[Zhongyingmei] The last string

The moment Hotch heard Foyet's voice, he grabbed the car keys on the table and rushed out the door.

He didn't dare to hang up the phone, and the hand holding the phone broke out in cold sweat. He could hear Viola's struggling sound and Foyet's excitement when he spoke.

When he heard the sound of Viola being beaten, his eyes were bloodshot almost instantly, and he walked downstairs faster and faster.

For the first time, he hated himself for living on a high floor.

He hated himself even more for not agreeing to live with Viola earlier.

Obviously all of this can be avoided.

Obviously...

However, before he got to the bottom floor, the situation there seemed to have changed.

A third person appears, and there are gunshots, conversations, and finally, after a noise of falling objects, the phone cuts off.

His heart was beating wildly, and he was almost mad with worry.

Hotch held on to his last semblance of sanity and called 911.

His hand that was gripping the steering wheel had blue veins, almost crushing it with such force.

Hotch can only keep telling himself that nothing will happen to Viola, other than that, he can't do anything now.

In a short 10-minute drive, Hotch drove to the place in half the time.

The police cars and ambulances were one step ahead of him, and the rotating red police lights made him feel blinded and blinked, and the loud voices couldn't bring him back to his sanity.

A few policemen were blocking the cordon, and he rushed over with his ID in his hand.

Hotch lost his composure and pushed away the dazed policeman standing in front of him, and ran into it in three steps at a time, just in time to collide with the stretcher of the ambulance personnel.

He fixed his eyes on the person above, it was Foyet who had passed out.

"What about him?" His voice sounded too calm.

"One shot in the ankle, one shot in the knee, and a severe blow to the head," the medical staff didn't care whether it was a serial killer or whoever, in their eyes this was a patient, "Sir, please get out of the way, he needs an operation. "

Hotch stood still and grabbed the police officer who came out.

"Find someone to watch this man, he is a vicious criminal, we must not let him escape." After he finished speaking seriously, he bypassed the people who came out and walked quickly inside.

The room was full of police officers, and Hotch made his way through the crowd, catching sight of the female agent sitting on the couch.

She didn't seem to be in any danger to her life. She turned her head to let the medical staff deal with the gunshot wound on her shoulder, and kept her eyes fixed on one part of the room with a dazed expression.

Hotch walked over quickly, the sound of too fast footsteps caught the attention of the female detective, and her somewhat dull eyes began to focus.

"You're fine." Hotch said affirmatively, but his voice was trembling, and his red eyes betrayed his eagerness.

"You're fine..."

He half-kneeled on the ground, keeping his eye level with the female detective, and holding her hands tightly, confirming her existence.

Great.

"Seeing how worried you are," Viola said softly with a fleeting smile, "Of course I'm fine."

"He hit you," Hotch's tone sank when he saw the red, swollen wound on her forehead, "and your shoulder."

"...But I'm still alive, aren't I?" Her voice was very soft, but her tone didn't carry any joy of being alive after the catastrophe.

Hotch frowned slightly, he found something wrong with Viola.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly.

Viola didn't reply, but turned her head silently, and cast her gaze somewhere in the living room.

Hotch followed the direction of her gaze, and when he saw what was scattered on the ground, his eyes couldn't help but slightly dilated.

The cello, which was carefully maintained by the female detective, was completely damaged. The handle was broken, and there was a huge hole in the body of the cello. The cracked planks and sawdust were scattered around. One end of the string had fallen off the body, and the other One end is still barely connected in front, tangled together on the ground.

This is broken by violence.

The forensics personnel are taking pictures of the damaged cello, and they will probably collect evidence and take it away later.

Hotch turned his head worriedly, and Viola stared at the cello with a dazed expression and red eyes.

He opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him, any language now is useless.

The medical personnel finally finished the simple treatment of the gunshot wound on Viola's shoulder blade, and then went to the hospital for suture surgery.

Hotch called Rossi to come and take over, and rushed to the hospital as soon as they arrived.

At that time, Viola's stitches were only halfway through.

Hotch remained in the hospital for nearly an hour before the surgery was over.

Viola, who was withdrawn from the operating room, fell into a long silence after arriving in the ward. She only received local anesthetic, and she was actually very awake.

She could feel the needles threading through her flesh, and she knew she was going to be fine.

However, she couldn't feel the slightest joy.

"Aaron..." she said suddenly, tightening her grip on Hotch.

"I'm here." Hotch's deep voice was as reassuring as ever.

Viola turned her head and stared at Hotch who was sitting beside the hospital bed, showing an extremely bitter smile.

"I know, you can't show any weakness in front of Foyet." Her tone was a little unsteady, her voice trembling.

"He...he smashed my..." Viola took a deep breath, "My cello."

"At that moment, I was in a trance."

