[Criminal Minds] years before love

Hotch gritted his teeth. At this time, probably the last thing he needed was thinking—his body instinct replaced his brain. After a pause of less than a second, Hotch popped the safety and rolled out of the hiding place.

The two gunshots almost coincided, and the bullet grazed Hotch's cheek, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling from the kitchen.

Hotch didn't have time to catch his breath, and bounced up quickly, with the gun pointed at the kitchen all the time.And there was no movement inside after that burst of noise, and the whole room was terribly quiet in an instant.

Gideon's gun was also already in hand.

The two leaned towards the kitchen on guard, and by the flashlight they could see the people inside fell to the ground, the fragments of chairs and wine bottles were scattered all over the ground, they were shot in the head, and the gun fell aside. Hotch immediately stepped forward and kicked the gun away, the people on the ground still didn't move, Gideon reached out and turned on the light.

SSG3000 and two scattered shell casings.

Gideon stared at the bullet hole in the head of the unidentified man on the ground, and heaved a sigh of relief, "We need to inform our colleagues and the doctor."

Hotch cautiously reached out and probed the man's neck, shaking his head, "No pulse or breathing."

"Be careful and leave him alone." Gideon pulled him back, "I'll make the call."

Hotch nodded, followed him to the living room, and watched him call the police for backup.

"They'll be here soon." Gideon put down the microphone, "They also have important new discoveries, but the situation here is urgent, so I'll come over first and talk about it later."

Hotch pursed his lips and sighed.

Gideon walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, "It was my fault, I should have thought. As a regular type of serial killer, if this was one of his crime scenes, he'd certainly come back here. "

"Why here?" Hotch frowned. "If because of any hatred, he wanted revenge on Sullivan, he obviously has achieved his goal, and being here anyway may attract attention. We thought his desire was for those who Victim's?"

"Maybe Sullivan will know." Gideon shook his head and said he couldn't explain it.

"All I can say is, hope he's the real murderer." Hotch glanced at the kitchen, sighed again, and leaned against the cabinet. Looking away, Hotch explained, "He could be a serial killer with a precise and inhuman shot, and I can't risk giving him time to take aim."

"I see. Aaron?" Gideon stared at him over his shoulder. "Are you okay? He tried to shoot you twice, and it was the right thing to do—whether he's the one we're looking for or not."

"I know." Hotch seemed a little downcast.

Gideon looked at him for another moment, then realized suddenly, "Wait, Aaron, don't tell me you've never…"

"I don't need a hug." Hotch cut him off abruptly, straightening his back, almost glaring at him, "and I don't need counselling."

Gideon seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of sirens outside the door, and finally said, "I just wanted to say, thank you."

Then he stepped forward and opened the door, welcoming the heavily armed detectives outside.

Hotch was stunned, a little surprised that they were almost out in force, walked over and asked Gideon in a low voice, "What happened?"

"It's a serious dereliction of duty not to clean up the scene." Gideon also answered him in a low voice, "If any of us had an accident here, it would be a big problem."

The lead detective had not had time to greet them, and had already rushed into the room with several people.After a few minutes, they returned to the living room to confirm, "There is no suspicious person."

Then he entered the kitchen, stared at the corpse on the ground, and remained silent for a while.

Gideon stepped forward. "He wants to attack us."

The other party nodded, "This is Sullivan."

"what?"

"We retested the fingerprints and other evidence according to your request - matching the military data, the gun is indeed full of Sullivan's fingerprints, but the Sullivan on the military data is far from the one we detained. Even if you don't The information may be changed, but the height and other information are not so easy to deceive." He motioned for the doctor to come forward and check, and he backed out.

Hotch and Gideon exchanged glances and followed him, "If this is Sullivan, who did you capture?"

"At least, not the murderer of this serial murder."