[Criminal Minds] years before love

Of course he didn't get to see Alex, not surprisingly.Even if he rushed to the church early in the morning and even revealed his FBI identity, he couldn't see Alex.The old priest with a gray beard repeatedly said that he must have remembered wrongly, there was no priest named Alex there, and took out photos of everyone to confirm to him.

What made Rossi sweat all over was that he really failed to find the "priest" who called himself Alex.

Rossi couldn't help but be suspicious of a man who clearly knew Hotch's past so well.

But time didn't allow him to stay any longer, and Hotch didn't ask him for help, but Gideon hinted that Hotch needed him when he just made it clear that he wanted them to calm down with each other.It just goes to show that Gideon really thought Hotch couldn't let go of killing the suspect.

In fact, Rossi was somewhat unexpected.

Hotch is not a novice. Before entering the FBI, he also worked in SWAT, and his marksmanship is excellent. Rossi could hardly imagine that he had never resorted to similar tactics.

Of course, for most ordinary policemen, even though they have been repeatedly taught to be ready to shoot at any time, they are likely to take lethal measures against criminals more than once, and they will still be hard to let go after each time they actually kill a suspect with their own hands.But Hotch shouldn't be dwelling on this point. He has experienced almost all functions of the entire law enforcement agency and has countless opportunities to return to the court.He never needs to face the most dangerous situation if he doesn't want to. Rossi didn't think he would suffer from having to shoot the killer.

But Rossi couldn't find him at Hotch's house, which was clean and tidy, with no signs of food or washing, and it was obvious that no one had been in it for several days.It wasn't terribly weird, he indulged, and Hotch was used to running away from bad moods in him, and without him, Hotch would fill himself with work.

It is standard practice for the police to provide psychological support and treatment to their own staff. Of course the FBI would have something like that, but obviously Rossi knew Hotch would never try.

It wasn't until Rossi found out that Hotch wasn't in the office that he became inexplicably anxious.

There was no way Gideon would send him out at this time.

Rossi suddenly realized that he couldn't guess where Hotch was - he knew that if he was there, Hotch would go to him, but he wasn't there and Hotch knew he wasn't.

Hotch never mentioned how he found relief and comfort after the injury in those days without him. Rossi felt that no matter from which angle to speculate, the answer would not be too reassuring.

After leaving a message to Hotch without hope, Rossi decided to go home, put down her luggage and get ready before searching.Of course he knew of plenty of nightly entertainment places to unwind, but he still just hoped Hotch wasn't in any of them.

He drove along the quiet street and saw his home in the distance.

The lights seem to be on.

Rossi was a little nervous, for a moment he couldn't remember if he turned off the lights when he went out, or was someone breaking in?Or is Hotch really there?

Then he saw a familiar car parked in the parking space.

Yes, Hotch is here.

Rossi jumped out of the car quickly and rushed to open the door. The living room smelled strongly of alcohol, and there were bottles and glasses on the table, as well as a gun, but Hotch was sitting in front of the sofa, at least looking sober.

The moment he saw Hotch, Rossi almost felt dizzy, he barely held the door for a while, and then walked over, "Aaron."

Hotch looked up at him.

Rossi knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

Hotch didn't move, but Rossi could feel his tense muscles relax, and he closed his eyes and sighed, "Honestly, not good. But... it's weird, I saw you come in, just saw you... . . . and everything is fine.”

"Me too." Rossi sat down next to him, pouring the remaining half of his glass into his mouth.

"You too?"

"You didn't reply to my message, I went to your house, and BAU, you were not there. I was worried."

"I don't want to interrupt your vacation."

"Aaron, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have investigated you." Rossi squeezed his hand. "I swear I won't tell anyone."

"This isn't a court, you don't need to swear." Hotch wasn't really angry, he just leaned over wearily, "I guess you didn't find much."

"Not much." Rossi put his arm around his shoulders, "but enough."