[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

,” Hotch doesn’t often knock on the door early in the morning on weekends.

Annabelle put the piping bag aside and opened the door, "Hey, I thought you—" Her eyes fell on the little boy Hotch was holding.

Be with your son.

"Good morning, young man." Annabelle smiled and waved to Jack before looking at Hotch. "A case?"

Nodding, Hotch finally showed a little helplessness about his working hours again, "Haley won't be able to pick up Jack until the afternoon, I want to see if you can take care of him for a while."

"Of course, I have nothing to do today." Annabelle nodded, and opened the door wider to let Jack in. "Are there any special precautions? Allergies or something?"

Shaking his head affirmatively, Hotch leaned over and kissed them both, before smiling, "Have fun, you two."

Your confidence is too much.

Jack waved goodbye to his dad obediently.

"Be careful." Anna waved to Hotch with a half helpless smile.

"Well—" Annabelle knelt down behind the closed door and looked at Jack at eye level, "Do you have anything to do yourself?"

"No, Dad said we want to play together." Jack shook his head with a soft voice.

Tilting her head, Annabelle probably thought about it, "Well, when I finish this cake, we can chat first. Then we can find something to play with, how about it?"

Jack nodded. Annabelle found a high chair with arms and sat him down by the bar.So she could watch him while decorating the cake on the tabletop.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Annabelle wasn't too stressed about this kind of conversation.

Anyway, she has a low smile.

Jack lay on the table, craned his neck to look at her cake, "Will you marry my dad?"

The flowers poked a hole in the cake.

Pursing her lips, Annabelle took a cake scraper to scrape off the spoiled buttercream, then handed it to Jack, "Do you want to eat?"

Nodding, he took the soft spatula and started eating, Jack still looked at her with that questioning look.

"Well, Aaron and I probably haven't reached that point yet." Annabelle resumed framing and calmed down, "How did you think of this?"

Jack handed her the spatula back, "Mommy is getting married to Uncle Billy, and she said daddy will eventually be too."

Uh- Annabelle tried to recall if Hotch had told her about it.to no avail.

"That's right, it's just that he probably needs more time." Annabelle shrugged and looked at Jack curiously, "Have these things about grown-ups ever confused you?"

"A little bit." Jack propped himself on the chair and swayed his legs back and forth, "After living with Dad, Mom looks unhappy, but she doesn't seem to be unhappy."

Annabelle raised her eyebrows, "That does sound confusing."

"Do you think so too?" Jack's eyes widened.

Smiling and nodding, Annabelle agreed, "This whole marriage and divorce thing is super confusing to me. It wasn't like that at all when I was a kid."

Jack showed a serious face, "What's that like?"

"Well——" Anna bent down and dug out a jar of jam from the cabinet, "When I was a child, I used to spend all day outdoors. The beach and the woods were more fun than at home. When I was at home, I almost never saw My parents never talked to each other. They were never even in the same room, let alone fight."

"My parents weren't like this before, and my friend's parents weren't like this either." Jack snapped his fingers and gave her an example, very involved in the conversation.

"I found out later that it was weird. Everything seemed fine back then. They loved me and my brother. We had lots of dogs. I was never alone in the house." Annabelle leaned over the bar Putting the finishing touches on the cake, "I guess different people have different ways of getting along, but which is which?"

"That sounds difficult." Jack fiddled with her used piping bag, frowning.

"Don't frown like your father, it's not there yet." Anna reached out and tapped the center of Jack's eyebrows, and turned the cake, "Fortunately, it's much easier to make a cake. Put it in the refrigerator In a few hours, it's perfect."

"Yeah." Jack squinted at her and smiled.

Closing the refrigerator door, Annabelle winked at Jack, "Now we can have some fun. Unlike the lab, I don't have much here, but I can still do something."

Things like white glue, water and borax.

"Cool." Jack squeezed the lump in his hand into various shapes, excited, "How could this be?"

Annabelle tried her best to explain, the college courses probably weren't all in the back of her mind yet.

Jack didn't seem to fully understand.

It's strange to understand.

But not too bothered by this, Jack kneaded the dyed polymer again, "Dad said it's okay if you don't understand something. I think he can help you figure out what to do."

Looking at him with her chin propped, Annabelle laughed, "Will you help me too?"

Jack nodded to her seriously, "Yes."

"That's great, thank you."

Haley had arrived much earlier than Hotch had said.

Annabelle recognized her as soon as she opened the door, as if all her imagination had condensed into reality, "Jack is taking a nap in my room, you can go and wake him up."

"It's okay, I thought maybe we could talk first."

do not.

She's really not very good at socializing things, especially the awkward social relationship between girlfriend and ex-wife.

In Pride and Prejudice, maybe not everyone can talk, but at least everyone can eat.So Annabelle cut a piece of cake for Haley.

This sounds very hopeless.

"You are very different from what I imagined." Haley's eyes fell on the cake, and the half-made model keel that Anna made on the cabinet.

Five-dimensional creatures are obviously beyond the scope of human imagination.

Annabelle restrained her shrugging, and elegantly and neatly cut off a corner of her cake, "The FBI will hire all kinds of people. I didn't expect such a development myself."

"So can you understand? When he leaves like today."

To be honest, another reason Annabelle doesn't like empathy is that sometimes she just can't speak well.She got the sense that not everyone could take her bloody way of talking.

"Sometimes I disappear for weeks without any prior notice. It's hard to blame others when I've gone too far myself." Annabelle said calmly, "We all make choices. We all have consequences .”

Taking a step back, at least they are still alive now.

This is already good.

Chapter 14

"What's wrong with BAU? The evidence I uploaded today has not been accepted yet." Jason tapped on the keyboard impatiently and turned around from his office chair.

Closing the folder she read three times, Annabelle decided it was a bad idea to be here at this moment, "Maybe they took Garcia off to the middle of nowhere to pick up phone lines again. Be patient. I'm sure you have something else to do Can do."

"But right now there's nothing." Jason was a teenager when he was cranky.

There are indications that something happened to BAU, but Annabelle still can't see the final truth.

In the silence, Annabelle's cell phone rang suddenly.The screen showed an untraceable number.

Very familiar routine.

"There's a job for you, right now. Boston General Hospital, someone's downstairs to pick you up."

A little familiar accent.

"Okay." Annabelle looked out the window into the darkness, hung up the phone and knocked on Jason's desk, "I'm leaving."

Jason was not surprised, "Do you want me to ask you for leave?"

They shouldn't be at work in the middle of the night, okay?

Rolling her eyes, Anna put on her coat and ran out.

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boston general hospital

"drop--"

The vital sign monitor was declared zero after the six-hour surgery.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Annabelle wrote down the time of death under the guise of a surgical gown and mask, and signed the death certificate.

It would be too noticeable to go to the chief surgeon.

What's more she doesn't want to talk to other people.

The person on the operating table was covered with a white cloth and pushed out. Annabelle couldn't help but glanced at this person she was actually very familiar with from behind the mask.

The fluctuation of breathing under the white cloth was terribly obvious.

Silently adjusted the piece of cloth and then left the crowd, Annabelle turned out from the other side of the corridor