[Variety Drama] Mobility Scourge

Colorado, United States federal prison.

Lucida looked at the man behind the glass. He had a beard, and his handsome face was now a little less beautiful. Lucida picked up the receiver next to him, and the man on the other side smiled softly, and also picked up the receiver. A man's sexy voice came from the other end: "Hey, Lucida, long time no see."

"Five months and seven days."

Lucida said coldly, without those usual smiles at all, the man didn't care about the woman's cold face, and continued to smile: "Honey, it's been so long since you came to see me, I almost suspect that I will be forgotten by you."

Lucida frowned, took a deep breath, and wanted to say something, but looking at the heartless smiling face opposite, Lucida sighed helplessly: "Neal, is this what you want? Four years of prison life ?”

The man opposite is Neal Caffrey, charged with contract forgery, suspected of securities fraud, art theft and extortion, this man is extremely smart, it took the FBI three years to catch him, but Lucida knew that Neal did it on purpose, as long as No one could catch him, he thought.

"Oh, it's pretty good here, there's food, sleep, and security."

Neal deliberately glanced at the monitor in the corner, he knew someone was watching on the other end of the monitor, and the peacock-like man even gave the camera a wink.

"...Neal, four years, a long time."

The man on the opposite side grew up with me. Seeing her best friend go to prison for four years, Lucida couldn't laugh at all. It was Neal who was in prison, but Lucida was sad. Neal shrugged and said indifferently: "I Know."

"You know what a ghost!"

Lucida patted the glass angrily, but apparently the glass had been thickened, Lucida's hands turned red after she patted twice, Neal couldn't help but chuckled lightly: "Lucida, your temper still hasn't changed, you can't do this , you have to learn to hide your temper."

Neal put his hand on the glass, Lucida looked at the wide palm, and slowly put her hand on his palm, Neal curled the corners of his mouth, pressed his lips to the microphone and whispered: "Lucida, I won't Let something happen to you, go live your own life."

"..."

Neal didn't give Lucida a chance to react, he hung up the phone first and gave Lucida a reassuring smile, then left without looking back, Lucida wanted to say something, but her lips moved and pursed again.

******

"What are they talking about?"

Neal did not guess wrong, there were two people watching them behind the monitor, one of them was a black man, he was formally dressed in a black suit, his face looked very young, like a new rookie with no experience, and The other is a white man who looks older, also wearing a black suit, but compared with the rookie next to him, he looks like an elite.

That elite detective is Peter Burke, who spent three years catching Neal Caffrey. Peter frowned and stared at the screen on the monitor. From the angle of the monitor, only Neal's back can be seen. He couldn't see what Neal said. What, and the monitor has not been connected to the sound system, that is to say, what Lucida said, he relied on the interpretation of the lip language, and Peter did not interpret more information from the interpretation of Lucida's lip language: "No, she doesn't know anything. Did not say."

"She came to see Neal Caffrey every five months, and she didn't have anything to say?"

"How wrong you say, she can't say it, and Neal Caffrey won't let her say it."

Peter wasn't disappointed, he knew that he didn't get more information from Lucida, Peter picked up two documents on the table, one was Neal Caffrey's and the other was Lucida Genovese's, it was just the charges on Neal's document It has been determined, but Lucida's files are still clean.

"I always thought that Neal Caffrey was acting alone, but there is clear evidence in several art thefts that he has accomplices. Lucida Genovese is his best friend and the most suspected, but Neal Caffrey put all the evidence related to her. Cover up."

"He's protecting her."

The black police detective next to him interfaced, and Peter didn't object. After he caught Neal, all the evidence pointing to Lucida Genovese was destroyed. They had no evidence to prove that Lucida Genovese was related to the crimes committed by Neal, so they could only let Lucida Genovese go.

"Then we let her go like this?"

"We have no evidence. She is different from Neal Caffrey. In fact, I would rather use her than arrest her. She...is a talent."

Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose, Neal Caffrey is a real trouble, luckily caught, Lucida Genovese, he can't push too fast, the superior has an order, not to approach Lucida Genovese without direct evidence, so taking Lucida Genovese for his own use is a big problem Good idea, it's not something the FBI usually does to take people who are potentially threatening for their own use.

******

Lucida hates guessing games the most in her life, like passwords and solving puzzles. Lucida hates such oblique things, but sometimes she has to face them.

2126620413.

This is the number on the palm of Neal's palm when he put his hand on the glass before, and this is the message Neal is conveying to her.

Also because of this information, Lucida took the plane to New York.

212 is the area code for New York.

662 spelled out on the phone is MMA.

