[Criminal Minds] The Waiting Behind

It was an office day as usual, but this time Man led the BAU team to profile.

Not much has changed, though, and it's the usual business as usual: the case is presented, the flight is there, and the status quo.

The only exception, this seems to be a parody case. 4 years ago, BAU once detected a similar serial massacre: the murderer took away the wedding ring.

The one who committed all these crimes was Karl Arnold, code-named "Fox", who is currently serving his sentence in SuperMax Prison in Virginia.

It's just that the difference between the two latest tragedies is that the father was not killed and he was not at home.

The only thing connected was the wedding ring that was taken away.

It was Garcia's phone call that allowed them to connect the two new massacres with the "Fox" crime:

"We just received a call from the SuperMax prison in Virginia, saying that the inmates there have recently received two letters, which are the media news briefings of the two recent cases, and a note is attached to the letter, which says 'Look at what I've done, an admirer'. And it's the recipient of these two letters that matters - Karl Arnold."

However, it is too early to infer that this is an imitation case of admirers, and it will affect their analysis of criminal behavior, not to mention that the police, media and military will come out to strongly condemn all this.

Hotch and Emily went to the prison to meet Karl, because that year was the decisive evidence he found.It was Hotch's idea to bring Emily.

"Karl is a very egotistical person. He will answer questions by asking questions. But he will relax his vigilance when you are present, and soon he will focus on you, and describe with you vividly every day of his life with the victimized families. Sex." Hotch said without looking away as he walked Emily through the high-tech room where many criminals were kept.

Emily raised her eyebrows: "To scare me?"

"To bring you into his fantasy." Hotch watched the prison guard call center open the door leading to Karl, glanced back at Emily, and walked in first.

Inside, there were all kinds of howling and howling of criminals.

Enduring the psychological discomfort, Emily flirted with Karl and encouraged him to tell his state of mind when he committed the crime and make a profile.Although they found out that the murderer had nothing to do with Karl this time, they opened up a new way of thinking.

—The murderer was a woman.

At the same time, Garcia found three corresponding cases in the Interpol database based on a fingerprint left at the scene: the earliest one happened in Zagreb.

Here is the capital of Croatia.

Reid keenly discovers that the murderer is a young woman who experienced the Rebrenica massacre when she was a child.

As they profiled, Garcia accidentally discovered that all of the family's photos had appeared on a website called Picture Bugs.

All the clues are connected in series, pointing to a staff member of the website - Miranda Dracar, an orphan who was adopted by a family in Rebrenica.

At the same time, when Man and others dispatched to arrest the murderer, Hotch was outside the interrogation room to persuade Emily's discomfort and disgust.Karl's voice suddenly came from the monitoring screen, just like his own glib voice:

"Agent Hoter, before you leave, I have something to share with you."

If it was before, Hotch might not listen, because most of them were threats or last-minute struggles.But this time, he chose to go in. Karl kept saying ambiguous words to him during the interrogation. He wanted to find out what secrets were hidden behind those seemingly profound words.

Karl took out the note they already knew what it said, and slowly whispered: "Look what I've done, your admirer."

Hotch didn't take it seriously, "We'll find this guy."

However, Karl just shook his head, looked up at the serious man in black, his smile was full of sarcasm: "No, Agent Hoter, I think he has found you."

A figure flashed through Hotch's mind, the man who accompanied almost all of his nightmares.He had never been so grateful for his choice just now, grabbed Karl's notebook and quickly flipped through it.

His actions were so urgent, but in Emily's eyes, he was confused.

Hotch ignored Emily's questioning question next to him, and Karl's weird laughter when he saw this scene, and just focused on the newspaper clipping in his hand.

It was a news article about being attacked at home before he was an FBI agent, with a large eye drawn in red and surrounded by a halo of something like a light.

Death, Foyet.

Hotch said the name silently in his heart, and instantly tightened the newspaper in his hand, regardless of the force that made his nails sink into the palm of his hand.

Then, turn around and leave.

Sure enough, the previous one was just a warm-up.

In the next period of time, BAU hardly took any new cases, but was obsessed with chasing Foyet.

All this, Hotch didn't tell Michelle, he didn't want her to be worried and cautious all day long.

