[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Haley was about to leave with Jack, and an FBI agent was standing beside her.

They will be put under protective surveillance and taken to another city, and no one but this agent will know where they are.

Yep, no one, including Hotch.

Viola re-entered the ward with light steps and sat next to Hotch.

In order to make himself look less embarrassed in front of Jack, he had just sat up on purpose, but it also made him feel painful.

"Lie down first, and I'll help you raise the bed." Viola said.

It is better to lie down than to sit and aggravate the injury.

Hotch didn't refute, just lay down in silence. Viola reached out and shook the lifting handle of the hospital bed, so that the front half of the hospital bed could be lifted up a little.

"I..." He started and then paused.

Viola stared at him seriously, without urging him to speak.

"I told Haley that we'd catch Foyet and bring her and Jack back," Hotch said with a sigh of relief, pursing his lips, "but the truth is, as long as Foyet doesn't commit crimes, there's no way we'll catch him."

It's pretty negative to be able to say this sentence from Hotch's mouth.

"In order to watch Shaunessy's collapse step by step, he could hold back and not commit a crime for ten years," his voice trembled. "Ten years later, what will Jack remember about me?"

Viola held his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Aaron, Foyet's photos are all over the street now, in the news and on the Internet, everyone knows him."

"It's not ten years ago, and you're not Shaunessy."

"You and us, Foyet can't escape."

She spoke firmly, just to convey some energy to him.

Hotch looked at her sideways, with a lot of pain in his eyes: "Foyet wants to break me down, he will..."

"I'm fine." Viola knew what he meant and smiled softly.

“Am I still an FBI agent if I get scared by this?” she asked playfully, softly.

Please let me be by your side, to be your solid backing, and to overcome obstacles for you.

my sweetheart.

*****

Although Hotch was discharged from the hospital, his condition was not as good as before. The expression on his face was no longer all calm and calm, but mixed with a little gloom.

This incident hit him not only physically, but more spiritually.

Keeping a child away from his father at a young age deprives a father of the right to watch his child grow.

Foyet, as always, knows how to torture a human being.

However, Hotch can't be knocked down by him, and he definitely won't bow to a serial killer.

When he was just discharged from the hospital, something was wrong with him, but he finally adjusted gradually.

However, the people above have already become dissatisfied and suspicious of Hotch because of the attack on him.

Not long after, Hotch was demoted.

In order not to be called out of the BAU, Hotch promoted Man as the director of the BAU squad.In this way, even if the position is down, he can still stay in BAU.

Although there was a little turmoil in the group, it would not hurt the foundation.

Foyet broke into Hotch's house, which caused Hotch a great sense of unease.

For this reason, he had someone install an infrared anti-theft device at home during his hospitalization.

When the owner is not at home, the house will be flooded with a lot of infrared light.In the case of not disarming the alarm, once someone enters the house, there will be a harsh alarm sound, and at the same time, the alarm information will be sent to the owner's mobile phone, which can be called quite high-tech.

But even with all this tinkering, Hotch is constantly on the alert.

Viola felt very distressed in her eyes. She persuaded Hotch to simply live with her. It would be safer for the two of them to take care of each other.

But Hotch was unexpectedly tough this time, he didn't want to bring danger to Viola.The closer the relationship between the two, the more likely it is that Foyet will be following Viola.

He dared not take the risk.

Viola knew it was probably Hotch's machismo at work again.

On this day, Viola mentioned this matter again.

"Aaron, you should really move to my place." Viola tried to persuade, sitting in Hotch's office during lunch time.

Although he was demoted, Man made it clear to Hotch that if Foyet was caught, he would immediately resign as director.

So Hotch didn't retreat from the upper office to join the group at the lower desk.

"Viola," Hotch said resignedly, "we talked about it."

But for some reason, she was relentless on this point.

"No," Viola shook her head, she paused, and decided to bring the issue to the surface this time, "Aaron, I've been Foyet's target for a long time."

The expression on Hotch's face receded like a tide, and his face sank, frowning tightly.

This is what Viola has been refusing to say, what she is most afraid of seeing is his expression like this.

So even though the two of them knew it clearly, she was still reluctant to say it.

"Sorry..." Hotch hated the feeling of putting the people he loved the most in danger for his own reasons.

"Never say sorry to me." Viola's tone was soft.

The two looked at each other.

Hotch looked into the light blue pupils of the man in front of him, he was once again healed by that soft and calm gaze.

She may have some kind of magical power, which can always calm his restless mood.

"Then the answer is yes?" Viola tilted her head to look at him.

Hotch persisted for a long time, but was finally defeated.

"I'll be there this weekend," he replied.

Viola's eyes and the corners of her mouth curled up.

*****

"I never thought that the FBI could still fall in love like this." A deep and magnetic voice sounded from the earphones.

Finch took a sip of his coffee before replying, "I don't think there's anything wrong with that, the two detectives are more serious about their work than you." He also insulted his own staff.

"Harold, what you said is really hurtful, I have a serious job." The man's voice sounded extremely aggrieved, but he couldn't hide the slight smile at the end of the words.

He was just habitually teasing his rigid boss.