MMA, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Metropolitan Museum of Art.

On the opposite side of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, there is an alley. Lucida looked at the rows of lockers, and finally fixed her sight on the No.13 cabinet in the fourth row. Lucida puffed her cheeks and found a hair Clip, Lucida bent the hairpin and muttered 'I hate this' while prying open the locker with ease.

There was nothing in the locker, Lucida touched the top of the locker, and as expected, she touched an object stuck on top with tape, Lucida tore off the tape.

is a key.

Lucida recognized the key.

"FBI! Don't move!"

As soon as Lucida hears this familiar line, she will have a reflex action, feeling that someone behind Lucida quickly grabs the arm of that person and unloads the gun in his hand, but more people behind her are holding guns at her.

"Lucida?"

This is also a familiar voice, but Lucida never thought that the owner of this voice would appear here.

"Spencer?"

Lucida saw the thin boy among a bunch of guys wearing FBI and NYPD bulletproof vests. He even held a gun in a different posture from others. Lucida let go of the FBI in his hand and slowly raised his hands :"How is this going?"

"I still want to ask you, why are you here?"

Morgan made a safe gesture to the group of NYPD officers behind him, and said to the people behind him: "She is not a suspect."

This is not the suspect they profiled. Reid put away his gun and walked to Lucida's side. They haven't seen each other for two months since they helped Lucida move last time. They didn't expect this meeting to be so dramatic.

"I'm here to get something, what are you doing here?"

Who is this arresting?

Reid looked at the number plate of Lucida's locker and sighed helplessly. Morgan came over and patted Reid's shoulder, and gave Lucida a subtle look, but his tone was very relaxed: "Reid, you take her back to NYPD first, the situation ……you know."

This friend of Reid's...has been a lot.

******

"What happened? Reid?"

When they arrived at the New York Police Department, Hotch saw that only Reid came back, no, there was another person with him. He remembered that Reid and Morgan were going to catch the unknown suspect they profiled this time, and they profiled the unknown suspect. place, but why is Reid back?

"Hey...Hotch, she's..."

"Lucida Genovese, I know."

Hotch glanced at Lucida quickly, his expressionless expression could not read any information from his face, but his attitude towards Reid was very gentle, Reid was a little helpless: "Lucida appeared on the scene, I brought her back. "

The time and place where Lucida appeared was too coincidental, even if the case had nothing to do with it, she still had to come to the police station to make a statement to get rid of the relationship.

******

"This is really weird..."

After Garcia heard about Lucida and Reid's various encounters from Morgan, all she could say was: "How small is the chance that this will happen."

"Oh, Garcia, you should say it's fate."

Morgan shrugged and turned his gaze to Lucida who was taking notes not far away. Reid was standing less than one meter away from Lucida, his whole body froze, his index finger on his lips with an inscrutable expression, until Lucida finished Reid breathed a sigh of relief, Lucida's expression looked innocent, Reid frowned and smiled bitterly: "I feel like I've aged more than ten years in the few months since I reunited with you."

"Oh, then you are suitable for the title of Dr."

"..."

Reid frowned fiercely this time, did he think he was too small?

The temporary office area of ​​BAU is in the director's office of Montgomery. Roy Montgomery is the director of the 12th branch of New York. With a whiteboard full of photos, conclusions, and documents, Lucida suddenly became curious: "Spencer, what case are you investigating?"

"... sorry... I can't say."

Reid put on that apologetic expression again, but Lucida was not disappointed, but smiled slyly: "Oh? I always thought that the BAU was in charge of homicide or kidnapping cases, so it turns out that financial fraud is also in charge. Is it?"

"..."

Reid didn't say yes or no, instead he asked Lucida with a surprised expression: "Why do you say that?"

In fact, they did not draw this conclusion. There were two victims in total. One was a bookseller who died of suffocation. No.2 was the deputy director of the archives and was shot dead. The reason why they connected the two cases They were together because they both went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art before they died. He and Morgan also went to ambush there because they deciphered a code in the bookseller's pocket, alluding to that address. Unexpectedly, they met Lucida.

Lucida's eyes are very beautiful. When she looks at someone with her heart, it will give people the illusion of affection. At least, Reid's face is getting redder and redder under Lucida's eyes. He can't stand Lucida's eyes. His gaze, hot and affectionate, made his heart beat faster, Reid looked away, but Lucida leaned closer to Reid: "You haven't noticed it yet, tell you, is there any benefit for me?"

"..."

Reid took a step back in bewilderment, Lucida stopped teasing Reid: "Well, you remember you owe me a cup of coffee."