[Criminal Minds] years before love

Rossi's tone was affirmative.

Hotch knew the words were literal and meaningless, and he just blinked without denying or answering.

Watching the local police rush to get Hall onto a stretcher and carry him down, Hotch sighed, but didn't follow immediately, but looked along the end of the stairs.

"What's wrong?" Rossi was about to turn around, seeing that he didn't move, and followed his gaze to look over, the stairs collapsed at the next corner, and there was only a room without a door, and I don't know if it was there in the first place The windows, which have been destroyed over the years, can directly see the forest outside.

Hotch snatched his arm out of the blue and held it very tightly.

Rossi's eyes widened in surprise, and he immediately looked back at the people around him.A large number of policemen have brought good artificial lighting, and the darkness in the entire abandoned church has been dispelled, and there is actually no change in the expression on Hotch's face.But Rossi knew that the hand holding her was extremely hard.

"Aaron?"

Hotch took a deep breath, let go of him and turned around first, "It's okay."

Rossi stared at his back, sighed softly, caught up and patted him on the back, "Aaron, take it easy."

Hotch didn't look back, just stopped a step to let him follow.

When there are people with stolen goods, they really have nothing to do.

Rossi was not very interested in claiming credit, so he left the scene to Miller, who accepted it readily, and asked Kim to send them back to rest first, and then arrange a return ticket tomorrow.And Kim obviously still hasn't recovered from the fact of Hall's murder, and has been silent on the way to bring them back.

Rossi and Hotch can't say too much, knowing that the murderer is someone they know and trust is too bad, and outsiders like them can't comfort them with a few words.

Finally Hotch said, "Kim, do you know Alexander Rotha?"

"Rotha is the old pastor of that church, why did you ask him?" Kim asked rather surprised.

"Does Hall know him?"

"Sure, Rotha is sort of a legend locally. But even I don't have a real impression of him, and there must be a lot of exaggeration in his story to be honest. Kirby, alas, never met him - probably heard The old man mentioned it." Kim sighed, "I never thought that Kirby would be tempted by the devil."

Hotch didn't answer, his eyes wandered into the distance.

Rossi held his hand secretly again, "He was too obsessed with wanting his sister to live, and despair made him desperate."

"Uh, Agent Rossi, you started talking about him and his sister...the...?"

"Just to make him talk." Rossi shook his head. "Hall wouldn't do that."

"Wallis ordered someone to prepare dinner." Kim said when he sent them off the helicopter, he was silent for a while, and still reached out to hold Rossi's hand, "Even if the murderer is someone we didn't expect and never want, after all, the case is solved Yes, the murderer has been caught. Thank you."

Rossi patted the back of his hand, "Kim, I can't make you understand what Hall has done, but I still hope you understand that most things in this world can only be solved by humans. You choose, What you are afraid of, after all, you have to face it yourself."

Marty Kim looked up at him and finally nodded solemnly, "Thank you."

The dinner prepared by Miller was quite sumptuous and very local-style, with extremely high calories, and the two FBIs who had been running around all day only wiped out most of them.

Hotch licked his lips contentedly and leaned on the sofa, Rossi poured the wine, handed one of the glasses to him, pulled a chair and sat down in front of him, "Aaron, who is Alexander Rotha?"

Hotch's whole body froze for a moment, but he quickly regained control of himself, and replied without any fluctuations in his tone, "At least the old pastor who preached in that strange church 40 years ago, you asked what to do?" What?"

"Oh, you know that's not the answer I was looking for." Rossi shook her head and moved closer to him. "Aaron, I'm surprised you don't like church."

Hotch bit his lip and didn't answer.

"Aaron, it's a little easier for us to see so many things that most people don't understand, and put some of the explanation on God..."

Hotch took a deep breath and cut him off rather defensively, "Dave, I don't mean to challenge your beliefs, but don't preach to me."

Rossi looked at him for a while before shaking his head, "I just wanted to say, considering your family, it's not very common."

Hotch took a sip of his drink annoyed, "Dave, it's not the first day you know me, do you really want to talk to me about the influence of my family?"

Rossi pressed his hand, "Aaron, you should understand that I've been waiting for the day you speak."

Hotch fell silent then, with the wine glass pressed to his lips, and finally whispered with some flickering words, "Then why don't you continue to wait..."

"Because it was worse than I imagined." Rossi looked at him very seriously, "Aaron, I have known you for more than 10 years, even back then I was quite curious and kept profiling you, but today For the first time, I felt that this might be more than I could accept. It was probably a serious mistake for me to let it go."

Seeing that Hotch still didn't seem to want to speak, Rossi continued, "Aaron, you know I'm going back to submit an evaluation report on you, right?"

"Dave, are you threatening me?" Hotch looked up at him incredulously.

"No." Rossi shook his head, "But Jason is right, we are responsible to you. And I found a problem, and if I can't assess the severity of it, at least I should discuss it with Jason."

Hotch leaned his face against him.

"It's useless." Rossi put his arms around him and said softly with a sigh, "Aaron, even if you're not here, you can have a lot of better choices."