[Criminal Minds] years before love

Wallis Miller really wasn't trying to make things difficult for them.

There was only one room left in this small hotel, and the owner and receptionist was already lying there lying down and about to fall asleep. Perhaps it was only because of the police's previous explanation that he didn't close the door to rest.

It's not good for Rossi and Hotch to ask more questions at this time.

What's more, after sitting on the plane for such a long time, and rushing over here non-stop, with a high level of mental tension, and a rather intense exercise, it is impossible to say that I am not tired.

Rossi came out of the shower and saw Hotch was moving the quilt on the sofa.

"Aaron, what are you going to do?"

"Looking for a place to sleep, obviously there's only one bed here." Hotch put down his things and prepared to tidy himself.

Rossi frowned and grabbed him, "You won't be angry with what I said at the beginning?"

"No." Hotch sighed, he had a lot of doubts about himself, he couldn't stop Rossi's curiosity, and after working like this for so long, profiling might just be instinct for Rossi, and maybe he wasn't either Don't want to be known by Rossi, "I just don't think now is the time for you to explore my inner world."

"Then what are you doing? This bed is not too small to fit the two of us." Rossi asked reluctantly.

"Dave, you know exactly why I'm not going to share your bed with you," Hotch murmured slightly annoyed.

"Oh, Aaron." Rossi sat down on the sofa with a smile while wiping her hair, "I promise not to do anything until the case is over, although my promise has no credibility in this matter, but believe me, I have nothing to spare Try again."

Hotch bit his lower lip lightly, and muttered into the bathroom, "I don't believe a word."

"Okay, Aaron, this sofa can't let you lie down comfortably." Rossi patted the hard and elastic things under his body that he was not very satisfied with, picked up the bedding and threw it back on the bed, "But I'm glad you at least have a fair amount of confidence in my abilities."

Hotch buried his face in the sound of the water, pretending not to hear him.

The FBI is no different from most police departments or the military, and bullying newcomers or being hierarchical is no big deal. Hotch had also been in charge of the team before, and even he was only moderately restrained about it. After all, if the authority of the superior cannot be established, it will be difficult to work smoothly if there is a difference of opinion.Of course, as Rossi, he doesn't need to suppress newcomers in any way to show his status here, but at least so far, he has not done anything to remind Hotch of the leader between the two.

Being on the field with Rossi is totally different than being with Gideon. Generally speaking, Gideon will explain almost everything he thinks about, and he would like more people to stay and participate in this work.And at least the rumored David Rossi seems to have no intention of teaching anyone at all, and he is willing to develop a romantic relationship with almost anyone, but has no intention of working with them.

Hotch, however, finds it sad that he probably will never admit that, emotionally, he would rather act with Rossi.

Hotch took a deep breath in silence, all of Rossi's actions were not informed in advance, if it wasn't—Hotch had spent almost all his thoughts trying to figure out him, his preferences and bottom line—he doubted whether he could keep up with the other party thinking.From the moment he learned that he needed to go out with Rossi, Hotch actually thought about Gideon's words, and he did hesitate whether to choose between his subordinates and his lover, after all, it would be much easier to separate them.

But apparently, Rossi had no intention of giving him a chance.

Hotch shook the water from his head, deciding not to think about it.At least one thing he knows, he can't say no to Rossi, in every sense of the word.

So he didn't continue to struggle, and gave up the sofa and walked to the bed.

Rossi made two quilts and was lying on the bed looking through notes. Although Hotch felt a little regretful inexplicably, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anything new?" Hotch curled up under the covers and lay next to him.

"I'm just wondering if this case really has something to do with religion." Rossi moved the notebook so that Hotch could see the graffiti on it, the triangle and the Devil in the middle, "Although this location does have occasional explorers , but it is not a regular tourist route, and the discovery of the body was also an accident."

"This placement is very deliberate. If it is not to mock the police, it is his own needs."

"The cases I've seen involving so-called demons, except for those of insanity, are usually related to control." Rossi agrees, "In most cases, their disposal of the dead body is mostly to show power besides sexual seeking. People pay attention. I just wonder why it is a downward triangle, usually people think that the tip is more powerful."

Hotch didn't have a clue about that either, and didn't answer.

Rossi threw the notebook aside, saying to put this matter aside for the time being, he turned off the light, and tightened the quilt for Hotch, "Sleep, good night."

Hotch relaxed his body in the darkness and replied softly, "Good night."