[CM] THE CASE

Sympathy is the highest of all moral virtues. - bacon

When Reid was pouring coffee from a coffee mug with his name on it, a young Asian detective caught his attention.The man stood in front of the BAU's glass door, holding a cardboard box.The brown box covered half of his face, only revealing a pair of black eyes.The index finger of his right hand kept rubbing against the cardboard box, with his toes pointing out.This is a typical restless gesture, which means that the person is hesitating, even afraid.

"It's a new face," Reid thought as he went over his memory carefully, "at least I haven't met him."

A strange agent, carrying a cardboard box used to store his personal belongings, stood at the door of a department for 3 minutes and 41 seconds, which made Reid curious.In connection with what Hotch announced about the newcomers in the morning, Reid finally chose to go to the glass door.

When Griffith was still struggling to get in, the door in front of him was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and then a tall, thin boy poked his head out.This made him almost throw the box in his hand.

"Hello. How can I help you?" Reid asked politely.

"Oh, I think so... hello, my name is Foster Griffith," Griffith replied awkwardly, "I'm, um, transferred from the Forensic Department to BAU."

Reid noticed that the rubbing speed of the fingers of the opposite person increased, and then stopped this small movement as if realizing something.But as an excellent profiler, Reid immediately came to the conclusion that "the other party is nervous".Reid, who was not good at communication, was made less nervous by Griffith's nervousness.However, he did not get a chance to introduce himself.

"Good afternoon, guys." Jareau interrupted their conversation, coming from behind Griffith.The blond beauty turned to Griffith naturally, and gave him a professional smile: "Hi, are you Foster Griffith? I'm Jennifer Jareau, BAU's liaison officer, nice to meet you. You can call me JJ."

"Oh, nice to meet you too." Griffith smiled at her as well.

Jareau nodded: "Come on, let me introduce you to the other members of the group and your location. But we have to hurry, because there is a case. This is Dr. Spercer Reid." She motioned Griffith to look at Reid, and then The reader gave a shy and friendly smile.

"Okay, boys. Why don't we go in? Go get the coffee, Reid, don't add too much sugar," Jareau told Reid.Amid the complaints of Dr. Genius, the BAU liaison officer brought the newcomer who had hesitated for a long time into his future work place.

Garcia was sitting at Morgan's desk facing the door, the first person Griffith saw.The slightly chubby hacker queen cupped her face: "Oh God! Look at our new guy! He's so handsome!"

It made Griffith's urge to leave even stronger.

Morgan turned around on the swivel chair and saw Griffith with nervousness written all over his face.The black detective raised his eyebrows, hiding his doubts well: "Hi, I'm Derek Morgan, and this is Penelope Garcia."

"Hello," Griffith said with the same prim expression, "My name is Foster Griffith."

"He joined the BAU starting today." Jareau continued, "The table opposite Morgan will belong to you in a while, the one next to you is Reid's, and the one opposite Reid is Agent Elle Greenaway. She is recuperating at home due to a gunshot wound."

Griffith nodded slightly.

Morgan said, "Welcome." His eyes rested on the document in Jareau's hand for a few seconds, and he smiled inexplicably.

Jareau told Griffith to put his case on the table, and followed her to greet their superiors.

"This office belongs to Aaron Hotchner, he is our leader." Jareau introduced, "The next door belongs to Jason Gideon, I think you should know him."

"Yes, I have heard his lectures, and his book is also in our textbooks." Griffith said.He was less nervous when it came to what he knew.

"OK, then my office is over there, you can come to me anytime." Jareau pointed to the other side of the second floor, "Now, let's go in. Hotch is a bit serious, but he is very nice. You... really don't need Too nervous."

Griffith could only quietly lick the corner of his clothes.

Jareau knocked on the door twice and heard a low "I love you too" followed by a loud "Come in".So she turned the doorknob, taking time to give Griffith a reassuring smile.

"Hotch, this is the newcomer, Foster Griffith. Griffith, this is Aaron Hotchner." Jareau briefly introduced the two parties.

"Hello, Griffith." Hotch extended his right hand to shake the hand of his new subordinate, "You can call me Hotch, welcome to BAU."

"Hello," Griffith replied curtly.

Their hands just shook lightly and then let go.

"Now, sir," Jareau said gravely, "we have a case."

Griffith left the office knowingly, closed the door behind him, and almost ran into someone behind him.

"Ooh, watch out!" Gideon had to take a step back to prevent the coffee from spilling, "New guy?"

"Yes, I, my name is Foster Griffith." Facing the sharp eyes of the older detective, Griffith became even more nervous.

"Jason Gideon," Geideon nodded slightly, "you are welcome."

Then he went into his office.

Griffith breathed a sigh of relief and went back to his seat to pack his things.He doesn't have many things, and the stationery is also very common, so the so-called tidying up has nothing to do with it.

