[Criminal Minds] The Waiting Behind

The weather is getting cooler day by day, and it will be late autumn in a blink of an eye. Michelle was holding a coffee cup, and the red leaves in the sky outside the window came into view. She lowered her head and took a sip of warm black tea, and leaned back on the chair relaxedly.

Looking at the people walking outside in coats and thick scarves, Michelle felt that she was so happy to be in a heated place.She couldn't help but let out a mischievous breath on the window, watching the steaming heat, a white mist instantly bloomed on the glass.

Michelle stretched out her index finger and couldn't help but write a name on it, what is that person doing now,

Thinking of the gentle man under the serious face, Michelle felt that she couldn't control the upward curve of her mouth.

Over the past year, she has experienced too many things.Including with Hotch, from acquaintance, to crush, to love.

Michelle unconsciously circled a heart outside Hotch's name with her hands, but the next second she couldn't help but spurn her sudden girlish thoughts.

Since the last time he'd seen his family, Michelle felt like he and Hotch had reached an unspoken understanding: they were more connected, except that they didn't live together.

As long as Hotch is not on business, they almost always hang out together, sometimes at Hotch's house, sometimes at hers.But this kind of situation is pitifully rare, and Hotch is mostly on a business trip.But Michelle and Hotch have an unwritten rule that Hotch does not need to tell her what case she is facing, but where he is.

Before he goes, and after he returns, a safety call is essential.

Michelle couldn't help counting the time with her fingers. It's been a week since Hotch told herself that she was out of the field last time, and it's almost time to come back.

Where did this go, Michelle thought about it, he said on the phone that he was going to Boston, Massachusetts.

Wishing he'd come back soon, Michelle rested her chin on her chin, idly counting the people passing by the door.

Michelle thought sweetly: This feeling is really like passionate love.

In the evening of the same day, Michelle received a call from Hotch. Different from the ease of solving the case in the past, this time Hotch's tone was full of heaviness.

Although he still had the same calm tone, Michelle could still hear the slight difference sensitively.Of course, she knew it was because Hotch didn't defend herself against her.

"What's the matter, Aaron? Is this case not going well?" Hotch rarely told her about work, and she rarely asked.However, sometimes, without specific confidentiality involved, Hotch is willing to talk to her.

However, what answered her this time was a long silence, and then she heard Hotch's frustrated voice,

"We meet and talk, and we can't tell for a while."

At the beginning of the night, Michelle's restaurant.

The hot steam from the two cups of coffee curled up, blurring the expression of Hotch opposite, making it extremely unpredictable.

Michelle picked up the milk jug on the side, and was about to add milk to Hotch out of habit, but was stopped by a hand.

"It's better to drink black coffee today." Hotch said lightly, and took a sip from his cup.

Michelle didn't urge Hotch, but slowly stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon, quietly accompanying him.

"I went to Boston this time for an old case from a long time ago, which was the first case I followed as a profiler for the first time. There were a lot of victims, but in the end we didn't catch him." Hotch was drinking After drinking half a cup of coffee, he opened his mouth slowly.

"I didn't expect him to appear again after so many years. After losing so many innocent lives, we finally caught him." Hotch's eyes showed pain and regret, "But I didn't expect that he almost spent For ten years, he has been planning non-stop, how to escape once he is caught..."

Michelle only felt a buzzing in her ears, like being pricked by a sharp needle, and her whole body was a little numb.

Like a silent movie, Michelle stared blankly at Hotch's mouth opening and closing, as if continuing to say something, but she couldn't hear anything.

Her body was like falling into an ice cave, and she kept shivering from the cold.Her thoughts faded away, and her mind was left blank.

Boston!grim Reaper! Foyet!

How the hell did she forget about this!

Quiet.

so quiet.

All voices seemed to disappear from her world, and even the sound of her own heartbeat sank as if it had been filled with cold lead.The excessive tension made her neck stiff, her eyes straight, and her hands even spasmed slightly uncontrollably.She stared blankly at Hotch's mouth, which kept opening and closing, without moving, as still and stiff as a stone statue that couldn't breathe.

Hotch looked at the girl in front of her who didn't know why her face suddenly turned pale, he hesitated and stretched out her hand to gesture in front of her eyes, trying to bring back Michelle's slack focus.

But none of this worked.

It wasn't until he worriedly held the girl's cold, almost temperatureless hand that Michelle trembled suddenly and let out a short breath.Then, as if awakened suddenly, she looked into his eyes blankly.

Her lips trembled violently, and after trying hard for a long time, she finally managed to utter a broken word:

"...Aaron?"

She looked at Hotch who was crouching in front of her and looked at her worriedly, and she couldn't imagine that the familiar face was full of heartbreak. Michelle couldn't help stretching out her arms and threw herself into Hotch's arms.

The force was so strong that the squatting Hotch sat down on the ground without any defense.

Michelle didn't care about it at all, just hugged this man tightly, as if she wanted to knead him and herself together forever.

She could feel Hotch hugging herself tenderly, and the soft touch kept falling on the top of her head.

It was Hotch, kissing her reassuringly.

In the familiar embrace, Michelle finally regained her composure slowly, but the arms that hugged Hotch still did not loosen.

"Aaron, I'm scared."

"Well, I know." Soft voice, usually this is the most intoxicating moment for her to feel deeply loved by Hotch.It's just that she couldn't appreciate it today.

"You said earlier that this man escaped. So, will he come to you for revenge?"