In just a split second, Foyet caught her opening and she was knocked down.

If it wasn't for that strange man in a suit who showed up later, and Hotch saw it now, it might have been her dead body.

"I know I made a fatal mistake, Aaron..." Viola's tone was struggling and painful, "I know..."

"but he……"

Viola's eyes turned red for a moment, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and landed on the white pillow.

She closed her eyes, her expression was full of unwillingness and pain, and she held Hotch's hand so hard that the man even felt a little pain.

Hotch raised his other hand to caress the side of her face, gently wiping away her tears.

"Shh, you don't need to go on... I know." He comforted softly.

People after surgery are always fragile, and she gradually felt the reality of a broken cello.

This is not her hallucination, nor is it a dream, but the reality a few hours ago.

She felt as if a piece was suddenly missing in her heart, and no amount of tears could fill the gap there.

"He, he's so capable..." Halfway through her words, her voice suddenly choked up, and she couldn't continue.

"I get it," Hotch said softly. "It's all his fault."

It's not your fault, stop blaming yourself.

*****

Foyet was thrown in jail again, and this time there was no way he would be allowed to escape.

And, Hotch got the news from the hospital that although the gunshot wounds to Foyet's knee and ankle were not life-threatening, they would cause great inconvenience to his movement.

In other words, Foyet was crippled.

It's really heartwarming.

Although he didn't know who the man in the suit who came and went without a trace was, and Hotch didn't agree with this so-called law enforcement outside the law, but he still felt a little bit happy to see Foyet end up like this.

From a personal point of view, he might also thank the man in the suit for saving Viola's life.

Haley and Jack also came back without incident. For their mother and son, the three months of fear and fear were finally over.

The injured Viola was also discharged from the hospital soon. It was not a serious injury, but Hotch stopped her field work for a period of time because she could not hold a gun.

Everyone at the BAU could see that she was depressed, and although they didn't know why it happened, Hotch always got better.

Right now, these two are together every day.

Oh yes, the two are officially living together.

Hotch felt quite guilty about the fact that he did not agree to Viola's request and indirectly caused her to be in danger. He wondered more than once if he hadn't made those pointless insistences, whether Viola would not have been shot.

Whether her cello would not be so completely damaged.

Although Viola looked the same as before when she was working, every time Hotch went to her house, she always found that she looked at the empty corner of the living room and started to daze from time to time.

Touching the scene creates emotion, which only adds to the sadness.

He realized that he couldn't let Viola go into a trance anymore, so he suddenly asked her to live together.

"Do you remember what I said before?" During dinner, Hotch asked in vain.

Viola put down the fork in her hand and looked over with some doubts: "What's the matter?"

"Cohabitation." He used concise words and stared at the person in front of him.

Viola was obviously a little surprised, she smiled slightly: "Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"Won't you?" Hotch raised an eyebrow.

The female detective shook her head and replied with a smile, "Of course I would. When will you move here?"

"No, you moved to my place."

Viola frowned slightly, and asked, "Why?" As she spoke, her eyes drifted into the living room unconsciously, and her expression sank a little.

"Viola, look at me," his voice made Viola turn her head back, "listen to me."

His expression is very serious.

"Give yourself a breath, please?" he pleaded. "Don't push yourself so hard."

Viola stared at him blankly, lowering her eyes slowly, she knew what Hotch was talking about.

"...OK."

Viola agreed to Hotch's request, and the two picked a free day to move together.

It is said to be moving, but in fact, there are not many things to bring there.

One-third of the wardrobe at Hotch's house has long been vacated for Viola, in case she occasionally stays overnight and has nothing to change the next day - the same goes for Viola's wardrobe.

In addition, Viola also often cooks at Hotch's house. Over time, Hotch's house inexplicably has a lot of kitchen utensils that shouldn't exist.

So this move is not a big project, if you don't worry about it, it's enough to just live there.

After all, the two of them live close to each other. If there is something really missing, just go and get it.

Viola's condition gradually improved, and Hotch was also relieved to see it.

But in the past few months, Viola did not buy a new cello or ask Kary to send a cello from home.

This may be the first time in more than two decades that she has not touched her favorite musical instrument for such a long time.

It was as if she had forgotten about it.

The author has something to say: You see, cough, it’s not, it’s abusive! (dry laugh)

Buddha let him say goodbye, a crippled serial killer with a strong desire to control, by the way, he will not be a good guy in prison, stay for a few years and then be executed

Goodbye you (waving)

Let me make a small notice. After the daily transition, this article will soon enter the last case. Everyone should know what the case is, right?

Finally, happy 520 little angels! !Love you guys! ! ! (づ￣3￣)づ

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Gee Foyet Boston Reaper, the serial killer who will never appear again

Thanks Yuma cherub for mine, kiss you! (づ￣3￣)づ