[CM] THE CASE

Between ideal and reality, between motivation and action, there is always a shadow. — Elliott

Griffith had no fantasies about Reid's home, but one thing was for sure, it was full of books.However, he did not expect that there were so many books.

Facing a wall full of books, Griffith expressed his shock with body language. Reid stood behind him, seeing his reaction, a little embarrassed: "Well, sit down, I'll get you a drink. Do you want coffee or water?"

"Water will be fine, thank you." Griffith stepped back and wanted to sit on the sofa, but he tripped over something and fell hard.He propped himself on the ground with one hand, and rubbed his tailbone, which suffered for no reason, with the other, his face was distorted in pain - he was knocked hard by a hard and sharp thing there.

Reid quickly helped him sit down: "Are you all right?"

Griffith waited for the pain to subside before waving his hand at Reid: "It's okay." After speaking, he looked down at the "culprit" - a stack of books, on top of which was the hardcover "A Brief History of Time".

... No wonder it hurts so much.

Reid saw it too, and apologized eagerly: "Yes, I'm sorry, I put it away... Well, the main reason is that the bookcase can't fit, and I read it often, so I put it outside. Does it hurt?"

Griffith shook his head: "It's okay." He saw a quilt on the sofa and asked hesitantly, "You sleep here?"

"Well, sleep when you're sleepy from reading." Reid got up, "Then I'll get you some water, just take a look."

Before Griffith could nod his head, Reid left the study.He casually picked up the book and flipped through it, his eyes were full of unfamiliar words, and the roots he took out were all very unfamiliar, probably all proper nouns. Griffith put the book back silently and started looking for the book he wanted.

Judging from the bookcase, Reid is a very organized person, although his satchel is a mess.The books are sorted by category and initial letter, and it is not difficult to find them. Griffith quickly found his goal.

but……

Griffith counted, there were five rows of books about schizophrenia.

Although it is true that Reid has many books, it is still strange that there are so many books of the same type.Is it for writing a thesis?Wouldn't it be better to go directly to the library?

Griffith pulled out a copy and found that Reid's notes were very detailed, mainly focusing on the symptoms and treatment of schizophrenia.

"Griffith?"

Griffith was taken aback by Reid, and closed the book with a "snap". He didn't know why he felt guilty after closing it, so he pretended to be nonchalant: "Huh?"

Reid handed him a glass of water: "Find the book?"

"I found it. Your family has a rich collection of books."

"Thank you." Reid glanced at the book in Griffith's hand, lowered his head and shook his glass. Griffith catches a fleeting look on his face, like it's a little sad.He hesitated for a moment, held up the book and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to read it."

"It's okay." Reid smiled at him, "I told you to take a look."

Griffith didn't take his polite words to heart at all, and let out a silly "ah" when he heard them, not knowing how to answer them.

Reid put down his cup and took the book.He sat on the couch, and Griffith sat cautiously next to him, taking a nervous sip of water.

The atmosphere became inexplicably depressed, and Griffith unconsciously rubbed the cup with his knuckles. Reid suddenly thought of the disturbed young man who was also rubbing against the cardboard box when he met on the first day, and couldn't help laughing.

"There's nothing to hide about this." Reid thought, "He's already a member of BAU, does he know the difference?"

So he said, "Do you know about the Yuwang case?"

Griffith didn't understand why he brought this up, and said honestly: "I've heard of it. When that case happened, I was still an intern and hadn't officially joined the job. Later, because of Elle, JJ told me about it."

"What did she say?"

"Nothing, just about Elle being shot."

"Well, did she mention how the case was solved?"

Griffith paused, faintly feeling that the key was coming: "No."

Reid put the book on his lap and interlocked his fingers: "That case was my fault."

"BAU was on vacation and everyone got a... gift, and JJ's was a stuffed butterfly," Reid said, "She collected butterflies when she was a kid, and she only told me about it, and I, when I wrote I mentioned it to my mother."

Griffith sat up a little - this was the first time Reid had mentioned his family.

Hotch doesn't shy away from the topic of family when it comes to small talk, as do Morgan, JJ, and Elle, although they don't mean the same thing about family. Hotch's role as the parent, while everyone else is the child.The only ones not participating in the discussion were Reid and Gideon.For reasons well known, no one bothered the old bachelor.And Reid, for some reason, no one bothered to bring up family in front of him.

This is the first time.

Reid continued: "Well, my mother, she's schizophrenic. I put her in a nursing home as an adult, and she...she begged me, but I didn't answer her, and I watched them take her away. After that, I never saw her again." After speaking, he glanced at Griffith.

Griffith was watching him.

No matter what Reid was saying, or for how long, Griffith listened intently, without impatience or disgust. Reid likes this feeling very much, few people are willing to listen to him, and few people give him a chance to tell.

"I always felt that she hated me. After all, she was so reluctant, so I only dared to write to her, which would make me feel less guilty. In that case, the prisoner had direct contact with my mother, so I let her Fly to Quantico for protective sex. That time, I told everyone the secret."

Griffith took another sip of water.He didn't know what to do, because Reid didn't look like he needed reassurance, but he felt that he should say something, so he said out of words, "Well, you...well, you don't want to see her yet?"

"No, I visit her in a nursing home once in a while." Reid smiled. "She's doing fine, you know, part of the reason I send her to a nursing home is that I can't take care of her. She needs company, and we used to We depend on each other, she needs me."

"That's good." Griffith nodded. "What are you worried about?"

"Well," Reid said bravely, "did you know that schizophrenia is hereditary?"

The last time he said this to Garcia, Garcia gasped and looked at him in surprise; this time, Griffith nodded: "I know, schizophrenia is a polygenic genetic disease, and the probability of inheritance is not low."

Reid looked at him speechlessly.

Griffith picked up the book in his lap and turned to the page where Reid had the most notes: "Do you have any of these symptoms?"

Reid looked at it with his head, and it was a sign of schizophrenia: "No."

"What's there to worry about?" Griffith closed the book. "I was told by someone, don't be afraid of what happens in the future, it will only hold you back."

Reid suddenly grabbed Griffith's wrist.He was so thin that he could match a human skeleton model, but his strength was not small. Griffith only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and he completely forgot what he said next, and his pretended calm just disappeared.

"You don't have to comfort me," Reid said.At that moment, his glazed eyes seemed to be covered with a specious mist, isolating him from the world.Like a lonely hero, he decided to face the terrible dragon alone.

Reid licked his lips, feeling like he needed some water: "You know that feeling of being afraid of your own thoughts?"

Griffith looked away.He looked at the full bookshelf and found that the five rows of books were placed not at the height where Reid could easily read, but at the height that Reid could see while sitting on the sofa.

"I know." He said softly, "Of course I know."

Reid let him go.Instead of listening, Griffith always avoids eye contact when he tells. Reid read his look and knew that the next words would be Griffith's secret.

"I told Sally, I told Elle, Elle told Gideon. I don't think it's okay to tell you," Griffith said. "Fear of my own thoughts, of course I know."

The boy hurriedly left the alley.Near Capitol Hill, there are many such messy and remote alleys.Whores would entertain guests here, he had seen it many times, but death was the first.

The boy panted while running, extreme excitement and extreme disgust tore his soul.

The woman in red was dumped in the rubbish dump, her gorgeous figure looked vulgar and ugly.The blood pooled into a pool of dark stains, a sin that this city cannot wash away.

"They're evil, they're trash."

These words were churning in the boy's mind, these words lying quietly in his laptop, were the sleeping demons in the boy's body.

"We should get rid of them."

The young man clenched his teeth, and the color of despair in his pitch-black eyes kept blurring.

help me!