[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

"Irritated would be a better word." Annabelle closed the door softly behind him. "It's been a long day. Then my pudding won't come out of the mould."

Hotch smiled at her, "Take your time."

Pressing her chest with a look of unrequited love, Annabelle shook her head at him.

Of course she wouldn't say Hotch had a good smile.

During this time, Hotch was basically familiar with Annabelle's desk.Otherwise he would knock on the door every hour or two.That's really annoying.

Back in the kitchen and struggling with her mold for a while, Annabelle suddenly realized something.

She'd never been annoyed by being stuck in a mold before.Appearance and delicacy are just insignificant little details. It's good to succeed, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't.

Unless she needs to make it for others to eat.

Annabelle has followed the same rhythm of life since she was 16, and any change would be alarming for her.

Much scarier than any serial killer could come his way.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath.There are two more victims left, just wait until after tonight.

The mold came off.

With a triumphant click, Annabelle put the pudding on a nice plate.

Since the last few cases took place while BAU was present, it passed quickly.

With all the files in place, Annabelle's most positive thought was that she could finally sleep.

"Are you okay?" Hotch rarely looked as sleepy and disoriented as she was.

"Of course, I didn't drive into any mentally disturbed criminal." Anna pulled the corner of her mouth and snorted coldly, "I'm just a person who can imagine a serial killer walking into my kitchen. I'm free every night without any Ordinary people who can maintain a relationship for more than three months. Is this a joke to you? Because I'm really good."

"Anna, I've never thought about it that way." Hotch's patient composure was almost obnoxious.

Taking a deep breath, Annabelle put away the dishes on the table and put them in the sink, stretching her fingers, "Sorry, never mind what I'm talking about. It's just been a long day. Remember to lock the door when you go out."

Eating and sleeping is the answer to all problems.

Chapter 8

Anna had been so troubled the night before that she forgot to draw the living room curtains. Hotch finally woke up in the gray light that filled the room.Pushing away the blanket that was covering him at some point, he sat up from the sofa and looked around.

The smell of food came from the kitchen amidst clanking clang clanging.

"I do remember where the door was pointed to you. Or did the car accident finally give you a concussion?" Annabelle came out from behind the kitchen counter with two plates, blank expression, "Pancakes?"

Hotch naturally sat down at the table, taking the plate from Annabelle's hand, "I just wanted to leave before you knew it. You put a blanket on me?"

Without it, it flew by itself.

If she is not thirsty in the middle of the night, is someone going to sleep until she catches a cold?

Sleeping on the sofa is not afraid of getting up early in the morning with back pain.

Do you think other people can't tell that you've slept in your shirt all night?

Didn't know what happened.

"I know I have a problem with abandonment." Anna poured a little maple syrup on her pancake, cut off a piece and put it in her mouth, "Woke up and suddenly found that I have nothing or something."

She glanced up at Hotch before continuing, "But I don't believe professionals should solve problems the way you do."

Hotch was about to say something when the phone rang in the pocket of his suit, which he had put aside.

Smiling to herself, Annabelle could foresee every word that came next.

"it is good."

"it is good."

"I'll be there soon."

With a faint sigh of relief, Annabelle urged Hotch to leave with her eyes.

Five-dimensional creatures have always been bad at talking to four-dimensional creatures.

"You're right," Hotch said, pulling on his blazer. "That's not how professionals deal with abandonment."

Annabelle, who hadn't reacted yet, stared at him as he walked out.

She seems to be getting a little too much approval lately.

Annabelle's leaden eyes rolled and fell on the plate of pancakes in front of her.

Finally she couldn't help laughing.

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The world is always inexplicable.Even five-dimensional beings don't always know what to do and when.

She is continuing to discover that profilers are as unscientific a species as ever.

"The computer transmission of the evidence has not been resumed, can you bring it upstairs for us?" Garcia called Annabelle.

Adding up to a week, Annabelle can't squat in the office for a few hours. This girl is very good at catching people every time.

"Okay." Annabelle sorted out all the forensic materials of the case in hand while answering.

Putting things in Garcia's office, Annabelle came out and glanced at Hotch's office.

He is still busy.

well.

"Guys, a word?" Annabelle knocked on Reid's desk.

All the BAU members who pretended to be busy immediately looked at her innocently.

Your acting skills can be a little more exaggerated.

"You guys do know that whatever the outcome of this 'background check', Hotch won't change anything, right?" Annabelle raised her eyebrows at them, her hands resting on the table.

"So what's there to change?" Morgan asked her lazily, sitting on his desk.

Annabelle glanced at Hotch's office again, "Honestly? I don't know either." She looked away with a relaxed expression, "But even if it doesn't work, doesn't Hotch still have you and his dear job?"

"So what else do you have?" Rossi asked after she had almost turned around.

"I still have the whole of Achanan." Annabelle shrugged as she turned back sideways.

"The Achananians are extinct." Reid pointed out blankly.

"You know too much, Kid." Annabelle rolled her eyes inwardly, and straightened her short black jacket, "Okay, remember to tell Garcia that she can fix that little problem, I'm going on vacation tomorrow .”

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It was difficult for Annabelle to see Hotch after the vacation started, and then she found a new clue in the old file, and she chased it all day and night.

In short, Annabelle felt her life was on the verge of losing balance.So she almost thanked God when she received an urgent call from the supervisor today.

Just as she sat in the driver's seat and was about to start the car, Annabelle noticed a strange car driving into the opposite parking space.

That profile was familiar, and she stopped holding the car keys.

Some kind of sudden premonition made Annabelle lower her head when the other party looked over, and began to frantically search for things in her satchel.

Raising her head again to observe the back of the other party, Annabelle suddenly had a very strange feeling.It's as if all her imagination has been highlighted in reality, becoming a tangible existence that can be grasped.

Getting out of the car, Annabelle let go of her ponytail and brushed her hair out, and started running back into the apartment building.Pretending to be in a hurry to find something in her bag, Annabelle hurriedly walked to the door of her apartment.

Annabelle finally took out the key from her bag, breathed a long sigh of relief, and briefly struck up a conversation with the person who was staying at the opposite door as if she had just noticed him, "Are you looking for Mr. Hotchner? I don't think he's here right now. "

"Uh," the other party looked over from behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses, with a sickly and harmless expression, "but he made an appointment for on-site maintenance today."

"Maybe I got stuck on business." Annabelle lowered her head and turned the key, while picking up a strand of curly hair that fell from her ear, and asked without looking back, "Do you need me to leave a message for you?"

For various reasons, Annabelle never learned how to define beauty in the usual sense, but she knew she was young enough.

Young enough to interest the Boston Ripper.

The man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "No. I'll wait a little longer."

"Hmm." The door had already opened, and Annabelle responded casually and entered her apartment.

The apartment was clean and tidy, and Annabelle hadn't left anything behind.Pursing her lips and thinking for a while, she covered all the file boxes by the wall.

There was never any reason.They're just struggling to be the best they can be in this chaotic world.

The door slammed, and Annabelle closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then quickly walked over and opened the door.

"I think I'd better leave a message