[CM] THE CASE

Doubt everything. --Karl Marx

The boy sits in front of the camera and plays with a toy.He asked the soldier in a low voice if he wanted to eat something, but the soldier had no way to answer him.The boy thought for a while, then answered himself, "How about the cookies? I think there are some blueberry ones left."

The soldiers still couldn't answer the boy, but the boy didn't mind.He got up, straddled an army green coat, stepped on his blanket, and bent down to reach for a cookie.

It was so quiet that the boy wasn't even sure if his father was still outside with him.He wants to yell, wants to get out, wants to know how long he's been in this place.

Dad, Dad, why am I here?

The boy's question gurgled in his throat and rolled into his stomach along with the biscuit crumbs.

The soldier's hand had been held by the boy all the time, and it was already warm at this moment.The boy began to imagine a pair of hands like soldiers, what would it feel like to wrap his hands with a pair of broad and fiery hands, would it be as comfortable as his father holding his hand?

"Cheep...beep...Charlie?"

The fantasy was interrupted by a distorted male voice, and the boy turned his head in surprise: "Dad?!"

The male voice has no ups and downs, it can be said to be indifferent.The noise of electricity made him sound even less human: "Hey, hey...back to the camera."

The boy quickly got up and sat down in front of the camera.It was the position dad had asked for, and the boy didn't know why.He couldn't help begging his father: "When can I go out? Please, I want to go out."

"Shut up and stay quiet."

Now the microphone is turned off too.The faint electrical sound disappeared, and the room was still eerily silent.

The boy wanted to yell again, but Dad was already angry.

Across the wall, a man was sitting on the floor typing.On the desktop TV opposite, a beautiful female anchor is broadcasting the news: "Mr. Rawlings was arrested by the FBI, which may be related to the largest pedophile circle in the country..."

Man typing fingers stop motion.

Mehtevas sent another message asking where he could meet.

The man smiled softly, his deep voice concealed indescribable malice: "Hello, Agent Cole."

"Damn!"

Cole cursed at the black screen of the computer.

Griffith ran into the office: "Outside...there are reporters outside...well, and the TV station..."

Panting for breath, he described the situation outside upside down.

"He saw it," Cole said dryly. "Damn it, we're losing Peter again."

"Not necessarily." Gideon didn't let Cole's self-blame continue, "Call JJ and let her deal with it."

Upon hearing this, Greenaway took out his mobile phone, made a call, and walked past Griffith to leave the office.She folded her arms unobtrusively as she passed Griffith, looking defensive. Griffith didn't notice, but that didn't mean no one noticed.

Through the glass window, Reid's eyes followed their friend who finally came back.

Because the matter was urgent, Jareau hurriedly explained a few words and started to deal with it, and the call was transferred to Garcia.Miss Hacker makes her new discovery: the boy's coat belongs to the Tadpoles, a church-affiliated camping group.

"The address has been sent~" Garcia said cheerfully, "By the way, welcome back, sweetheart~"

Greenaway replied with a smile: "Thanks, Garcia."

Just after hanging up the phone, the phone rang. Garcia sent two addresses, one is a church and the other is an elementary school.Have to say, Garcia really never disappoints.

"We've got two addresses, sir. One is a church and one is a school. Garcia found it through Peter's coat."

Gideon nodded: "Okay, contact Hotch..."

"I'm here." Hotch suddenly appeared behind Greenaway.Just back from dropping Kevin off at a charity, Hotch catches up to the point.

"Exactly." Greenaway turned around, "We have a clue..."

"I hear you," Hotch said. "Gideon, Cole, we're going to school, everyone else is going to church. Get moving, we're going to hurry up."

Before Hotch finished speaking, Cole stood up first and left the office. Gideon followed her, and everyone left.

Griffith was the last one again.He habitually falls half a step behind everyone, as if this can weaken his sense of existence.

Greenaway suddenly turned around and urged, "Hurry up, Griffith, we can't waste any more time."

"……Um."

Griffith had to pick up his pace and keep up with the large group.

Reid followed suit.He walked ahead of Morgan, eyeing Greenaway over his burly friend.She was agitated, and would automatically clutch her stomach, where she had received a gunshot wound.It wasn't until Griffith stepped in front of her that her hands dropped and her muscles relaxed.

Small movements are undetectable even to the person, but to a trained bystander, they are very clear.

"Look at the road."

Morgan slapped Reid on the head, messing up the neatly combed back hair. Reid let out an "ow", turned around silently, and arranged his hair by the way.

Leaving the teaching building and getting into the car. Greenaway rejected Morgan's application to drive: "Please, I haven't driven a car for a long time, just let me enjoy it." Greenaway took Morgan's key with a smile, and twirled twice on his index finger: "Go in."

Morgan shrugged: "Since you insist."

Griffith let Reid in first, then himself.He was sitting right behind the driver's seat, and Greenaway could see him in the mirror. Reid retrieved the map from his bag: "Well, the church is at..."

"I know the way, Doctor." Greenaway started the car. "Have a good trip, guys."

Reid curled his lips, stuffed the map back into his bag, and stopped talking.

Seeing him like this, Griffith couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.But unwilling to be discovered by Reid, poor Griffith had to choose to smile at the window.

The road is very quiet, because the road does not pass through the urban area, there are no other vehicles outside the car, only some trees are receding.The people in the car don't talk to each other either.

Reid glanced over to Griffith beside him.He could only see the side of the man's face, the nose was not as straight as Greenaway's, and the thick eyelashes were inlaid with obsidian.Looking down, the old bracelet on his left hand is turning between the fingers of his other hand, and his beautiful hand is on the black suit pants.Although Griffith wears a suit as required and is well-dressed, he just doesn't have the serious and stuffy temperament of Hotch. On the contrary, he is more gentle, provided that some nervous little movements are removed.

Griffith resisted the urge to take his hand back, Reid's gaze always made him uncomfortable. Griffith wanted to remind Reid, but since no one was speaking, it was a bit awkward to speak at this time.So Griffith endured it all the time, and fiddled with the bracelet a lot faster.It's a pity Mr. Doctor didn't notice Griffith's discomfort. After 5 minutes, Griffith finally couldn't help it: "Reid?"

Reid suddenly withdrew his gaze, coughed twice unnaturally: "Well, what's the matter?"

Griffith was silent.He didn't know how to euphemistically express the embarrassing request of "you've been staring at my hand, can you stop doing this", besides, the other party no longer looked at his hand.

The movement in the backseat made Morgan turn his head with interest: "What's the matter, kid?"

"Well... I, I was thinking about something just now, I... thought of something."

"What's the matter?" This time the questioner changed to Greenaway.

"Actually, I've been thinking about it... it's kind of weird." Reid said, "Look, Cole found Peter a year ago, Peter disappeared a year ago, and the room Peter was in a year ago was a normal room with a door and a door. windows, but now he's in a completely enclosed space, like a cage, or rather, a box."

"A year ago, a year ago." Greenaway repeated the time phrase, as if something was hidden in it, "What happened a year ago?"

"Search," Morgan said. "At that time, Cole conducted a large-scale and rigorous search. Maybe this stimulated unknown people."

"Well... can we just assume... Cole met him?" Griffith chimed in, "Like making contact and scaring him. Also, do we know how long he's been locked up?"

"I think it should be soon, because it is a closed environment, and the supply of oxygen and food is definitely not enough for a year." Reid said, "But he should have been locked in a similar place before, isolated from the outside world..."

"Okay, I'm going to contact Cole." Morgan interrupted Reid eagerly, "We only have an hour to go, whatever the lead, we have to give it a try."

"Good news." Greenaway saw the white building in the distance, "We're here."