[CM] THE CASE

The family is not only the residence of the body, but also the sustenance of the soul. ——Rie

Reid sighed.

Facing Elle's closed door, he saw her sad smile.

None of them can help.Even if the Fisher King was executed, Elle still couldn't get out of the shadow of that night.

"It's impossible," Gideon once said. "If she doesn't recover, staying at BAU will only be her torture."

But Reid doesn't want Elle to leave.He has very few friends, he was the target of bullying when he was a teenager, and the whole school was waiting to see his jokes, so he had to study hard, hoping to get out of the nightmarish campus life as soon as possible.He didn't have a few sincere friends until he met Gideon and entered BAU.He doesn't want to lose any of them.

Reid sighed and decided to visit his new friend.

As the second person to be consoled tonight, Griffith's appearance is really not suitable for receiving guests.Not to mention the messy hair, the shirt was also crumpled, probably because he wore the shirt directly to sleep.After opening the door, he asked Reid in a daze, "Is there something wrong?"

Seeing that his clothes were disheveled, Reid felt that it was impolite to stare at him, so he looked down at the carpet: "Oh, I heard that you fainted today, I... I'll come and see you."

"Well, thanks, I'm fine," Griffith said. "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

He was meant to be polite, but Reid happily said, "Thank you," and squeezed into the room without waiting for Griffith to respond.

Griffith had to do a hasty haircut, trying not to be so rude.

Reid saw the bowl of oatmeal and the transcript next to it at a glance, and asked, "Are you having dinner?"

"Well, it could be a late night snack too," Griffith smiled, "I just woke up."

"Why did you suddenly faint today? I thought you just had a cold."

"It was indeed a cold," Griffith said helplessly. "I had a low-grade fever at the time. The doctor said it was caused by too much emotion."

Reid's face suddenly became strange: "What were you doing at that time?"

"...ready to do geographic profiling."

"Pfft! Cough, sorry, I shouldn't have laughed..."

"It's okay, you can laugh if you want."

"Sorry," Reid took a moment to adjust his expression, "so you, are you okay?"

"Well, thank you for coming to see me."

"You're welcome," Reid smiled brightly, "We're friends."

Griffith stopped stirring the oatmeal and looked up at him.

Reid thought he had said something wrong, reached out and scratched his hair, and quickly made amends: "Uh, sorry, I..."

"It's okay, don't apologize," Griffith said, "I am, and it's an honor to be your friend, Reid."

Reid blinked quickly - this is the first time anyone has said that to him, although it is more polite, but...

Griffith's eyes are relatively large, and he looks full of sincerity at all times, even if it's a polite remark, it's very sweet to listen to.

Reid rarely accepts the kindness of his peers, which seems to be the case with talented teenagers, so Griffith is special to him.

He felt a slight ripple in his heart.

Griffith fed himself a mouthful of porridge, felt a little cold, and suddenly lost his appetite, so he put down the spoon and asked, "Can you tell me about today's situation?"

Reid was taken aback: "Well, today we mainly interviewed the victim, and we made a few important discoveries. The unknown person acted confidently on the phone, but he was unconfident immediately, and even lacked confidence. I think he conducted Rehearsal, but inherently inferior and cowardly."

"It's normal. He covered his face and didn't kill him."

"He treated the murder process like a date. The victim said that the unknown person knew them very well and knew what they were thinking."

Griffith frowned: "Sounds like a stalker, but with such a large number of victims and such a high frequency, it is impossible to understand such details."

"We think he looks kind and worthy of the victim's sincerity." Reid pinched the bridge of his nose, looking very distressed. "However, despite the profile, we still have no obvious progress."

Griffith took out a blank piece of paper: "This is very strange. It stands to reason that girls in seminary schools don't have many opportunities to meet the opposite sex, and their social relationships are relatively simple. It shouldn't be so difficult to find." He drew a circle on the paper, and then drew another A circle of separation: "And his second batch of victims, women in their 30s, live alone, single, and have a successful career. Such people must have a strong sense of self-prevention, and it is not easy to gain trust."

Reid leaned in Griffith's direction: "The difficulty has increased."

"No, that's not what I want to talk about, I think," Griffith's pen nib wandered between the two circles, "what is the overlap in the social relationship between these two groups?"

