[Criminal Minds] years before love

"Emma didn't paint anything related to what she went through." Spade opened the office door, pulled out the folder from the cabinet, and handed it over.

Rossi nodded and studied the things in his hands. Although he was dating the patient's family, Spade's basic professional quality was not a problem, and Emma's graffiti did not have any suicidal tendencies.

Hotch looked around the office, which looked warm and soft, with plants placed, a typical arrangement favored by psychiatrists, "Where Emma usually likes to sit."

"The couch over there." Spade pointed. "She doesn't like sitting at the table, she always says it's too close to me."

Rossi glanced at the wide armchair by the table, "No, she just doesn't like this chair."

"This chair? Why?" Spade was puzzled. "More than [-]% of psychological clinics use this chair. According to research, this chair can make people relax."

Rossi continued to flip through the paper in his hand, mostly meaningless lines and short neutral phrases, "She was once tied to a very similar chair, same color and armrests."

Spade stopped what he was doing. "I don't know."

Rossi shook his head.

"She didn't mention... I'm going to replace this chair."

Hotch retreated to what she called the couch and sat down, looking around the office, "Spade, when was the last time Emma visited you?"

"Before my business trip, uh." She lowered her head to confirm the date, "Four days ago."

"She disappeared after a day." Hotch stared at her. "Are you sure there's nothing unusual about her? Anything."

"Probably not." Spade tried to recall, she walked over to draw up the curtains, "I'm used to Emma not cooperating most of the time, usually she only occasionally reveals her thoughts when she is at her lowest, and sometimes she even Will sleep most of the conversation with me - I keep telling his father it won't work and he'd better get another therapist."

"He didn't agree?" Rossi was a little surprised. "Considering your relationship, if it's for Emma's sake, I think he should agree."

"He mentioned it to Emma tactfully, but it was strange that Emma showed strong resistance."

"Spade, don't you understand?" Rossi looked up at her with some regret.

"what?"

"That means she trusts you," Hotch explained instead, "but you've clearly betrayed her trust. Did you disclose your relationship with her father in your last conversation?"

"What?" Spade glared at him, waving his hand. "Of course not. We're not there yet, not that close, but we discussed it, and we'll discuss it with her when the time is right. It's clearly not yet!"

"So your last conversation?"

Spade sat down in bewilderment, holding his head in his hands, "She came in nothing special, then she said she was tired - slept for almost an hour. Ah - she was kind of weird when she woke up."

"How?" Rossi paused for a moment.

"She asked about my husband." Spade shook his head slightly. "Emma never cared what happened to me. Of course I didn't intend to tell her anything, I just said that every family has its own problems... Then she grabbed a piece of paper Continue her writing and drawing."

Rossi directly turned the file in his hand to the end.

Hotch adjusted his position slightly, turned his head to look over there, then he froze for a second, frowned, and quickly stood up, "Spade... will you have... intimacy in the office? Although this is your private place , but I strongly discourage you from engaging in such behavior here."

"What?" Spade stared up at him sharply.

Hotch stepped forward, pulled the box of rubber goods from the side locker of her desk and threw it on the table. "I guess Emma saw this."

Spade blushed a little, but still retorted, "But we are all adults, let alone her own way of life, Emma is not an innocent girl."

"It's about trust, Spade." Rossi pulled out the paper and handed the rest to Hotch.

"But she doesn't know that me and her father..."

"Nothing to do with her father." Hotch glanced at her as he flipped the pages quickly, "Spade, personal relationships cloud your professional judgment, that's empathy, Spade's mother died years ago, she's never been close in her life women."

"Wait, that doesn't mean she's happy that you're with her father." Rossi cut back what she wanted to say, "She wants to have you all, non-sexual."

Spade sighed with a wry smile, "Understood, I just didn't expect us to have reached this point, after all, she really didn't cooperate at all."

"Do you know this place?" Rossi handed over the painting in his hand, and there was a small wooden house erected in the corner of the messy lines.

Spade frowned for a moment, then shook his head.

"That looks like where she was kidnapped." Rossi turned to Hotch uncertainly.

"This looks like you." Hotch pulled one of the papers out and gestured to Rossi to look at the person on it.

"Me?" Rossi frowned, and took what Hotch was holding. The painting was in a mess of doodles, he hadn't seen it just now, and it looked very simple, "It's not like me."

"I think so." Hotch glared at him, and despite the poor drawing, some personal traits were obvious, not to mention the FBI she'd accidentally written in the words next to it.He stuffed the entire folder into the evidence bag, "Why did they come to you?"

Rossi's movements jerked, and he met his gaze, "Her father said, if I can save her once, maybe I can save her a second time."