[CM] THE CASE

When you need a sense of groundedness, you can always come and hold my hand. --"Downton Abbey"

"Hey, you guys are back from Galveston?"

Reid took a cup of coffee and sat down at the conference table very naturally.Across the table, Emily and Morgan are discussing issues.

"Where have you been?" Morgan asked, his tone a bit sharp.

"Uh, I went to see my friends, I told you so." Reid looked at him, not guilty at all.

Emily said sharply, "I called you four times, but you didn't answer."

"There's no cell phone signal there, and it was already late when I saw it," Reid replied.

Emily rolled her eyes: "Very good."

Morgan looked at Reid without saying a word, the creases between his brows were almost pressed into a mountain.

"What's wrong?" Reid looked Morgan in the eye.

"The suspect is a woman." Morgan said coldly, looking down at the file.

woman?

A lot of inconsistencies flashed through Reid's mind in an instant—the unreasonable ones made sense.

Hotch walked in with a serious face, and saw Reid who had been missing all night for the first time.However, he did not say anything to the team members, but notified the new case: "They found another body."

When Griffith got the call from Rossi, he thought it was a prank.The spirited real retiree happily invites him to go fishing with him.

"I heard you're retired too, and I think we have a lot to talk about," Rossi said. "Gideon and Nelson are both telling me to enlighten you, young man."

Griffith was about to refuse, but suddenly understood Rossi's implication.

"Okay, where?"

Rossi said, "I'm downstairs from you."

A few minutes later, Griffith got into Rossi's car, who pointed to his shoulder: "Seat belt."

"Sorry." Griffith buckled up his seat belt. "Where are we going?"

"My secret base," Rossi said.Unlike Gideon, he prefers to enjoy life, so he always speaks with some unique humor.

"Although it's a bit too much to say that retirement is too much, but after understanding the spirit, have you thought about what to do next?"

Griffith shook his head.

Rossi glanced at him out of the corner of the eye and changed the subject appropriately.

So for the next hour's drive, Griffith was forced to listen to the basic knowledge and experience of fishing for an hour.He got out of the car in a daze, and began to wonder if he was thinking too much.

"Fishing rods are made of carbon fiber, very tough, and generally hard to break." Rossi took out the black bag and motioned for Griffith to carry another bag, "Let's go."

The temperature in the forest is more pleasant than the reinforced concrete city, Griffith looked down at his feet, for fear of tripping over the tree roots. Rossi looked at him and said meaningfully: "Sometimes you only pay attention to your feet, and you will ignore a lot of scenery."

Griffith was caught off guard and gulped down a mouthful of chicken soup, looking at him blankly.

Rossi walked away inscrutable.

The two came to the river one after the other, Rossi skillfully set up the support, Griffith silently took out the stool and sat down beside him.

The stream was gurgling, the reeds on the opposite bank moved slightly, and a gust of wind passed through it. Griffith and Rossi had an off-again, off-again chat, with lots of topics, but nothing relevant to what Griffith wanted to know. Griffith couldn't bear to ask a few times, but was interrupted by Rossi.

After another hour, Rossi said slowly, "Do you hate James?"

Griffith was taken aback.

Rossi said: "You know at first James did study you, because he was always guilty of his children. But then he gave up - he was always a soft-hearted person."

Griffith asked softly, "Really?"

Rossi laughed and said: "He is who you think he is, because at least that's the image he wants to leave in your heart. He loves you, Foster, even if he hurts you. However, it has nothing to do with me whether you forgive him or not."

Griffith laughed at his blunt statement.

"I know your life has changed a lot," Rossi said. "Do you find it easier to hate than to love?"

Griffith sighed: "I don't think it's easy."

Rossi frowned suddenly, and coaxed a child to say: "Hiss, what is this, it hit me." He muttered, and took out a familiar bracelet from his pocket.

Griffith's eyes widened: "How could you?"

It was something he had worn for many years and thought he would never find it again.

Rossi put it in his palm triumphantly: "It's back to you."

Griffith stared at the old letters for a while, and said, "You really look like James, that's how he gave me the bracelet."

The person he pursued persistently turned out to be just a shadow.

"You should have already made up your mind." Rossi looked at the new bracelet on his hand, "Then put it away."

"The victim's throat was slit and the entrails removed." Gideon crouched, Morgan's hand pressed against the wound through the glove.

"The smell of a hangover." Morgan wrinkled her nose. "It's exactly the same method, but this time she also cut off the earlobe. She firmly followed Jack the Ripper's crime. Why?"

Reid remembered the point: "In one letter, Jack the Ripper promised to cut off the earlobe of the next victim. He did, and he killed two people that day."

Gideon stood up. "She'll do it again before the day is over."

Emily cleared her throat, "Okay, so what do we know about female serial killers?"

"Basically it can be divided into two categories, one is calm, planned, murders men for money, and takes the time to get close to them." Morgan took off his gloves.

Reid continued: "There is another category, I think we need to deal with, which is the motive of killing due to delusion or fear, and lures men to have sex with him."

Gideon deduced: "The murderer in this case was organized and planned to commit crimes. She found male targets in bars, flirted with them, and then suggested that they could have a good night in the alley."

"We're going to those streets." Morgan looked serious.

"This was just delivered from the bureau." Bill came over with an evidence bag in his hand, which contained a letter.

Emily read it out: "Dear Boss, before that, I got rid of another person in the world."

"So many men, so little time, I hope you don't mind being messed with. They're so easy to bait."

It was a letter from the murderer.

"She's going to do it again tonight," Gideon told Bill firmly. "Keep an eye on the bars and disperse all the police on the streets."

"Spence?" Griffith said wearily. "Good evening."

Reid was a little strange: "Are you tired?"

Griffith was tired. Rossi's car ran out of gas, and he had to get down to push it.When I got home, I didn't even want to climb the stairs.

But after letting go of one thing on his mind, he was still very happy: "It's okay, how are you doing?"

"There's a breaking point," Reid said. "We're going to be on patrol tonight because the nightlife here is really great."

"New Orleans, that's what it's all about," Griffith said.

"You..." Reid hesitated to speak.

He wanted to say that we hadn't called yesterday, but felt that saying that would offend Griffith.

He has always felt that with the advanced communication technology, long-distance relationships are not so difficult, but facing the cold receiver, Reid really can't muster up the courage to speak out all his worries.

"I want to hug you," Reid said.

Griffith's laughter came through the receiver: "Well, hug."

He wanted to say that when you come back, I have one thing to tell you, that is, I like you very much.

He wanted to say that we should have a good talk, and we should talk about all the things that we dare not say.

But he just said: "I miss you very much, come back soon."

The author has something to say: it’s almost over, this time it’s real