[CM] THE CASE

do you know?You still have a chance because you have a spark in you. — Kate Perry

Griffith's hospital room was quiet.

Reid pushed open the door of the ward, and the noisy voices in the corridor drifted in.

As he got closer, Griffith seemed to be still asleep.

The curtains were not drawn, and there was plenty of sunlight in the room, Griffith couldn't feel it at all.Black shattered hair fell by his ears, his facial features were not as three-dimensional as those of Europeans and Americans, and the lines that were originally not round became more profound and slender under the torment of the past few days.

Reid gently placed the bag on the chair next to him, but Griffith suddenly opened his eyes.

Reid was taken aback by him: "Foster? You didn't sleep?"

Griffith groped with his unpricked hand, propped himself up, and Reid quickly grabbed him and helped him with the pillow.

"I just lay there for a while and couldn't sleep." Griffith smiled. "Why do you come here every day? No case?"

Reid hesitated for a moment, and said honestly: "Jason hasn't confessed yet, Emily and Hotch are on trial, Morgan found the evidence hidden by John Walker, it's a list. He handed it to Team Leader Conner, and the organized crime team followed up the investigation. I'm going back to help later, taking over from Morgan, who will come to see you tonight."

"You guys are so busy, so you don't need to find time to come here. Isn't there someone guarding the door?" Griffith said and paused.

Reid didn't let go of him after covering him with the blanket. Griffith just felt his hand go down his shoulder and take his own.

He didn't speak, and the atmosphere became ambiguous for no reason, and Griffith moved uncomfortably.

Then he heard a zipper, Reid seemed to find something in the bag, and then he felt a chill on his wrist.

Reid put the custom-made bracelet on him silently, cleared his throat: "Didn't your bracelet fall off? I don't think you are used to it, so I gave you one...with your name on it."

Griffith froze for a moment.He only wore a hospital gown, and even a quilt in a heated room was not enough to keep him warm, so his hands were cold, and only the palms were warm.The other bandaged hand didn't dare to move casually, but Griffith fiddled with his unwrapped fingers. The two letters "FG" were put together and strung together on a thin metal chain.

Griffith touched it wordlessly and smiled: "Thank you."

But Reid didn't let him go.The young man blushed for a rare moment, pulling Griffith's hand to his own wrist.

There's a thin bracelet there too, just with the letters "SR" replaced.

Griffith opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"I wanted to give this to you," Reid whispered, "but I'm afraid you won't...Foster, I mean it."

"I like you, if you want this bracelet, just nod, okay?"

There was a layer of sweat in his palm, and the man's cold fingers rested on his wrist, like a light snowflake.

At this moment, Reid's heart was almost jumping to the throat, the blood was rushing in the blood vessels, and the ears with dense capillaries were already red, and the excessive heartbeat made him feel a subtle sense of dizziness.

But the culprit of all this did not answer.

After a long time, Griffith gently pulled his hand away.

Reid's heart sank.

"......Thanks."

The nurse who made the rounds knocked on the door, not aware of the weird atmosphere at all: "Bed [-], it's time to take your temperature."

Griffith smiled in her direction: "Yeah."

"Then I'll go first." Reid lowered his head, stuffed things into the bag indiscriminately, and hurried on his feet.Griffith sighed as he closed the door.

He probably won't come again.

Morgan rubbed his forehead, wanting to take a good rest.However, before he could go far, a person hurried over from the opposite side and dragged him into the bathroom.

Reid looked serious: "I want to talk to you."

Morgan thought he had something serious to do, and planned to listen carefully, but unexpectedly Reid's next sentence was: "I confessed to Foster."

Morgan: "..."

For a moment he thought he had heard wrong: "What?"

"I confessed to Foster." Reid said word by word, "but he didn't reply me, I know you will visit him, can you help me find out about him?"

Morgan took a deep breath and resisted the desire to hit him: "Why do you think I will definitely agree?"

Reid said to him sternly, "Lunch for a month."

"……make a deal."

So he found Griffith's ward with the house number in his memory.

Griffith had just communicated with his doctor about the condition of his eyes. The doctor was very optimistic, but also pointed out that it might not be possible to return to the original level of vision, but the lens was not damaged, which is a blessing in misfortune.

"I'll consider finding out if there is any medicine that suits you, but the damage to the optic nerve is irreversible..."

