[Criminal Minds] years before love

Hotch carefully opened a crack in the door and looked out. It was not where he first entered the door. No one was moving within the visible range, but from this angle, he could not see the door or any exit. The carpet was littered with wine bottles and overturned chairs.

After the argument, Jones entered the room, and Green obviously didn't stay put to clean up. Hotch gripped the gun tightly, he was a little conflicted, under normal circumstances, he should take the opportunity to get away quickly and wait for backup.But at this moment, Green has not realized that he has been targeted by the bureau, and he has just had a dispute with Jones. If he is allowed to have a hasty and direct conflict with the bureau, there is a high probability that there will be a tragedy.

But it was really hard for Hotch to explain his appearance.In any case, Green would most likely knock on the door after he calmed down. There was no place to hide here, and he definitely couldn't stay in this room any longer. Hotch pushed the door open as silently as possible, and the small activity room was in a mess, with the stairs on the other side.

Hotch shook his head slightly, looking down past the wine bottles and tables and chairs, against the wall, and then his eyes fell directly on Green who was just looking up, without a gun.

Green immediately frowned, but quickly raised his glass and shook it at him.

"..." Hotch was a little thankful that he didn't raise the gun, but hid it behind his back.

"He actually brought people here." Green smiled self-deprecatingly, and poured a small bottle of wine down his throat, "Are you having fun?"

After a moment of astonishment, Hotch immediately realized that Green had obviously misunderstood his identity, and responded vaguely.

"Want to play again?" Green suddenly smiled at him.

"You've had too much to drink." Hotch said calmly as he walked slowly downstairs.

"Oh, I'm sober, I promise I won't hurt you." Green put down the alcohol, "What do you like? Rope? Handcuffs? Or do you need anything else?"

Hotch repeated, "You've had too much to drink."

"I didn't." Green stared at him, "He actually did it himself—who are you?"

Hotch shook his head, considered for a moment, decided not to completely conceal his identity, "FBI."

"What? He actually expanded his business to the bureau?" Green looked very surprised, and Hotch could still see a hint of hidden anger, "I haven't seen you."

"The FBI is a huge agency with thousands of employees, and you can't possibly meet everyone."

Green snorted.

"You haven't been to work for several days."

Green suddenly raised his head and stared at him, "Who the hell are you?"

"I told you, FBI." Hotch gripped his gun tightly.Of course he hoped that the problem could be resolved peacefully, but if his guess was correct, the person in front of him had killed at least three people, and his mental state might not be very good.

"What do you know?" Green clenched his fists.

"I know you're jealous." Hotch kept his distance.

"what?"

"You're dissatisfied with Jones' business." Hotch chose an ambiguous phrase.

"He told you your real name...so he hired you to replace me?" Green's face twisted, "He can't think about it."

Hotch glanced over to make sure he didn't have a gun on him. "Green, I'm pretty sure I'm not interested in this."

"Really?" Green sneered, "Not convincing at all."

"Green, apparently sometimes you forget that you're an FBI agent." Hotch stared into his eyes, "And I don't."

Green pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Jones is your partner and mentor, and I don't think he's a good role model," Hotch continued. "He pulls you into a situation where you can't even really feel fulfilled, and I'm sure that's not what you want. Yes. People, sanctimonious, full of morality, pretending to punish themselves."

Green's lips were trembling.

"One time you're like, why don't they get real punishment? Then everything changes." Still Hotch doesn't back down. "It doesn't feel good, Green, stop it. That's not what you really want."

"What do I want? I don't even know what I want."

"Jones."

Green glared at him.

"You don't want him to be another fake rich guy. Taking money from these people and covering it up for them makes you sick."

Green blinked, trying not to keep the tears from welling up.

"You don't want him doing this with someone else, obviously." Hotch curled his lips together, "Stop it, tell him what you think, before it's too late."

"No, no, it's too late." Green shook his head desperately, trying to touch something.

Hotch raised his gun slowly, "Stop, Green."

Green froze for a second, there was nothing within his reach that could be called a weapon except for the wine bottle.

"Green, tell me now, what are you doing these days."