[Criminal Minds] years before love

Rossi rarely had the opportunity to explore what happened to Hotch's body after they vented.Only once or twice, when Hotch was so close to losing control and they obviously overdid it, did he show visible discomfort the next day.And at other times, there are hardly any traces to be seen in his actions.

And no matter what kind of injury, in just a few days, usually before their next physical contact, it has quickly disappeared.

But the bruises he had just seen worried him.

True, that wasn't a problem for Hotch at all, even as he himself was perfectly used to the physical situation, but Rossi couldn't help reminding himself of everything they did.

However, there are a large number of FBI and special police support outside the door at this moment, and it is definitely not the time to discuss this matter.

Hotch walked over to him and looked over his shoulder. "He has something to say."

"I'm sorry for putting you in danger." Rossi didn't answer immediately, but put his arms around him.

"It's not your fault." Hotch froze for a second, then hugged him back, "I'm not in danger either."

Rossi indulged himself in his arms for a few more seconds, and patted him on the shoulder, "Yes, Green will be interrogated, and this place will be thoroughly searched. We found another stronghold of theirs, from witness testimony Look, it's speculative, but we may well have another victim."

Hotch nodded, "But I guess, it's not our job?"

"I think Green should understand that cooperation can at least make his life in prison more comfortable." Rossi turned his head and watched his colleagues put Green into the police car, "He is not really crazy, since it is irreparable, I believe he will say .”

"Where is Jones?"

"It's under control. For them, this kind of interrogation is not difficult." Rossi reached for his car keys. "Come on, leave the scene search to them-I'll take you to the hospital."

"I don't need to." Hotch frowned.

"..." Rossi coughed lightly, "Jones confessed to using drugs on you, you have to get blood to confirm his testimony and see if there are other effects."

"D□e, are you really going to make me go to the hospital and refuse anything other than a blood draw? I'm pretty sure that's a bad idea." Hotch handed him the key and followed him out.

"Good job, Agent Hotchner." The top FBI executive was waiting there.

Hotch shook his hand, "So…can we go?"

"No, you have to go to the hospital."

"I'm fine." Hotch pursed his lips. "Green and Jones had an argument. He fell into anger and conflict, then confusion and self-doubt. He didn't have a chance to hurt me."

"I believe this is not enough time for Green to commit assault, but Jones confessed to adding a strong narcotic to your drink, and you need to go to the hospital." The other party patted his arm, "Although you look good. But …D□□id, make sure your agents get the necessary medical treatment.”

Rossi pushed Hotch into the car, who still wanted to explain, and nodded at him, "I will."

"D□□e, I really don't need to go to the hospital." Hotch complained again after waiting some distance from their car, "I can't explain."

"You don't have to explain." Rossi reassured, "You have the right to refuse. As for other issues, leave them to me."

Hotch looked at him suspiciously, "How do you handle it?—you've never put someone in the hospital, have you? For, uh, inappropriate sexual behavior."

"Aaron, I just need to know one or two doctors who can trust me and not chase after me when I refuse to provide more information." Rossi seemed to be choked, and it took two seconds before he said helplessly, "So ,what happened?"

"Nothing happened. I woke up in bed and I heard them arguing and then I tried to talk Jones away and you came before I had a word with Green."

"Bed?"

"Please." Hotch shot him a glare. "If anything happens, I'll know."

"Aaron, tell me the truth." Rossi moved his mouth a few times before mustering up the courage, "Does it hurt?"

Hotch blinked a few times quickly, then turned to look out the window, "Of course, I'm human...but that's not a problem!"

"I'm sorry, Jason came to talk to me, I may have some emotions."

"I said that's not a problem," Hotch retorted, "and I asked for it."

"I'm not so sure."

The two were silent for a while, and Hotch said, "When you woke up in the morning, you weren't there."

"Emergency call—"

"Listen," Hotch cut him off. "I just suddenly feel like, every time I...in the morning, or in the evening, leave you behind. Does it make you feel bad?"

"Of course." Rossi replied softly, "I'm human."

"terribly sorry."

"No." Rossi smiled, reached out and squeezed his hand on his knee, "Don't say that, as long as you don't leave in such a hurry next time."

Hotch looked down, and finally raised his other hand, wrapping it over the back of his.