This kind of feeling of knowing the plot but can only make sidelines is really terrible!

Michelle leaned into Hotch's arms, listening to his deep voice whispering in her ear:

"Don't worry, we'll catch him."

Michelle knew that this was just Hotch's words of comfort, if he was really that confident, he wouldn't be so depressed just now.

Moreover, she knows far more than them.

She knew that before long, Hotch would be stabbed to death by Foyet, who broke into the house;

Michelle didn't know how much her appearance would change her fate, and she didn't know how much she could do, but at least, she hoped to change Haley's fate to some extent.

——Hotch and Jack don't need to suffer such a sad ending.

Secretly making up her mind, Michelle couldn't help touching the position of her left index finger.This ring reminds me all the time, and also brings me endless courage.

She couldn't save Steve, at least she hoped she could save Haley.

No matter how much she admires the relationship between Haley and Hotch, she appreciates her. Haley's performance before her death once made her cry like rain.

She is a strong woman and a great mother.

In the early morning, white mist filled the air.As the sun slowly rises, the white mist gradually dissipates, revealing the scenery hidden inside.

Tombstones appeared neatly in the air.Dewdrops rolled down from the leaves of the nearby tree and fell on the lawn without making a sound.

One foot stepped on it, it was a foot wearing high heels, fair and delicate, a woman's foot.

Michelle was walking on the path of the cemetery with a bouquet of white flowers in her arms.She has been here many times, and she can walk to her destination almost with her eyes closed.

Stopping, Michelle looked nostalgicly at the photo on the tombstone in front of her, her familiar smile was still so heart-warming.

She squatted down, gently wiped the dust on the tombstone with a handkerchief, and put down the flowers.

Michelle closed her eyes, covered her left with her right hand, and muttered something in her mouth.After a long time, he stood up, took another deep look at Steve's photo, and turned to leave.

The back figure gradually disappeared in the fog that had not completely dissipated.In front of the tombstone, there was only a bouquet of white petals and yellow hearts, which was Steve's favorite chamomile.

In addition to the simple date of birth and death on the tombstone, there is only one simple sentence:

Love what I love, do what I do.

Michelle walked out of the cemetery slowly, took off the gloves in her hands, and took a deep breath towards the sky.Every time I come here, I feel very depressed.The moment she stepped out of the door, she saw a man leaning against the car door waiting for her.

Aaron.

Michelle lowered her eyes, and when she raised her face again, she had already put on a big smile: it feels good to have someone by her side.

Step by step, she walked towards the man.

With a solemn expression, it seems that what he has walked is not an ordinary road, but a thorny road with determination to overcome obstacles.

Hotch had seen the girl's figure a long time ago, and opened the car door almost as soon as she arrived in front of him, and a gentle smile climbed into the corner of his eyes:

"Let's go back."

The low-key black vehicle drives steadily on the road.It is still early in the morning, and there are very few vehicles and pedestrians on the road.All the way unimpeded.

Hotch kept his hands on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead earnestly.He was so serious about everything, Michelle looked at his sculpture-like three-dimensional side face, and the resolute look made her hardly dare to disturb him.

"I know, he would want you to see him alone." Unexpectedly, Hotch still didn't squint, but suddenly said this.

Michelle couldn't help but chuckled, surprise and understanding spread, "Is my expression so easy to understand?"

"You know, my job is always to observe people unconsciously..." Hotch finally turned his head to look at the girl's helpless expression, with a slight apology in his eyes, "Sorry, if you mind, I will..."

"No," Michelle just shook her head, "You don't have to be too sensitive, I don't really mind. I just feel a little frustrated, can't I be so good at understanding..."

Hotch looked at the girl with her head down in frustration, feeling like a dejected cat with her head down and her tail down, looking very pitiful.He held back the smile in his voice, and said as seriously as possible, "No, it's not that you understand well, it's that I'm very good."

Hearing the jokes and ridicule in Hotch's words, Michelle couldn't help wrinkling her nose, and slapped Hotch lightly.The latter naturally wouldn't take the strength of the cat's paw scratching at heart. This kind of strength is at best the girl's secret coquettishness.

The sun is slowly rising, and the temperature of the sun in the late autumn morning is just right. Michelle pushed open the car door and got off at the door of her shop, watching the sun shine through the gaps in the leaves and shine on the ground in spots.She closed her eyes and breathed the fresh air, which was extremely refreshing.

"Michelle." Hotch called from behind, Michelle thought it was his routine farewell before going to work, and turned away.

But he found that the man had already got out of the car and was walking in his direction. Michelle raised her eyebrows, very doubtful, and then saw Hotch slowly pull out a small red box and open it:

"I have something for you."

The author has something to say: So, Foyet came out!

The biggest catastrophe in Hotch's life is coming soon....

please get ready cough cough

The author is my own mother, please read it three times with me!

Don't worry about abuse!

You see today is also very sweet wow!

I really want to write about Foyet's scene soon

The most touching part of S4E18 was when Rossi unraveled Hotch [Hotch actually shed tears foyet, you are so annoying!

Everyone, go and review it!

"If you want to end up like Shaunessy and Gideon, blame everything on yourself.

then you go!

But now the voice in your head, not your conscience,

But your too ego.

These have nothing to do with us.

Aaron, those bastards did it!

That's why we profile them, it's their fault.

We're just on a mission,

When we quit, someone else will continue to do it.

Believe me, I get it. "

Thank you Landi for throwing a mine, thank you Tangtang for throwing a mine!