[Criminal Minds] years before love

Rossi's thoughts were suddenly pulled back the moment Alex's hand touched him. It was not the usual comfort. The other's fingers gently pinched his shoulder with a little skill. Even through the clothes, he would never make a mistake The meaning behind this behavior.

He could hardly believe that he was being seduced by a priest in a church for seemingly no reason. Of course, Rossi knew that the clergy did not represent abstinence, and he had handled many related cases, peeling off their masks more than once and pointing directly at the sins in their hearts.But at least for now, he seemed to have no reason to be suspicious, although he was sure he hadn't conveyed any hints to the priest who called himself Alex.

Although, if he was younger, he probably wouldn't really mind if something happened.

But at this moment, Rossi didn't have such thoughts at all, he just raised his hand to pull the other person away from him, and took a step back.

Alex didn't seem to be forcing it. Although he seemed a little regretful, he still obediently opened the distance between the two, and returned to the candlestick, "I'm sorry that you don't seem to need... comfort, child."

"I'm not your child." Rossi immediately frowned and stared at him.

"You know I'm referring to the Lord's child." Alex reached out and crossed himself before giving him a warm smile.

"It's not appeasement." Rossi shook his head. Strictly speaking, the other party was just a test. He had no interest in delving into it, let alone discussing whether his beliefs were still firm. He sighed, "I'm a little curious—you How can people stay in this kind of residential town where there will never be too many foreigners, or is there any secret in this town that I should know?"

"No, there isn't." Alex continued to stare at him without hesitation, "I'm curious too. You didn't come here because you missed Mr. Hotchner, and you certainly didn't come here to find friends."

"Are you always this curious?"

"You popped up in town claiming to be visiting a long-dead friend. Shouldn't I be curious?"

"You're not a policeman." Rossi shook his head, "and priests don't need curiosity."

Alex's eyes fell to the ground, and for a moment his fingers seemed to touch the dripping wax, but he didn't flinch, just said, "But I guess-you are."

"If I were, would you have something to say?" Rossi didn't miss his move.

Still staring at the ground, Alex said softly, "It doesn't make sense, very few criminals really take their anger out on judges, the police, witnesses, and even prosecutors are more worth targeting than judges to them... Besides, as far as I know It is known that Mr. Hotchner died of a heart accident and there should be no doubts about it."

"It sounds like you know this guy better than you let on."

"No, Mr. Hotchner and I...have never met."

"Really." Rossi smiled, obviously not convinced.

Alex was silent for a moment, then spoke again, "You are indeed not his friend. What exactly do you want to know?"

"I told you, his boy."

"Sean? I don't think he'd ever know someone like you." Alex snorted. "Sean's a good boy."

"Someone like me?" Rossi frowned. "It seems like you've only seen me for less than two hours."

"I just wanted to say that there was no reason for him to be targeted by the police."

"His other child."

"I also said that Hotchner doesn't have another child." Alex's voice suddenly became cold. "And I think you should go."

Rossi quickly came to a conclusion, and he stepped forward, "You know Aaron."

"Who?"

Rossi only felt the wind suddenly sounded outside the church, and before he had time to think about it, his hand was already on the gun at his side, "Aaron Hotchner, Judge Hotchner's son."

"Why investigate him?"

Of course, Rossi can make up countless reasons in an instant, and the person in front of him is completely untrustworthy, even extremely suspicious, but inexplicably, Rossi's instinct tells himself that this answer is very important.

And he told the truth: "Because I love him."

Alex chuckled, then extinguished the candles on the candlestick, and Rossi drew his gun without hesitation.

But the other party didn't move. In the darkness, Rossi could only hear his voice drifting away, "Agent Rossi, I guess Aaron never mentioned his mother to you."