"I know." Griffith interrupted him coldly, "I remember finding the medicine, can you analyze the ingredients?"

The doctor had dealt with him for a few days, and he had never heard such a blunt tone from him, so he couldn't help being stunned.Then he saw Griffith clutching the horned hand, knowing.

After anyone knows this news, they can't take it calmly.

Griffith realized he was out of control, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

The doctor waved his hand quickly, and Morgan came in behind him: "The laboratory results are out, I'm bringing them with me, doctor, you can take a look."

The doctor picked up the report, leaving room for the two agents, and left the ward.

Morgan picked and picked among the fruits that no one knew who put it, took out an apple, and didn't intend to wash it, just wiped it and took a bite, and asked Griffith vaguely: "Do you want it?"

Griffith shook his head.The wound on his neck healed a bit, and it wouldn't hurt when he moved, but he didn't dare to make big movements, he nodded and shook his head very carefully, looking timid and timid. Morgan stared at him and finished eating half an apple, Griffith finally couldn't help it: "What's the matter with you?"

Morgan shrugged: "I think Reid told you about our progress this morning. The bulk of this case is with Conner. We don't need to follow up on the follow-up work, and the final trial may need to show our face. Your main work now is Rehabilitation, there is an assessment waiting for you after you are discharged from the hospital, don't worry. Oh, this is Gideon's words."

Gideon's original words were definitely not as lively as Morgan's, Griffith heard that he wanted to liven up the atmosphere, and gave a face-saving smile.

"I just came to see how you are." Morgan has been busy, because someone came to visit Griffith every day, pushing a lot of work to him.But Reid justly said that this is to pay off the paperwork that Morgan sneaked onto his desk before, and Morgan had to shut up and go to work.

"I'm fine, and most hope to be discharged soon." Griffith paused at this point and asked, "How is Sally?"

Sally Nelson has been outside the scope of their investigation. Morgan is not familiar with her, so she can only judge some sadness from the old Nelson's face. Presumably, her fiancé is suddenly imprisoned, and Sally's mood is not very good.

Morgan lied, "She's fine."

Griffith didn't know if he heard his perfunctory, and sighed for a long time: "Actually, maybe it's better to be hospitalized than to be discharged. At least I only need to eat, sleep and get injections now. After I'm discharged from the hospital, I should work, right?"

Morgan laughed: "No, we are all waiting for you to come back to work overtime, how can we let you enjoy yourself alone?"

"Hasn't Jason Griffith recruited yet?" Griffith asked suddenly.

Morgan subconsciously told the truth: "No, he won't say anything unless..." Unless something, he almost bit his tongue and blocked the second half of the sentence.

Griffith guessed, "Unless I go see him, right?"

Morgan didn't answer for a moment.

In the basement, the man maliciously tore away the illusion, and laid out in front of him the truth that he had been unwilling to face. The warmth that James gave him had an ulterior motive, this thing was like a thorn in his heart, Griffith carried it with his work and life, if Jason didn't touch this thorn, he could still pretend that everything was normal.

When James disappeared, he searched through all the items left by his adoptive father, and even read his manuscript word by word.At that time, he didn't have such professional quality, and he couldn't understand many uncommon terms. Griffith borrowed a thick stack of books from the library to barely understand.

But he was lucky, for so many years, even if he was pretending, he would not be without a little emotion.However, the person is no longer there, and there is no way to verify whether it is true or false.

"I agree to see him."

"You?" Morgan snorted with a half-smile, "When you recover, he'll be in the electric chair in the morning."

Griffith smiled helplessly.

"But if you insist, then I will tell Gideon. Besides," Morgan reached out and tapped his wrist, "You should think about this matter carefully."

Griffith was still wearing the bracelet Reid had given him on his wrist, and he froze for a moment at the bright hint.

Morgan didn't want to be like a best friend, saying "he's a good guy and you can't let him down", but she had to do what she promised Reid.

"It's the first time I've ever seen Reid get so attached to a guy," Morgan said. "You know, he's a big boy, he's just too naive about certain things—well, so are you."

"Two simple people may hurt each other unintentionally, because they are inexperienced and don't know how to get along. But it's better than lying to each other. Don't we see fewer lies every day?" He stood up and put his hands on Griffith's shoulder.

"So be honest with him and yourself. Apples are delicious, thanks."

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