[Criminal Minds] years before love

"Do you think her father knows?" Hotch continued to study the graffiti in the passenger seat, and occasionally glanced at Rossi. Obviously, this Emma McKain should not be in danger for the time being, so he also relaxed.

"He does seem worried, knowing some but not all. Considering Emma's current state of mind, I can understand that even if it is her own plan, she may still be in danger." Rossi sighed, "Why does she To do this?"

"I guess she's trying to recreate her sense of security."

Rossi agreed with him, "It is true that in some psychotherapy, the method of recreating the scene is used to try to let people get rid of the fear. She stayed at Spade three times a week, and she may have consulted related books. She can understand similar statements. , it would make sense to try spontaneously."

"I also believe that it was not the psychiatrist's handwriting. It seems that it is not in line with her character and consistent treatment strategy to allow the victim of this case to undergo such radical therapy."

"If she did it. I'm sure she and Mr. McKain would be there. But—why? I never contacted her after the case was over. I don't think she should remember me, and I should never be the right person. , I don’t think I can give women a sense of security.”

Hotch stared at the painting in his hand, and suddenly laughed when he heard this sentence, turned his head and looked at him playfully, "Maybe she thinks you are more suitable than everyone around her?"

"Me? She doesn't understand me at all." Rossi frowned, then curled her lips in disapproval.

"Of course she doesn't know you. If she knew you, she'd know that you've had two failed marriages and a lot of lovers." Hotch chuckled and looked into his profile.

Rossi narrowed her eyes, turned her head to smile at him and licked her lips, "And it's been a long time since I've had a stable relationship with any woman."

Hotch pursed his lips and laughed out loud, "You have to admit, you can't bear her trust at all."

"Thanks for reminding me, I don't want to take this responsibility at all." Rossi shrugged.

"But you're the only one who didn't disappoint her. All she knows is that you saved her in that situation."

"I'm not alone."

"She doesn't care about that." Hotch shook his head. "And she's probably in that cabin right now waiting for you to rescue her again."

"I don't think I need to make such an impression on her." Rossi stopped the car suddenly, "I don't need such an intersection."

"Notify the local police?" Hotch thought for a moment, "but at least that wouldn't do her mental health any favors."

The two stared at each other for a moment before Rossi sped up again, "Go to the police station and call his father and Spade to come over, just in case, let the police take them both, and let's go. If she needs to rebuild her sense of security, I guess they That's what matters."

"Do you think she really doesn't know about the relationship between her father and the psychiatrist?" Hotch was a little confused, and he put down what he was holding. "I thought it would be easy to find out."

"I don't know." Rossi tapped the steering wheel, "I'm not very sensitive to this kind of thing. But I think she can sense something wrong, like Spade's real concern, and her perception can't explain this… said To be honest, I'm not so sure she'd be okay with them."

"D□□e, knowing that someone really cares about me is far more satisfying than losing a psychotherapist who doesn't look good."

Rossi laughed again, "You don't like her."

"Not really." Hotch leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath, "But I do think she's not that helpful, and if she did her job well, we wouldn't need to be here."

"Anyway, if it's what we've surmised, at least no one was harmed in the case." Rossi reached out and patted his thigh.

"Yes. That's the best ending." Hotch took his hand, smiling.