[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

Kuang, "Considering the time of the rain and the amount of precipitation per hour, I think I should be there soon."

"Anna," Hotch lowered his voice slightly, "you shouldn't be going out alone."

Is there anyone else who wants to be outside in this damn weather?

Even Anna herself didn't want to, if she didn't wait a little longer, she might not be able to find her arm.

"I got a police officer to drive with me." Adding lightly, Annabelle pulled her rain hat down, "So just work and don't keep calling—ah, I see."

Then Hotch heard the sound of water splashing and trotting.

"You will like this." After thinking about it, Annabelle corrected again, "It's not that you will like the stump, it's just a clue. Well, I need two hands to collect evidence, see you at the police station."

Sometimes there is nothing better than busy work in this world, which can make people temporarily forget many things.

Walking into the BAU's temporary conference room, Annabelle took a dry towel and wiped her hair, "I sent the arm to the forensic room. It will take a little time for DNA matching, but both me and the forensic doctor think it comes from today's corpse."

It would be too miserable to have another body missing an arm.

"Is there that circular mark on it too?" Reid asked immediately.

"Same shape, same tool, but the stitching went wrong at the joint."

So washed away by the rain.

The process is filled with all the qualities of a comedic horror film.

Just as she was talking, Annabelle stopped wiping her hair and looked away, "AgentHotchner, is there anything on me?"

otherwise what are you looking at

"Nothing." Hotch replied simply, closing the folder in front of him, and turned to look at Reid, "Reid, go check the stumps and marks."

"Then I'll leave the rest of the work to you." Annabelle nodded and retreated from the conference room.

Hotch knocked on Annabelle's hotel room after midnight.

"Did it wake you up?" Hotch put his hand on Annabelle's face to test the temperature, "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Annabelle rubbed against his palm sleepily, "I'm fine." Then grabbed him just as Hotch was about to pull away, "Come in and lie down."

If you're already awake, stop tossing and tossing.

"Tired?" Annabelle was somewhat surprised by Hotch's acceptance and the fact that he was stuck in bed with her.

It was a bit chilly after a day of rain, and it was warm here.

Half lying on the head of the bed, Hotch gently stroked Anna's hair, "I'm so tired."

So can't sleep. Annabelle understood in seconds.

"Did I be too impatient with you on the phone today?" Anna raised her neck and approached him softly, yawning.

"No." Hotch wiped some physical tears from the corners of Annabelle's eyes, "You're just doing your job, being yourself."

What's more, both of them are like this.

Blinking vaguely, Annabelle was a little confused, "So that's not why you stared at me so much at the police station?"

This kind of look is not conducive to her concentrating on her work at all.

Hotch smiled at Anna, with a look of tenderness in his eyes, "I just suddenly remembered that half of the blood fingerprint was not the first case we worked on together."

Annabelle tilted her head, looking tired, "Not the first one, of course. Our team had been in charge of the BAU's chain of evidence for several years before that. I just don't appear in the report, and the FBI doesn't like too many people knowing what I can do. "

Rather than being momentarily distracted by curiosity, Hotch's question seemed to just go with the flow, "So you always knew who I was?"

Annabelle lay on the pillow shaking her head, messing her hair back up. "I just did a surprise investigation in the apartment before throwing the evidence at you."

"Okay." Hotch gave in indulgently. "I think I saw you at a crime scene earlier."

That's not really a clue.

Yawning again, Annabelle couldn't help rubbing her eyes, "Which one?"

"I think you were dating an Italian guy at the time," Hotch replied irrelevantly. "He liked your eyes."

what?

With a sleepy brain scrambling, Annabelle looked at him with wide, leaden eyes.

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The woods looked peaceful away from the road.The branches and leaves above the head can't block too much sunlight, and the soil under the feet is moist and soft, allowing many shrubs to cover the ground.

These are just the stage background of a long tragedy.

"Maybe we'll be lucky today." Annabelle looked at the undulating terrain around her, and unfolded the map in her hand.

If only she could figure out where they were standing.

Not far away, local police detectives are leading Hotch up the hillside, "We need the help of the FBI very much, and the manpower is too small for the area."

"That's exactly what we're here for." Hotch nodded and followed.

The blind Jason looked at Annabelle boredly, "Are you dating that Italian detective from the Florence Police Department?"

"What the hell?" Annabelle glanced at him puzzled, and started to climb up a nearby stone that was higher than the ground under their feet to get a better look.

Jason crossed his arms and looked up at Annabelle, "I just heard him say yesterday that your eyes are as beautiful as the sky before the storm."

"That's weird," Annabelle didn't hear him at all, and looked down at the map again, "If the map is correct, the lake where the escaped victim was hiding should be right where I am standing." She said, taking two steps back , "But it's all grass."

"It's strange that this is considered a compliment. Isn't the sky beautiful before the storm?" Jason said to himself, and couldn't help turning his head to glance at the police officer and Hotch who were walking to the other side.

There was a loud crash.

Everyone looked over.

"Oh oh oh," Jason suddenly responded, "Anna!"

Before the other people left, there was another sound of rushing water in the lake.

Annabelle stood on the edge of the pool and got out of the water, rolled her eyes and climbed to the shore neatly, "It seems that we have found the lake, and there are still traces left by the victim."

Jumping off the stone to take the dry towel, Annabelle wiped her hair and raised her chin to Jason, "That side, let's go."

After confirming that their forensic officer was alive and kicking as if he hadn't fallen, Hotch turned his head and continued talking to the detective.

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That case turned out pretty well.

Annabelle snorted twice, "I didn't date that guy from Florence. I just had a case to ask and brought him dinner in return."

"Lector's case?" Hotch asked in an understanding whisper.

"Finally yes." Annabelle yawned, "But it's too long to talk about. Go to bed first, you have to wake up early tomorrow."

Chapter 17

"Triathlon?" Annabelle stepped into her heels and put on her earrings in front of the mirror. "I can understand you coaching Jack's football team. Triathlons are too—"

Too much force?

"As you said, I'm enriching my spare time." Hotch adjusted the collar of her windbreaker from behind, "Are you going to participate?"

"Still thinking about it. I just ran the whole cross country with the cadets yesterday." Annabelle looked back at Hotch, raised her head to show him the dark circles under her eyes, "and I think I'm going to evolve if I stay up late. You know I Did you dream of a stag as big as a room yesterday? He licked the palm of my hand."

"I can tell you're irritable, more talkative than usual in the morning." Hotch kissed her on the cheek. "Trying to get home early today?"

"You too." Annabelle turned her head and kissed him.

The two of them hurried down the stairs at the entrance of the apartment building together, and found a person half curled up on his side in the parking lot.

A woman dressed in low-key luxury.

Know that Annabelle rarely uses such strange adjectives.

"Ma'am, ma'am, can you hear me?" Annabelle knelt in front of her, lifting her face slightly to check for vital signs.

Hotch calls 911 behind her back, giving any information Annabelle can find out.

"I think someone drugged her, but it's wearing off, the reaction—" Annabelle observed, then stopped short.

"What's wrong?" Hotch immediately crouched down beside her.

Annabelle's expression turned weird, "Aaron, I think it's Clarice Starling, and she just gave me a tongue."

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