[Criminal Minds] Wooden Legs of Justice

In fact, I have always hated the muscled and angry look of tough guys in Hollywood blockbusters. They replaced the brains formed by human evolution for 300 million years with well-developed limbs, until they encountered BAU.

"This group of gods looks pretty good", at this time the first thought in my head, "Of course Morgan must be excluded", but his on-site recovery is also very good, I thought irresponsibly.

—Excerpt from harrington's diary

"Rossi, I know that your judgment may not be wrong, but not everyone can accept a rookie, well, a rookie according to the FBI." Hotch explained to Rossi across his desk in the office, trying to ignore the fact that outside the office , A group of BAU subordinates who tried to eavesdrop through the blinds.

"Hotch, listen. Since we can't figure it out right now, why not enlist the help of a detective, an independent investigator?" Rossi tried to make his eyes look convincing, but he was a little bit Suspect.

But the recommendation given by Interpol may be feasible, at least the situation will not be worse than the current one.

"Hey, did I miss something?" When Reid walked in, he found his lovely colleagues clung to the door of Hotch's office, trying to sniff out something.

"Hush!" Garcia made a mute sign with a pink turkey.

"Obviously maybe Dad is planning to stuff a non-FBI member into the BAU, through some special means." JJ hugged the folder and appeared from behind Reid, "Excuse me!"

"Oh!" Reid was about to jump over the armchair in a dashing gesture to get out of the way.But apparently he failed.As a result, he fell into the swivel chair in an extremely unattractive posture.

Before Morgan could speak, he said, "Oh! Make fun of me all you want!"

Morgan choked up for a moment and closed his mouth, obviously thinking about the fact that R Bao used his insane IQ to make his earphones continue to scream at high decibels.

"So who's the new guy?" Emily pointed to JJ, asking the key question.

"Harrington, Leo. harrington," JJ replied.

"HEY! It's that lion, that harrington!" Garcia stroked her chest, panting.

"Apparently it does." The door to Hotch's office opened, and Rossi was the first to come out and answer the question, with a happy gleam in his big and small eyes, letting his colleagues know that he had convinced the boss.Behind him, there was no expression on Hotch's brick face.

Strictly speaking, Leo Harrington is not a police officer. He is known for his artistic accomplishments, and he is a cutting-edge painter.

Of course, the most perfect thing is that Harringtong is not worth millions after his death like his famous predecessors. "Even hundreds of millions are an afterthought", these are the original words of the lion.

The most wonderful thing is that the lion claims to come from his own name, not his image.Anyone who met him would have labeled him a "celebrity".

"Wearing the skin of Great Britain, he loves romantic Germans as much as the French." Morgan flipped through the file JJ brought and commented. "Maybe a descendant of some NAZZI officer!" He sounded surprisingly cynical.

"Chocolate handsome guy, you are jealous! Because, there will be a handsome guy to share the love of our family Garcia!" Emily jokingly leaned over to look at the file of Harrington - a painter graduated from the National Academy of Fine Arts in Florence, and also a A, oh, independent investigator.

"I don't see any connection between the two," Emily hesitated.

"So you don't show your face! Harrington used to be a mercenary, a very dangerous type, the one who fought against the Kolodiists in South America. The lion's force value is very high," Garcia added: " Later, when I returned to Europe, I always solved some unknown 'little problems' for those big families and big chaebols who were behind the scenes... To sum up, there is a force value and a good IQ-quality that an independent investigator needs." Garcia Waving a turkey-shaped pen, she quickly explained: "Oh, don't ask me how I got this information, some unofficial way." She winked at everyone.

Everyone looked at the few concise and thin information about lions, and it was obvious that they were all official.Quick decision to listen to Garcia's intel.

"Well, in fact, his paintings are not necessarily good, is it?" Reid is obviously out of the situation: "I mean, maybe those big families just need to praise someone who can help them solve their problems." The little doctor's voice became smaller and smaller.

At the same time, Harrington, who decided to "abandon the dark and turn to the bright" and join the formal investigation team, was considered an unqualified painter by Dr Reid, was wandering aimlessly in the streets of New York!

9:04 a.m.

The noise of this free port can almost directly sublimate the snowflakes that fell in early winter!

"It doesn't even need the process of liquefaction", Leo thought aimlessly in his almost alcohol-filled brain.He glanced at the beautiful legs of the chicks who were still wearing transparent stockings, "Well, a night of passion! Maybe it's still a group of girls", anyway, Harrington knew that they would never wipe the floor on their knees last night.

"Oh, they're laughing at me." Leo understood that his gaze just now caused some kind of misunderstanding.So wearily raised one corner of his mouth to reveal a yuppie-like smile, and those blond-haired silly girls walked away with silly smiles.

Facing the window by the street, Leo saw a man with his hands idly in his coat pockets, some messy black curly hair scattered on his shoulders, blue-gray eyes like eagles, some sharp and aggressive, and he looked lazy, but in fact Every muscle, every bone is ready to escape or deliver a fatal blow in time.

"The traces of the mercenary experience on the body can't be washed off." The man thought: "It can't be like the pale skin again." Leo picked his lips ironically, and the female creatures couldn't help looking back at the tall man. Handsome libertine - well, staring at a chocolate cake in the window.

"Perhaps chocolate-colored skin is more attractive-to attract men..." Leo's thinking span has always been very large.

Oh, and the lion is gay.

Spent a week in the luxury of New York, which Leo had planned in the first place.

Forced to move from the pretty, idyllic town of Weimar to another state in the world - a new continent, it was the last vacation for this man before his busy life began.

"God knows that gang of criminals in America never have a holiday!"

"Obviously old Jack is from England!"

He drank a couple of sips of coffee in a paper cup bought at the airport, and then threw it into the trash can. "It's really bad." The corner of Harrington's mouth twitched downward.

I also thought of the evaluation of him by the Interpol at the Paris headquarters - a lion spoiled by nobles.

"Fuck you! I'm the king of South America!" Leo denied, and at the same time turned and walked into the aisle of the VIP boarding room.

Flight: New York - Washington.

The weather in Washington is simply terrible.Just after 9 o'clock in the morning, the winter sun was covered by clouds before it had time to exert its light and heat.The heavy snow that would have been on Christmas almost instantly covered the streets.The car with a low chassis can't move on the street now, and the beetle wants to be crushed to death.

"I promise today is a high accident season!" Morgan's prophecy has no language elements.

Everyone in BAU has just passed a case that is constantly turning around, and the office is deserted.

JJ walked in with a cup of coffee warming his hands and snorting, and greeted Morgan: "Bad news, Rossi was stranded on the way to the airport by heavy snow. Our lion also needs to get into Quantico by himself."

Hotch walked out of his office, and everyone almost thought that he hadn't been home at all last night.Look at his straight suit, there is no wrinkle at all.

"I just told Reid to pick me up from the airport, and he happened to be near the airport." Hotch said as he walked over to the coffee pot and poured coffee.

"Oh, babyboy and lion," Garcia came in, hands still in gloves of two different animals - a rabbit and a lion.

"Incomparably subtle metaphor." A fleeting smile appeared on Hotch's iceberg face, and the author had something to say:

I really didn't find many articles written by R Baoshou. Occasionally, I saw a piece that was too Chinese, so I couldn't read it, so I had to write it myself.