The only thing Hotch did was ask Michelle to call himself three times a day, and at the same time told her to be careful and safe.

This didn't arouse Michelle's suspicion, because Hotch has been concerned about her safety lately.

After all, no one knows who Foyet's next target will be.

All Michelle could feel was Hotch's busy figure and his frowning brows.She just thinks that her man has too many cases and too much work pressure.

——After all, he is still in the moment of abdicating the throne.

All these peace of mind was finally broken when Michelle received a phone call one day.

Only then did she realize that all of this was just the calm before the storm.

It was an ordinary afternoon. Michelle watched Kelly diligently shuttling among the many tables, cleaning up the mess after the guests left, and couldn't help feeling how happy she was to hire such a capable waiter.

She was feeling the warm pleasure and satisfaction of the warm afternoon sun shining on her body, and then saw a familiar number appear on the phone screen, and then the familiar ringtone of the phone.

"Hi Moon, this is Lin. What's the matter, did J miss me?"

However, the usual opening remarks did not bring about Haley's routine answer, and Michelle could only hear the trembling cry of the other party, with a sense of distortion unique to radio waves:

"Mi...Lin, just now I got a call from a federal marshal saying that Sam...was killed along with Aaron...do you know about this? What should I do..."

Hotch was killed?Federal Marshals?

Michelle sat up straight almost immediately, squinting her eyes, why is this excuse so familiar?

She pressed her chest with her hands, trying to calm down the madly beating heart, and it took a long time to maintain her tone, not too high-pitched, before she spoke slowly.

"Haley, calm down first... I was on the phone with Aaron this morning. If there is something wrong with him, I think Spencer and the others will tell me. Don't forget, there is a psycho killer staring at you, it might be him trick."

Michelle heard Haley's sharp and rapid breathing over there, and it seemed that she was also trying to maintain calm: "Yes, how could I forget this layer. It was Sam's call just now, but it wasn't his voice. The key is that the person called me by my real name, how could I be so stupid and be fooled all of a sudden..."

Haley's gradually calm tone implied endless remorse and fear, she could almost imagine how irreversible the final outcome would be if she did what the other party said.

She looked down at the little Jack who didn't know anything about it. He was ignorantly sucking the lollipop in his mouth. His innocent look couldn't help but make Haley's eyes warm up: How could she be so innocent? Almost put her and Jack in an extremely dangerous situation!

Thinking of this, Haley felt like she was breaking out in a cold sweat, and the freezing temperature made her feel like she was falling into an ice cellar.

"Fortunately, I'll call you first, Lin..." Haley's obviously relieved voice sounded in Michelle's ear, full of gratitude and joy, "I chose to keep in touch with you before, and I did the right thing."

Michelle raised the corners of her mouth and showed a gratified smile: Isn't she laying so much groundwork just for this moment?And when she really changed her destiny, she discovered that the joy and sense of accomplishment at this moment is incomparable at any time.

She smiled softly, and heard Haley, who had recovered her normal thinking ability, worryingly raised another anxiety: "But Aaron...is he really all right?"

"It should be fine..." Michelle, who was very sure at all, hadn't worried about this issue at all, but suddenly felt a little uncertain, "I'll give him a call, tell him about this matter by the way, and then I'll get back to you. "

After carefully instructing Haley again not to run around and to pay attention to the safety of Jack and herself, Michelle hangs up with confidence and re-dials a well-known number.

Michelle listened to the phone ringing over and over again, but no one answered.She kept suppressing the uneasiness surging in her heart, comforting herself that Hotch was just busy solving the case, but she couldn't help stroking the necklace around her neck with her left hand.

Her eyes fell on the plain ring on her left index finger, and she repeated, "Aaron... answer the phone..."

It seemed that God finally heard her inner prayer, the phone was finally connected, and a familiar deep voice came.

"Michelle, what's the matter?"

Michelle was suddenly at a loss for words. The joy after being frightened and worried made her too emotional, and she couldn't make a sound for a while.

Michelle heard the nervousness and fear contained in Hotch's urging voice again, and knew that Hotch was worried about what happened to her, so she quickly said:

"I'm fine, Aaron. It was Haley who called me just now, saying that both Sam and you had an accident, and someone who called himself a federal marshal asked her to throw away her phone, buy a new one and contact him..."

