[CM] THE CASE

Regardless of the circumstances, we must abide by the truth of Jesus Christ's redemption and the greatest commandment --- love your neighbor as yourself. — Newton

The church was built very low-key, the green shrubs stood quietly by the cobblestone path, and the mottled and faded golden cross also stood quietly on the pointed roof of the church.

The black car approached slowly and finally stopped opposite the church. The four doors of the SUV were all opened, and four people got out respectively.The black co-pilot was still on the phone, so he fell behind.In front of him is an Asian man in a suit, in front of him is a tall young man, and in front of him is a woman with dark hair.

This group of people is Greenaway who just rushed to the church.

The priest received the notice early and was waiting for them at the door ahead of time. Greenaway first introduced the agents in turn before getting down to business. "Father, I want you to take a look at this photo." Greenaway took out a photo from his pocket, which was a screenshot from the video in the chat room.

The black priest took the photo with both hands, looked at it carefully, and quickly shook his head: "I'm sorry, detective, I just took over here, I'm afraid I can't help you much."

Greenaway persuaded patiently: "Please think about it, any clues are very helpful to us. By the way, and also, this boy used to belong to Tadpoles here, we have a group number, it is..."

"3446." Reid answered quickly.

Greenaway pursed his lips cryptically, dissatisfied with Reid's sudden interruption.

The priest glanced at them: "Come in first, but I don't think it's realistic to find him by number." The priest paused here, and Griffith keenly captured the priest's compassion and helplessness.

"After all, before I took over this Episcopal Church, there was no order here."

Garcia is in a hurry.

It was less than an hour, oh, less than four and ten minutes, and they didn't even know Peter's real name.Even if Garcia had the ability to hack into the FBI, she would just sit in front of a room full of monitors, praying and staring at the time.

With her colleagues running around outside, she couldn't do anything.

This feeling is really bad.

Jareau sits tiredly next to Garcia, the phone not ringing, no curious and stubborn media person digging up some confidential information, and no bad news.

But Garcia's landline rang.

Garcia's eyes light up instantly.Unlike Jareau's phone ringing, hers usually meant they had some clue, not bad news.

"Give me something exciting," Garcia said while pressing the answer button.

"Of course, baby, I'll satisfy you." Morgan's voice came with a smile, "Are you ready?"

Garcia raised her eyebrows high, like a proud queen: "Forever, handsome!"

There was also a faint smile on Jareau's face.

"Someone will report to you the names of the people Cole visited last year, and you will be responsible for finding out who is capable of imprisoning children." Morgan's tone became serious, "Hurry up."

"Of course." Garcia narrowed his eyes, "When has it ever disappointed you?"

"Never, my queen."

"Thank you, Mr. Knight," Garcia said sweetly, "Hang up."

"Hey, Garcia."

"what?"

Morgan gave a low chuckle, the magnetic voice warming Garcia's ears. Garcia nearly screamed.

Morgan said, "I love you."

Garcia froze for a moment, then smiled: "I love you too, sweetheart."

As if a clear spring was flowing slowly, all the anxiety and powerlessness were melted away by Morgan's phone call, and the confidence and vitality that belonged to Garcia returned.The best genius hackers are at their keyboards, gearing up and trying.

Jareau, who listened to the whole flirting process, couldn't help secretly admiring Morgan's power - he could always detect Garcia's weakness and easily restore Garcia's motivation. Garcia seemed to have forgotten the existence of Jareau, and Jareau quietly left the computer room, not to disturb Garcia's performance.

By the way, bring a cup of coffee to Garcia, who will be having a hard time later. Jareau thought happily.

Garcia in the computer room began to work hard. Cole's colleagues had called, and Garcia heard the sound of rummaging over there.It seems that the files from a year ago are not so easy to find, but fortunately Cole has always been organized, and it doesn't take much time to find the files.

"Found it, found it. Well, let's get started now. The first one, Frank Porwell, was born April 1962, 4."

Garcia's fingers tapped the keyboard nimbly, and the code continued to increase.The noise of the machine running was even louder, as if cheering for their queen.

27 minute left.

"Charlie Sparks." Cole frowned. "I don't remember anyone with the surname Sarks in my research."

At this time they came out of the church and the elementary school and gathered at the side of the road. Charlie Sparks was the name Cole and the others had been given since elementary school, at least matching the Charlie Greenaway found in church.

"Found in the church", that's right, although the priest thought he couldn't find it, but Griffith asked if there were any photos or something, which reminded the priest. Reid asked for help and found a photo before long. Greenaway opened the frame and wrote the name on the back of the photo.The letters were distorted, and the three children wrote on the backs, still in different handwriting.And on the back of their boy is "Charlie".

Back to the present, Morgan hung up the phone and walked to the group: "Garcia took the time to check, and there was no one named Sparks within a radius of [-] kilometers in the past ten years."

Cole sighed: "It seems that Sparks is not his real name, this guy is really too cautious."

"So we're starting all over again." Greenaway paced anxiously. "We're running out of time."

Griffith looked down, still feeling wrong.

Even if Sparks is a pseudonym, this can still prove Griffith's previous conjecture about their relationship, but does raising a child really leave no trace?

"It's not that bad," Morgan said. "At least Reid's previous proposal has worked out. We have two names, one is Patrick Foster and the other is Michael Ealson."

Cole said calmly: "Patrick Foster is not that smart yet."

"And Micheal Ealson?" Hotch asked.

"It's definitely him."

The moment Cole's voice fell, everyone jumped into action. Griffith's digital watch chimed, and Reid turned to look at him.

Griffith's face paled quickly.

Reid got the look: there's no time.

Greenaway apparently saw Griffith's anomaly in the rearview mirror as well.As soon as she gritted her teeth, the car drove quickly to the destination.

The capture operation went smoothly.They were just in time for Ealson to bring the baby out, albeit in a crate. Morgan was hard as he handcuffed him, and it was clear that the scum had picked up the agent's wrath perfectly.

It's all happening out of Charlie's sight. Cole rescued the boy, who was still yelling "Daddy". Cole looked at him in bewilderment, the leader of anti-child crimes not knowing how to explain to young children that his father had been arrested, and that he had been arrested for captivity.

Griffith hesitated for a moment, then crouched down slowly, as tall as Charlie.

"Charlie," he called.

The boy sitting in the box looked at him in horror.

"Hi, I'm Foster." Griffith introduced himself with a smile. "May I shake your hand? Like grown-ups do with grown-ups."

The proposition was attractive, especially to a boy. Charlie extended his right hand, overlapping Griffith's.

"My name is Charie." The boy introduced himself as Griffith did.

"Nice to meet you, Charlie. Do you like pudding?"

"...Yes, I like the strawberry flavor."

"It's great, I like pudding too." Griffith said softly, "Do you know which shop nearby has the best pudding?"

Charlie laughed. Finding a buddy was not easy for him.He said happily, "I know, there's one on the corner. I can take you there."

"Very well. Then why don't we go now? I want pudding. Do you want it?"

"Yes." Charlie nodded, and then he thought of his father, "But Dad..."

"Your dad has something to do. We, and I mean them, have something to do with your dad. He won't mind a little pudding time." Griffith winked at Charlie, "but my boss will, so we'll How about keeping this a secret?"

"It's not right." Charlie wrinkled his face.

"It's okay, just take it down." Griffith coaxed, "Please."

"...Okay, just this once."

"Of course, just this once."

The author has something to say: There will probably be another chapter tomorrow, celebrating our Qingming holiday and my monthly exam that is finally over. (Although I didn't do well in the exam...) Thank you Moyan Sanlie and Reserved Radish who sent me mine~(^_^)