"Mr. Reese, please focus on Agent Mill." Finch ordered with a straight face.

"Yes Yes."

"Ms. Shaw, what's going on with you?" Finch clicked the keyboard and switched to another language channel.

There were the cries and screams of babies, um... and Shaw's suppressed irritability.

"Oh, Finch, good, very good," she said through gritted teeth, "Hey boy, this isn't your thing, can you give it back to her?"

"I'd be better off if I didn't have to take care of such a group of brats." She lowered her voice a little to prevent her dissatisfied words from being heard by the brats in front of her.

"How does Jack look?" Finch asked.

"He is a quiet and well-behaved child. I like him very much." Shaw's voice seemed to be a little softer, probably because he broke away from the group of children.

"Keep watching," he said. "Ms. Books, I'm watching."

Surveillance cameras were displayed on a computer, and a blond woman was packing clothes at home.

To be honest, Finch feels that there are not enough people.

Two days ago

Finch limped into the abandoned library with a large box of donuts in one hand and Bear on the other.

Just a few steps into the room, Bear yelled 'Wow, woof' twice, looking very happy.

As soon as he saw Bear, Finch knew that someone or two had arrived.

Hmm... At least one person must have arrived.

I went in and saw Shaw sitting on his computer desk eating a hamburger.

He said good morning to Shaw as he untied Bear.

Bear ran over happily, and Shaw simply sat down on the ground, hugging Bear's head, and one person and one dog made a fuss.

"Haha! Good boy, good boy!" She was slobbered, but she didn't mind at all.

Shaw reached out and took the unfinished hamburger off the table, pulled the meat out and fed it to Bear.

"Ms. Shaw!" Now Finch frowned and started to scold others, "I remember I said that Bear is losing weight, you can't pet him like that!"

"It's not going to be a big deal just once," Shaw said nonchalantly, smiling and stroking Bear's head again, "Isn't it, Bear?"

"Ms. Shaw!" He had to let the lady in front of him know that such behavior was not allowed.

"What's going on, why are you so angry so early in the morning, Harold?" A voice behind him made Finch close his eyes.

Very well, here comes the silly dad.

"Oh! Donuts, Bear, do you want some?" Reese smiled and took a donut out of the box.

"Mr. Reese! Don't feed him donuts! He can't eat these! Ms. Shaw don't feed him meat either!"

Finch's somewhat dissatisfied cry finally made the two of them and the dog look over at the same time.

He saw three pairs of innocent eyes, but Finch had long been immune to those eyes and continued to stare at them with a serious face.

Three seconds later, Reese stuffed the donut into his mouth, and Shaw quietly stuffed the last morsel of meat into Bear's mouth, nibbling on the rest of the bread and lettuce himself.

Finch sighed softly, letting them go.

He walked to the computer desk, turned on the computer, and picked up the photos on the desk that he had prepared yesterday.

"This time, we have three numbers." He said while pasting the photo on the bulletin board.

Three people, two adults and one child.

"That's enough for once." Reese raised an eyebrow. "By the way, the lady on the far left looks... familiar?"

"Yes, Mr. Reese, do you still remember the serial killer case that made a lot of noise two years ago?" Finch asked.

Reese thought about it for a while, and then showed a suddenly realized expression: "Is this the poor female detective?"

He still remembers the photos in the news report at that time.

"Yes, it looks like something may have happened to our Miss Detective." Finch nodded.

Shaw on the side was confused listening to their conversation, and after asking, the two explained to her a little bit.

"What about the woman and child next to her? They look alike, mother and child?" Shaw was less interested in the past.

"Yes, you guessed right."

"When I first looked up their information, the two were named Doris Smith and Ken Smith," Finch said.

"I guess there's a but behind it?" Reese ate the donut out of his hands.

Finch glanced at him and nodded, "Their files have been falsified, and their real names are Haley Books and Jack Hoter."

"Both of them appear to be under FBI protection."

"Witness Protection Program?" Shaw stared at Reese, who passed her a donut.

"No, it's not, but it's similar." Finch shook his head and spoke.

"Ms. Shaw, I have already arranged the identity for you, please go and check the mother and child."

"And Mr. Reese," he rummaged through the table, "here's a ticket to Washington."

Reese raised his eyebrows: "Why am I going to Washington?"

"Because Ms. Mill is in Quantico."

The author has something to say: The POI team is online again, connecting the two sides together forcefully, don’t ask me why TM Baby jumps numbers outside New York (.

Light a candle for the Buddha in advance, go well

Do you think it’s not abusive at all, it’s because I haven’t opened it yet... (covers mouth)

Characters in this chapter

John Reese retired from the CIA, the file shows his death, but now he has become a mysterious figure in New York City 'Maninsuit'

Creator of Harold FinchTheMae, who periodically gets a social security number from TM of someone who may be the perpetrator or the victim

One of the members of Sameen ShawPOI team, a former government agent, was betrayed by the government, and died with the help of Reese and Finch

Bear Belgian Malinois, military dog, super cute, POI team mascot

Ex-wife of Haley BooksHotch

Son of Jack HoterHotch

Gee·Foyet Boston Reaper, the serial killer who is probably about to be handed out by me