"Haley? How could she be with you..." Hotch's question stopped abruptly, and Michelle could almost hear the tense voice he was trying to hide, "Michelle, you stay here now, lock the doors and windows, before I call you Don't even go out."

"Aaron, is that Foyet?" Michelle heard Hotch's noisy voice over there, as if he had ordered something silently and everyone was ready to move.She knew that Hotch would hang up the phone and track down Foyet after he finished his orders.

Although they had found a clue before Foyet this time and had seized the opportunity ahead of time, but Foyet was almost one of the smartest and most cunning number one killers in the history of BAU, she still couldn't help but worry.

"Aaron, just stay safe."

Hotch didn't ask any more about it, he had time to find out the answer when everything was settled, and the most important thing now was to catch Foyet.

—Catch him, throw him in jail, and never see the light of day before he hurts his most important family and love.

"Ah, you too."

Michelle sat blankly for a while, before recovering from the complex and intertwined emotions, she couldn't help but look out the window, pedestrians strolling leisurely, everything seemed so ordinary.

Is this the end?

She still can't believe it.

However, be careful. Michelle asked Kelly, who was already busy, to leave first, and put up the closing sign early.She closed the door carefully, locked it carefully, and checked every window.

Great, ready to go.

Michelle rubbed her sore neck, once the string that had been tensed for a long time was relaxed, the exhaustion in her body seemed to be released all of a sudden.She picked up the phone, sent Haley a text message, briefly explained the situation, put the phone on the table, and was about to go upstairs to take a bath to relax.

Going upstairs slowly, Michelle looked at the window on the second floor, the sun was shining in through the curtains, it was hazy, and it looked extraordinarily peaceful.

This kind of quietness really makes people feel comfortable.

Michelle turned around and went into the bathroom, put hot water in the bathtub, washed herself well first, and was about to go back to the bedroom and change into her pajamas.

When passing the corridor, she found a breeze brushing her cheek.She turned her head and saw that the curtains were blowing slightly, it seemed that the windows were not closed tightly.

Michelle didn't care, and went forward to close the window and lock it.A sense of unreasonable ominousness suddenly rose in her heart, and she suddenly felt that this scene seemed to be the beginning of the sad scenes in countless TV dramas.

Although she might be thinking too much, Michelle still leaned against the wall, moved to the side of the cabinet where the sundries were placed, and opened the drawer.

—the pistol here that Hotch had ordered her to keep here since she had disappeared the last time.

Pulling the safety catch, Michelle looked around vigilantly, checking the surrounding rooms and blind spots one by one like Hotch taught her.

Very well, the alarm is off.

Michelle breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from her head, she must have been too nervous.

She lowered her arm, which had been sore from holding the gun for a long time, and pushed open the bathroom door again.

Anyway, I was so nervous that I was sweating all over, so I should change my clothes.

Michelle, who was thinking with her head down like this, didn't notice the black figure that suddenly appeared in front of her, she only felt a gust of wind hit her.When she realized that she was looking up, a sharp pain spread from the temple to the whole body.

Appears to have been shot with the butt of a gun. Michelle covered her head and curled up on the ground, the thought came to her mind.

Waves of pain rolled towards her like ocean waves, and a second before she fell into darkness, she heard a man's deep and strange laugh:

"Hey, Agent Hoter's girlfriend is really extraordinary, but it's just so-so."

Foyet...

Michelle stretched out her left hand, as if trying to catch the gradually blurred figure in front of her.

But the man grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly: "You can't wait, I can't help it."

The physical pain and psychological nausea made Michelle feel even more uncomfortable. She tried to break free from Foyet's imprisonment, but found it futile.

——I can only wait for the endless darkness to slowly swallow her up bit by bit.

The author has something to say: Foyet is officially on the scene! !

This time it will not be the same as the TV series, although it is bloody, but the ending is HE!

Absolutely trust me!Never have I lied to you! ! [Is this a spoiler?

Recently, it is estimated that the text is coded at night, and then put into the archive and posted the next day

There is no guarantee that you will not hit TAT at all

Please be inclusive~

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