in her chest.

"Me too," she said.

"I'll be back as soon as possible," he said. "...I'm sorry, really."

Fiona stopped him from apologizing to himself.

"It's not your fault, Spence," she said softly.

After hanging up the phone, a crazy idea popped up in Fiona's mind.

Why can't she go to Arlington and meet Reid? !Arlington wasn't far from here anyway.

She calculated the time, and she was well in time to get back to Quantico by tomorrow morning.

So she jumped into action and set off for Arlington.

On the way, she called Garcia.

"Hello, this is Garcia's private hotline to save the world." Garcia said cheerfully, "What service do you need?"

"Hey, it's me, Fiona."

"Fiona?" Garcia asked in surprise, "I didn't expect it to be you. Is something wrong?"

Fiona made up a random reason, "Today is the anniversary of my first date with Spencer, and I want to send him a surprise gift. But I don't know the address of the hotel."

"Sure," Garcia said, "I'll send you the address right away."

"And the room number." Fiona added.

"Of course, I understand."

After a few seconds, the address has been sent to Fiona's mobile phone.

"Thank you." Fiona said with a smile, "You can really save the world, Miss Garcia."

After arriving in Arlington, Fiona went directly to the hotel and booked a room there.

Just when she was about to enter the room, she suddenly saw the waiter of the hotel knocking on the door next door.

"Room service," said the waiter.

Fiona blinked, staring at the waiter's black uniform, a thought popped into her mind.

Maybe she can take advantage of tonight to do the thing that didn't work out last time...

So she walked quickly to the waiter, "Excuse me, can I ask you something?"

When she finished her request, the other party looked confused and embarrassed, and politely declined.But she insisted on her request, and after giving the waitress enough tips and fully explaining why she did this, the other party finally agreed.

When everything was ready, Fiona waited quietly in the room.

She took a nap, went to a nearby shopping mall, and watched TV programs all afternoon.There was a lot of news about the arson case on TV. It was said that the arsonist set fire to an office building with extremely poor security measures last night.The TV calls on all citizens to remain vigilant and absolutely not let the arsonist take advantage of it.

Fiona sent a message to Reid, asking him to send her a text message to tell her he was safe when he got back to the hotel.

At 08:30 in the evening, she finally got the message from Reid.He told her that he had returned to the residence.

Fiona hastily changed into the uniform that the waitress had lent her.

Her heart was pounding, excited like a child.She couldn't wait to see Reid's surprised expression.

On the way, a drunk customer stopped Fiona and asked her to help clean up the vomit in the room.

"Clean it up yourself, sir." Fiona said with a smile.

"What?" the man yelled angrily, "What's your attitude? I want to complain! Do you hear me—I want to complain about you! And your hotel!"

- Fiona could have foreseen the impending expletives of the poor duty manager.

"Sorry." She whispered.

She walked to Reid's room door and knocked a few times, "Room service!"

"Wait a minute." A muffled voice came from the room.

Soon, the door opened.

The smile froze on Fiona's face.

Wearing only a bathrobe, a man with yellow hair appeared at the door, but he was not Reid.

"Mars agent?" The other party frowned, his expression as serious as ever, "Why are you here?"

"Oh, that sucks." Fiona cursed under her breath.

She tried to adjust the stiff facial muscles and gave a smirk.

"Hey, good evening, Agent Hoter." She cleared her throat. "Um...would you mind telling me where Spencer's room is?"

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