[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Viola is a gentle and strong person, in other words, she doesn't like to cry, and she rarely sheds tears.

However, that doesn't mean Hotch hasn't seen her cry.

Or should I say, in his impression, Viola doesn't cry in front of others.

She didn't like being vulnerable to anyone, but that 'anyone' didn't include Hotch.

But even in his presence, she never cried.

Whether it was being slandered as a murderer, or when he lost his precious cello.

I have never cried loudly without image like now, so embarrassing that it makes people feel distressed.

In the living room immersed in darkness, there was only unstoppable crying.

Viola hugged the neck of the person in front of her tightly with both hands, and leaned her head on Hotch's shoulder, unable to restrain her fragmented voice.

The man could only wrap his arms around her and pat her on the back comfortingly.

He didn't say anything out loud, just silent, knowing that Viola didn't need words right now.

These cries are the remorse and obsession that have been suppressed for more than 20 years, and the collapse of reason is only a moment.

"It was my fault..." Her cries were mixed with vague words that Hotch could barely make out.

What did Lucas tell her?

He told her that Lin Fang's last song was her original song, dedicated to his favorite daughter.

A song full of love and expectations written for children.

The noble and touching maternal love made him unbearable.

Then there is only one way to destroy.

And he achieved his purpose.

Lin Fang died, and Viola lost her parents and became an orphan.

Viola suddenly hated herself, and she couldn't help but want to blame herself.

She indirectly killed her most beloved parents, and also the person who protected her the most.

Hotch understood her meaning from her broken words, and frowned slightly.

She was bewildered.

He couldn't, he could only stand up slightly and pull Viola up from the chair.

Hotch pulled her to sit on the couch and wiped away the tears she could barely hold back.

Her light blue eyes filled with tears were full of guilt and sadness.

"Lucas Powell is a dehumanizing serial killer," Hotch looked at her seriously, "do you understand?"

Viola nodded, but the choking sound continued.

"Tell me about his profile," he said.

She stared at him blankly, and subconsciously replied: "Patients with mental illness caused by childhood trauma, narcissists, do anything for themselves."

"A selfish man won't stop his selfishness for a stranger," Hotch added, "and he won't stop detonating a bomb just to have a good time with your mother."

"This has nothing to do with you at all."

"Do you understand it?"

His tone was serious, as if he was in an office state.

Stunned by his attitude, Viola nodded unconsciously.

"We got him, you should be happy, shouldn't you?" Hotch's voice softened suddenly, his expression soft.

The corners of Viola's eyes were sore again after being asked in vain by him, she sobbed and couldn't help hugging her again.

The man's embrace was wide and warm, which made her feel a little comforted.

Viola tightened her arms around the man, as if to confirm his existence.

She did lose too many precious people and things, but she didn't lose them all the time.

Hotch felt her panic and anxiety, didn't say much, just raised his hand and landed on the top of her hair, stroking gently.

Gradually, only the sound of undulating breathing remained in the quiet environment.

Many years later, Viola still remembers the sense of security at this moment, and the sound of that person's heartbeat.

*****

Lucas is dead.

No. 15 days after being imprisoned, the prison guards found that he had committed suicide in the cell.

Those nightmares and auditory hallucinations visited him many years ago, probably because they have been suppressed for too many years, but this time they are especially fierce.

Without any means of relief in prison, he was finally driven crazy.

When Viola heard the news, she didn't feel any joy, only ridicule in her heart.

Those who killed her parents had a tragic end, but they could not save their lives.

In a slightly gloomy mood, Viola ushered in the third Christmas after dating Hotch.

Last Christmas, Hotch had just gone to Pakistan not long ago. He was busy dealing with terrorists, and BAU was also in a state of shortage of personnel and under the surveillance of the upper echelon. Viola was also very busy.

The two of them just made a video call on Christmas Eve, exchanged a few words of condolences, and then devoted themselves to work again.

Now that Hotch is back, the two discussed it and decided to go to Las Vegas for Christmas.

This year is of great significance to the Viola family, because the murderer who killed Viola's parents was finally arrested, and the nightmare that lasted for 24 years finally came to an end.

Although it wasn't all happy, Kary was still happy to the point of crying.

Hotch also knew that Kary had talked to Viola about something in private.

About when she will leave the FBI.

