[CM] THE CASE

The storm makes the roots of the trees take deeper. -- Dolly Parton

"Are you still busy?" Ethan asked, "You've been looking at your phone."

Reid put the phone back in his pocket, pretending nothing happened: "It's okay."

They met in Las Vegas and are great friends.However, due to various reasons, there is very little contact between the two.It's been a long time, but time has not left a gap between the two friends.

Ethan glanced at him, picked up the two glasses of cocktails given by the bartender, and handed him one: "So, do you want to ask a question?"

Reid was slightly surprised: "What's the problem?"

Ethan smiled: "Stop pretending, I'm here, we haven't talked in so many years, I think that's why you called me, just ask."

Reid licked his lips: "I want to know, why did you leave after only one day of training in the FBI?"

Ethan lowered his eyes: "Then, I guess you have found all the evidence and analyzed all the circumstances, what do you think?"

Reid blurted out without hesitation: "You were battling your own demons and didn't have time to analyze other people's hearts, so you chose to quit."

Ethan took a sip of his wine: "Yes, those days, I prefer Jack Daniel (the wine) to Jeff Dahmer (the murderer)."

Reid obviously didn't find the joke in this sentence.

Ethan pointed at him with the finger of the cup: "And in the end, both of them will make you very distressed."

Reid nodded thoughtfully.Just then, his cell phone rang. Reid quickly took out his mobile phone, only to find that it was Emily calling.

Ethan obviously saw it too: "What a hotline, huh?"

Reid gave him a weak smile.

"One more question for you, Ethan." Reid stared at his friend, "Have you ever regretted it?"

Ethan took another sip of his drink; he looked like a wandering artist with a beard and Reid's length of black hair.

"You know, I may not be able to change the world, but my music makes me happy." Ethan blinked. "It doesn't take a profile to tell you're unhappy."

Reid froze - he wasn't unhappy.

Well, there was still a little bit, mainly because he didn't wait for Griffith's news, but Emily's call came in again.

"It's not easy, it's not easy at all," Reid said, picking up his drink. Ethan left the bar, Reid right behind him.

"I just don't think you're going to believe some of the things I've seen."

They sat down on the single sofa, which was a more private conversation environment than the bar.

Ethan looked at him carefully: "You seem to have something on your mind."

Reid knew he couldn't hide it; just like Ethan couldn't hide it from him.But he didn't want to tell Ethan everything, because the most important parts of it weren't clear enough to himself.

"I'm fine," so he said.

"Although I'm just a jazz musician in New Orleans, I know what it's like to be a bad person." Ethan said, "This may be the only chance for me to tell you something you don't know."

"You're surrounded by the smartest people in the world, and you think they can't see it, then..." Ethan shook his hand, "Obviously impossible. For a genius, it's really stupid to do this. "

Reid looked at him, wondering if it was the lighting in the bar, his face paler than usual.

"Thank you, welcome to come next time." Griffith said with a smile, "The road is slippery in rainy days, please be careful."

The older housewife smiled at him: "You are so caring."

The rush hour finally passed, and Griffith waited for the last guest to leave, tugging at his collar slightly indecently.

Elle slapped his hand off: "Hey! You're doing well!"

Griffith took a painful breath: "Many bakeries are small family-style workshops with a warm atmosphere, and there are many residential areas nearby. There are many such housewives. In fact, if you can integrate into this community atmosphere, they will come to support your business. And it’s just a sentence or two.”

Elle was thoughtful: "You're right... Do you think it would be more creative if I combined this small store with a supermarket?"

Griffith smiled: "You can sell some non-staple food - of course, this kind of thing is still up to you, do some research."

Elle is thinking about how to make the cake shop look good every day. Griffith is very happy to see her so energetic. This is probably the first time he has seen Elle who is full of energy.

Elle explained a few more words, and entered the back kitchen to learn baking skills from the master. Griffith finally had time to look at his phone.

Then his mailbox was bombarded by Reid.

Reid texts him whenever he's on a business trip, and at set times—breakfast, lunch, dinner, and before bed.

Apart from the complicated case, it would be nice to have a few words to chat, but today's Reid is very abnormal. Griffith flipped through the notes, belatedly realizing that he seemed to have forgotten to reply.

Griffith just typed "Sorry" and thought it was too polite.but……

Griffith was a little dazed, he didn't know what to say.

All along, it's been Reid who's talking.

From the time they met, Reid had always been talking, and had always appreciated his listening, so he took it for granted that he was the listener.When he wanted to comfort others, he was at a loss.

Uh, does he need to find a training class?

JJ and the sheriff are at the bar.

The curly police officer has big eyes.He looks too clean, less like a brave and righteous policeman, more like the big brother next door who tends the garden every weekend.And the JJ who was with him didn't look like the FBI either, but what they had in front of them were real files.

"It's really not right," Bill said. "This is the only place that survived the hurricane, and now there's a serial killer operating."

"This area is not big, we can narrow down the profile." JJ reassured him, "We will find him."

Bill grabbed the handle, and a large glass of cold beer came into JJ's sight, and she couldn't help laughing: "Is this always like this? Do you drink at work?"

"This is New Orleans, baby. This is the culture." Bill took a sip. "Where are you from?"

JJ curled his lips in disapproval and shrugged: "Pennsylvania."

"I see, the people in your place are a bit too disciplined."

JJ looks at him and smiles a little surprised.

"To make you feel better," Bill said, removing his glass, "we'll do Pennsylvania rules tonight."

"I just hate being led by the nose," he said, wrinkling his nose.

JJ had no choice but to say: "Once there are new clues, my team members will tell you as soon as possible."

Bill looked at her for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why aren't you married yet?"

JJ paused.

In the lively tavern, the atmosphere between the two was a little awkward for a while.

JJ suddenly laughed and asked, "Is it related to the case?"

"It's okay," Bill said seriously, "I just wanted to flirt with you."

JJ avoids his gaze, looking embarrassed.

"My question was unprofessional," Bill said, "You don't have to answer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter interrupted their awkward conversation: "Excuse me, a lady in blue over there invited you."

JJ and Bill followed her gestures, and a sexy girl greeted them.

JJ felt incredible: "Isn't this too bold?"

"She probably thought we were working."

JJ looked at him: "But we are working."

"Are you jealous?"

JJ kept smiling; it wasn't the first time she met such an arrogant suitor, but it was the first time that she couldn't turn her face on the spot.This made her not only embarrassed, but also annoyed.

"I didn't, I was just surprised."

"You're a bad liar, too," Bill said. "You don't have much experience either, do you?"

JJ put the glass of wine in front of him: "It's just a cultural difference, take it."

Morgan carried his luggage onto the plane and noticed Emily kept looking behind him. Morgan followed suit for a while, then looked around as if remembering something: "Where's Reid?"

"I thought he was with you." Emily was a little annoyed.

Morgan asked her, "Didn't you call him?"

"I called! Four times!" Emily was even angrier, "He didn't answer!"

Morgan glanced at his watch: "The victim's fiancée is still waiting for us."

Emily looked at him, and Morgan made the decision as she wished: "We have only one choice, take off."

The author has something to say: I don’t know when the locked one will be unlocked, I’m also drunk

(Wrote this case specially because JJ's husband came out! Such a cute little policeman 23333)