[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

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Clyde Easter was there waiting for her.

"Here's all the information you're going to put on the autopsy report. Here's the death certificate," Annabelle said as she stuffed him with everything she had on hand.

"Don't be in such a hurry, love." Even a British accent couldn't save Easter from being obnoxious, "Is this how you treat old friends?"

Pulling off the surgical gown, Annabelle snorted coldly, "You are not my friend, you are the mourning crow."

"What's the cause of death?" Easter raised his eyebrows and continued to read the report.

Looking back at the only exit of this corridor, Annabelle really didn't want to talk to him, "A wooden thorn flowed into the heart along the aorta."

"Ouch—" Easter's expression and tone were seriously inconsistent.

"Save this for the next time you're about to jump off a building and feign death." Annabelle took out her phone and pressed it twice, "There is still no suitable corpse, we have to leave the coffin. She is an agent, so I put the The weight of the body will be counted to you."

It was none of her business what was fortified inside.

At most, I feel sorry for the coffin bearer for three seconds.

Easter frowned, "So we can only hope that Doyle doesn't dig the grave?"

"Or you could put a little pressure on him and make sure he doesn't have time to do it." Annabelle continued to search the morgue on her phone, but with little hope.

"No matter what he's doing, Doyle's people will definitely continue to watch BAU." Easter suddenly raised his voice behind Anna, "So you all heard? Doyle is dangerous, you can't tell the other team members that she is still alive. "

WTF?

Annabelle's eyes were still on the phone, and she subconsciously turned around first.

Hotch and JJ were walking towards them on the other side of the corridor, and both looked over Easter to Annabelle.

The phone beeped fruitlessly.

This is really not ordinary embarrassment.

Even though Annabelle was still wearing a mask at the moment, she was pretty sure Hotch recognized her.

"Dr. Graham?"

Well, JJ recognized it too.

"Oh, I almost forgot that you're working for the FBI now." Easter's schadenfreude was a bit obvious, "You know each other?"

Dead nature does not change. Annabelle rolled her eyes forcefully, pulled off her mask and nodded to them.

In fact, Annabelle made up the story of visiting Hotch in violation of the confidentiality of the case.Fast in and out can be done quietly, and those smarts will automatically fill in the remaining details.

It's probably a goal now.

Sighing, Annabelle looked at Easter again, "There is no suitable corpse, start praying. Where are my things?"

"In the locker room over there." Easter compared a direction, "Are you sure you don't need someone to take you?"

"Taxi is enough." Annabelle walked around the two of them towards the locker room.

"Anna," Hotch said in a low voice, too close, "we'll talk when we get back."

"Okay." Annabelle answered simply.

Easter over there had a playful look on his face.

The Easter Bunny is still playing with eggs.

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The continuous noise of the eggbeater finally came to an end.

Annabelle would have liked to keep fighting so she wouldn't have to talk to Hotch, who was standing on the other side of the bar, but it was going to separate.

"Are you mad at me?" Annabelle put the meringue into the piping bag, a little pleased that Hotch was at least willing to stand so close.

"Do you work for the CIA?" Hotch looked down at her.

Answering one question with another, great.

"I don't know who I work for, someone will make sure the wrong people don't come to me. Fake death, finish college. I haven't done this in a while." Annabelle shrugged, "Easter came to me because I Did Prentiss' crash eight years ago so they don't have to start over and it's a little faster."

"That's why you've been avoiding personal contact with Prentiss before." Hotch frowned. "Anna, I'm angry about this because you could have told us to avoid going this far."

"The problem is I don't know. Easter acts like this, but I don't really have any details." Annabelle slammed the piping bag on the table, feeling angry. "I know Prentiss, but I don't know what her mission is. What, I don't know who she needs to run away from. Prentiss hasn't even met me, everything is remote and anonymous. Do you think she'll tell me what she's going to do? I didn't even know who Doyle was before the surgery."

Hotch closed his eyes. "Anna, I'm sorry. I didn't know about this, and I shouldn't blame you for it. It's just that—"

"It makes you feel very frustrated. As a leader, you can't protect your team members well, I know." Anna exhaled, picked up the piping bag and put it back together, "So what else is there besides this?"

"What do you mean?" Hotch looked at her.

"Anyway, you know Prentiss is alive." Annabelle squeezed out a flower shape on the tray. "There must be something else bothering you."

So Hotch came around from behind the bar and stood next to Annabelle, with a strange solemnity, "Haley is pregnant, four months."

The pattern of meringue was impartial, and Anna subconsciously asked, "Didn't Haley just get married—"

Four months?

How busy were you?

"Don't say it." Hotch got used to helplessness.

Glancing at him, Annabelle raised her eyebrows suspiciously, "Why are you telling me you're worrying about your ex-wife?"

Whether it is the topic or the subject of the conversation, it is hard to say.

"Because you always tell me," Hotch looked into her eyes, "how you're feeling right now, your past, everything. I figured you'd want to know about me, too."

It is true to say so, but for Annabelle who has never been in a long-term relationship, the current situation is like showing calculus to elementary school students.

This question is seriously over the top.

"I don't know. The problem is maybe you won't understand if you tell me." Anna turned and put the tray in the oven.

"Anna, tell me it's wrong to do this?" Hotch stood in front of her, eyes begging.

Sighing, Annabelle touched his arm reassuringly, "Of course not. I'm just new to these things. And you're the best date I've ever met, and I really don't want to screw this up."

"No." Hotch ran his thumb over her cheekbones. "You're fine."

Annabelle couldn't help laughing a little, "Well, I'm listening."

"Haley has been my best friend since high school. Even though our marriage didn't work out, I still cared about her well-being. Sometimes, those concerns brought on more mixed emotions than I could have imagined."

Lifting her eyes and thinking for a moment, Annabelle finally concluded, "So you still love her."

With a wry smile, Hotch ran his hand through Anna's hair, rubbing it on the back of her neck soothingly, "You're not angry now."

And that didn't stop you from pinching your neck like a cat.

"I think that's the complicated part," Annabelle said, raising her neck and narrowing her eyes a little. "Human emotions are hard to control and difficult to classify."

"You left out that important part."

"What is it?"

"I love you and want to be with you."

"Cunning." Anna couldn't help smiling and kissed him, then took a step back and started looking for something to make lime sauce, "What does Jack think about this?"

Hotch has that parental smile, "I think he's a little anxious."

The fruit knife landed on the cutting board and cut the lime in two, "Why?"

"About being a good brother, I guess."

"Only the best people ever worry that they're not doing enough. It's reasonable." Annabelle squeezed the lime with a smile. "So you want to talk to him?"

Taking a disapproving look at her lime, Hotch said, still relaxed, "I hope soon. Are you free this weekend?"

"Unfortunately no, I have an appointment with my own uncle." Annabelle grimaced at him, "but he's an entomologist and works at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. Maybe we can have a meaningful outing along the way." Kind of. Don't call out as long as our mission."

"How's your relationship with your uncle?" Hotch looked over Anna's shoulder to see what she was doing again.

"Used very good. He owned us at Chesap