[Criminal Minds] years before love

"Can we have a chat?" Watching the crowd walking out of the auditorium in twos and threes or alone, Hotch and Rossi stopped the host who started to pack up.

"Ah? Are you interested in my therapy group? I always feel that the current group therapy includes too few people..." The young man raised his head quite excitedly, changing his gentleness before, and his eyes were on Hotch paused, and seemed to be a little confused and asked, "Hey, are you a teacher at our school? Why do I think I've met you?"

"No." Hotch's eyes froze, and he answered blankly while taking out his ID, "FBI, I have a few questions for you."

"Ah? Wait, wait a minute, can I keep silent or something? No, I didn't do anything." The young man suddenly panicked, "I..."

"Relax, kid." Rossi said with a smile, "I'm sure you've heard about the case at school, and we believe it has nothing to do with you. Just wanted to know something - what's your name?"

"Andrew, but this, uh, I'm not very familiar with Mr. Rory, I didn't take his class." Andrew stammered.

"Has he been to your event?" Hotch moved the chair and motioned for him to sit down.

"The teachers don't seem to be very interested. I can understand that. Besides, Mr. Rory teaches history and has nothing to do with my activities." Andrew sat on the chair and looked up at him.

"Has he been here?" Hotch asked again.

Andrew avoided his eyes, "I organized this event to give my participants a more sense of security...I shouldn't disclose their information."

"Oh, so he was here." Hotch and Rossi nodded after looking at each other, and Andrew froze for a moment, looking at them stupidly.

"Andrew." Rossi put his hands on his shoulders and bent slightly, "We all know that Mr. Rory will not share any stories, and your relationship with him does not constitute a doctor and a patient. You should tell us, maybe this will help. Let's find whoever killed him."

"For the first time, I only posted leaflets in the school, and there were not as many people as there are today." Andrew looked at him for a while, lowered his head and said slowly, "That day, my activities happened to be in the classroom after Mrs. Rory's class. Here, I saw that there were not many people, so I asked him if he could stay and participate in my event. He...agreed. Is the killing of Teacher Rory related to that event?"

Rossi didn't answer his question, just asked, "What story were you guys telling that day?"

"I arranged for a friend of mine to tell him the story if no one provided it." Andrew seemed a little regretful. It’s the kind that is very timid to affect social activities.”

Hotch frowned. "What did Rory say about that?"

"Well, from the perspective of a teacher, Mr. Rory expressed that he could understand his fear after he disappeared, and encouraged him to be more cheerful. He also said that the teacher doesn't mind the children making mistakes, and criticized the strictness of the parents." Andrew recalled for a few seconds , "There's nothing special about the view. Mr. Rory doesn't study psychology, it's just the thoughts of ordinary people."

"Do you think anyone is very interested in Rory's opinion?"

"No." Andrew tried harder to recall for a while, but still shook his head.

Hotch opened the folder and handed over photos of the victims, "Have you seen them?"

Andrew's face became paler and paler, his hands began to shake, and finally he scattered the paper in his hands all over the floor, stood up and wanted to back up, and brought the chair to the ground, "I, I, I didn't do it!"

"Calm down, Andrew." Rossi held him down. "I said we're not suspecting you. Have you seen them?"

"Andrew, have they all participated in your activities?" Hotch bent down and rearranged the information, "If you want, I suggest we go to the police station to talk, and you should make a record."

Andrew nodded desperately, "I'll go. Me, I don't know why this happened, but I really didn't do it."