On Christmas Day, Viola, who had been making a fuss all night on Christmas Eve, woke up early to tidy herself up, and Hotch also dressed formally.

The two of them acted as if they were about to attend some important occasion.

In fact, they did go to a very important place - the graveyard of Viola's parents.

Before returning to Las Vegas, Viola wanted to visit the grave more than once.She was desperate to tell them that she had finally caught the man.

Lin Fang and Karen were buried together in a remote cemetery on a hill in Las Vegas, with a high position.Because both of them liked open places before they were alive, they chose such a location.

After driving down the mountain, Viola and Hotch hiked up the mountain and spent about 15 minutes finding the tomb.

The tombstone of the double tomb is more than twice as large as that of a single person, and the names of Lin Fang and Karen are engraved in cursive English on it.

The tombstone was very clean, without any trace of dust, and there was a slender glass vase next to it, with a few budding roses in it, which Warren probably cleaned a few days ago.

During the years when Viola wasn't in Las Vegas, Kary and Warren would come over when they had nothing to do, which was usually Viola's thing before.

She stepped forward and gently placed a large handful of violets in her hand in front of the grave.

"Mum, Dad, I'm here to see you." She smiled slightly and said softly.

She stood beside Hotch and gently held his broad hand: "And this is Aaron Hoter, my boyfriend."

As Viola said, she looked up at the man's side face, and frowned.

"This is my parents, Karen Mill and Lin Fang." After introducing them solemnly, she raised her hand to her lips and laughed softly.

Hotch looked at her with gentle eyes, he turned his head to face the tombstone, and greeted with the same seriousness: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

He squeezed the hands of those around him tightly.

Viola babbled for a long time in front of the grave, mostly about Lucas who was captured, about her recent work and life.

The other half said it was mostly about Hotch.

Every time she came to visit the grave in the past, she felt extremely heavy and depressed, and she had never been so relaxed as now.

Hotch saw her stretched brows and smiling mouth, and the expression on her face softened a little.

The night will pass, and the day will come.

Viola is finally no longer bound by the heavy shackles of the past.

The two spent nearly two hours in front of the tomb, and they were ready to go down the mountain when it was almost noon.

The noon sun in winter was very warm on her body, Viola looked at the endless steps, walking down one step at a time.

She was a few steps ahead of Hotch, so Hotch could only see her back.

The sunlight cast a halo of light on the long black hair like a waterfall, changing its position up and down with the slight movement of the steps.

Hotch suddenly called out to Viola.

"Huh?" She stopped and turned to look over.

A slight arc hangs on the corner of her mouth, and the light blue pupils look lighter because of the sunlight, as clear and bright as a mountain spring, and Hotch can even see his own reflection reflected in it.

"How's your talk with Kary going?" He walked down two steps and was at her level.

Viola was stunned, and then replied helplessly: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

She turned around, looked at the steps under her feet, and said softly: "Actually, I don't know yet."

You have to ask her if she wants to play the cello again, and the answer is naturally yes.

However, she is now 35 years old, and there is still a long window of time.Although she tried hard to maintain her cello level, after entering BAU, she had less and less practice time, and her regression was inevitable.

Compared with those professionals, she has long been regarded as a peripheral.

For so many years, Viola's mind was always thinking about how to find the murderer of her parents, and she never seriously thought about what she should do after finding it.

When it came time to make a decision, she became very confused and hesitant.

All these years at BAU made her consider this group as another home, and the group members are all her family members.

She cherishes and values ​​them, and she never wants everyone to think that she only uses BAU as a springboard and a tool to find the murderer, and just walks away after finding it.

They are the most precious treasures she has obtained in these years.

"You know, they don't blame you for that." Hotch knew what she was hesitating about.

He stood beside her, raised his head and gently stroked the top of her hair.

"That's what you've been after all your life, after all, isn't it?"

Hotch's tone was steady, as if what he was saying was a common exclamation like 'it's a nice day'.

Viola felt her nose was a little sore again.

The author has something to say: Really see parents w

The countdown to the end, I don’t know how many chapters are left, but it should be within this week_(:з」∠)_

Characters in this chapter

Karen Mill Viola's father, deceased

Lam Fong Viola's mother, deceased

Aunt of Kary Mill Viola

Butler of Warren Viola's house

Lucas Powell music hall killer, commits suicide in prison