Garcia went back to her computer room, while Morgan sat in front of his office and watched the newcomer pack up: "Hey, Griffith, you're out of luck, you have a case on your first day."

"Isn't that good?" Griffith said casually, and then felt that something wasn't quite right. "I'm not saying it's good to have a case, I mean, so I can better integrate into this...team?" His tone was full of dissatisfaction. Confirmed, and kept looking at Morgan while speaking, as if studying the appropriateness of his words from the other party's reaction.

Morgan glanced at Reid, and was not surprised to find that the young doctor leaned forward slightly, with a look of joy on his face that was similar to finding the same kind - you know, there are too few young people who are not sociable these days.

Reid began to ask his new colleagues: "You said you were transferred from the forensic department, so may I know the reason?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know why," Griffith said. "I just got a notice, and this cardboard box..."

Morgan frowned deeply: "No reason?"

"Yes, but I have a doctorate in criminal psychology, and I think I might be able to do my new job."

Their chat didn't continue, because Hotch's voice suddenly came from the second floor: "Everyone pay attention, the conference room will be assembled in 5 minutes, there is a case."

"In Los Angeles, there were three bombings in one month." Jareau distributed the information to colleagues. "Every time the victim was a family. According to the only survivor, the bomb was placed in a gift box. Because It was the child's birthday, so they didn't think much of it. When they opened the box—" The blond liaison officer pursed his lips and didn't continue.

Hotch frowned: "Birthday?"

"Yes, this is the only common denominator known so far."

"The unknown person must know these families well." Gideon said, "Garcia, have you checked their social relations?"

Garcia nodded: "Checking, sir."

"As soon as possible."

"Yes, sir."

Griffith looks at pictures of the last victim's family.The blond girl smiled happily, her mother hugged her shoulders affectionately, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were full of happiness when she smiled.

He had seen many cold corpses in the dissecting room, some were beautiful, some were mutilated, and they all carried a soul.To him there was nothing to fear in dead bodies, nothing to be sad about.What he has to do is to find evidence on these lifeless bodies, to find justice for the injuries they have suffered.However, he had not seen what the victim looked like when he was alive.

Now that he saw it, he couldn't stop feeling uncomfortable.

BAU has many special benefits, such as a comfortable and fast private plane.These perks may also explain BAU's low wages.

Griffith was the last one to get on the plane. Fortunately, the notice before the transfer indicated that he should prepare luggage that can be taken at any time, otherwise he would definitely waste more time. Griffith picked a seat that would keep him from breaking away from the team and not getting too close to others.Witnessing this, Gideon smiled at Griffith as he looked over, and the young agent seemed flattered.

"The newcomer's upbringing is good." Gideon thought a little appreciatively, "He has a straight back, and his tone is gentle even when he's nervous."

"Okay, everyone, sit down and fasten your seat belts." Jareau entered the cabin, "It's time for us to take off."

Everyone in the BAU was accustomed to the adverse reactions caused by take-off, and the only Griffith who was not used to it got the chewing gum kindly provided by Jareau.Afterwards, Jareau distributed the new information obtained from LA to the team members.

"Garcia," Hotch opened his laptop to call their technical analyst, "did you find their social relationship in detail?"

"I found it, but it has nothing to do with it." Garcia shook her weirdly shaped pen. "Work, school, interest classes, community... nothing."

"Keep looking, there must be something between them."

Reid added: "Focus on the child, since the unknown person delivered the bomb on the child's birthday."

"I see." Garcia cut off the connection and continued to sift through the massive amount of information.

In Morgan's hand is the child's list of awards.He couldn't help feeling: "These children are excellent. Look at these awards, the first prize in the piano competition, the second prize in the dance competition, and the best opera performance award - they are only eleven or twelve years old!"

"It's normal," Jareau said. "Their parents are highly educated, and they may be stricter with their children."

Griffith was holding some winning photos, and something amiss caught his attention.He looked up and asked Jareau, who was holding some other winning photos, to give them all.

Gideon asked, "Griffith, what did you find?"

Griffith, who was called suddenly, raised his head and noticed with horror that everyone was looking at him. This scene was the same as when he was called up by the teacher to answer questions in front of the whole class during class.The association made Griffith pale a little.

"Relax, man." Morgan relieved him just in time, "Tell me?"

Griffith's pale face didn't improve because of Morgan's reassurance, but he still gave the handsome black guy a grateful look.He forced himself to lower his head and focus on the photo instead of everyone staring at him: "First of all, these kids are really good, but kids don't like these... honors." It seemed that he had entered the state, his voice was not Shake again. Griffith put a few photos on the small table: "Look at these photos, their smiles are too stiff, and they are as far away from their parents as possible."

"Children don't like their parents, they don't like these honors. They are under too much pressure and they are not happy." Gideon rubbed his forehead, "So the unknown figure relieved them."

Morgan continued: "So it's on the birthday, it's a gift."