"Uh, social networking sites?"

"It's a direction of investigation." Griffith drew a line between the two circles.

"But some of them don't like social networking sites." Reid recalls, "especially seminary students. Besides, the second group of victims is very private and generally does not disclose private information on social networking sites, even if there is It is also anonymous, and no detailed information can be traced."

Griffith crossed the line and put forward the next hypothesis: "What about workers in the service industry such as couriers and taxi drivers?"

Reid shook his head and said: "No, they are usually not allowed to enter the home. Moreover, the school immediately sealed off the campus after the attack to prohibit these outsiders from entering."

Griffith puts a second cross.

Reid flipped through the information casually: "By the way, we can publish the profile tomorrow morning, should I first..."

His words were swallowed in half - Griffith fell asleep on the table.

Reid stood up silently.He took the pen out of Griffith's hand and tried to poke him in the face.

...so soft.

Griffith didn't respond. Reid tested the temperature with his hand, it was still hot.

"The fever hasn't subsided yet, you really care about your work." Reid muttered in a low voice, leaning over and hugging the Asian youth. Griffith frowned, but his neck was weak, and he leaned against Reid's shoulder.

Not a few steps away from the bed, Reid walked very slowly, not because he couldn't hold him, but because he was afraid of waking Griffith up.Reid carefully put Griffith down until his shins hit the edge of the bed.Seeing that Griffith showed no sign of waking up, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In other words, the little doctor seemed to have forgotten that he could wake up Griffith first and let him go to bed by himself.

As soon as Griffith's head touched the pillow, his body curled up into a ball, like a cat napping by the fireplace. Reid knew it was a sign of insecurity, but he still found it cute.

With a delicate mood, Reid covered Griffith with the quilt and left quietly.

"Pregnant?"

Griffith frowned.

Already the next afternoon, Griffith's fever subsided, and he voluntarily reported to the bureau. Almost all BAU members were present, but Hotch was not there, maybe Shelly's home was too far away.

"Well, that would explain the change in the victim pattern." Morgan sat on the stool. "He chose young girls who were extremely religious first because they wouldn't get abortions."

Elle dropped the file: "So after Shelly committed suicide, he changed his target to women who wanted to get pregnant."

Gideon looked at the victims on the glass panel: "The suspect knew that Shelly Norvell committed suicide, which means he was still looking at his original victims."

Griffith closed the profile that he had just read, and said, "With so many people, if he monitors them one by one, won't he lack energy?"

"We still don't know how he found the victim. If it was the same channel for monitoring, it might not take too much effort." Reid said.

"Elle, you told Callahan..." Gideon turned back, "Elle?"

Elle didn't know what she was thinking and didn't answer.

This kind of dazed situation often appeared in Griffith, and Elle rarely lost her mind at work. Reid couldn't help but glanced at her, Morgan and Griffith both sensed something was wrong and looked at Elle one after another.

"Elle!"

Elle shook her head slightly, as if hit by something, then turned to Gideon.

"Tell Callahan to get someone to monitor the previous victims," ​​Gideon ordered.

"receive."

Elle nodded and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Reid watched Elle go away worriedly. Morgan stood up and walked to Elle's original position, drawing Reid's attention back: "Have you ever encountered something like this before?"

"Gray Heidnick, Philadelphia." Reid collected himself. "He locked his victims in dungeons for years in order to impregnate them."

"Heidnick is a sadist," Gideon dismissed Reid without looking back. "He tortured the women and ended up eating one of them. It's a rights-affirming rapist."

Griffith gripped the file tightly, feeling a little sick.

"So in this guy's twisted mind, it's still a love story?" Morgan said sarcastically.

"Of course," Gideon said, "he's starting a family."

There are photos everywhere, on the table, on the mirror, on the wall, on the door of the cabinet... Some of them were secretly taken by him, the pixels are not high, and only the elegant curves of the women's bodies can be seen clearly. Their every move seems to be living beside him.

His greedy eyes slowly scanned each face, and finally settled on a small piece of mirror between the photos.The women smiled subconsciously, but they didn't know that there was such a pair of evil eyes peeping behind them.

Family, what a wonderful word.

he thought in a daze.

A man, a woman, a child, a house.They watched TV together, argued over what to have for dinner, taught their children how to read, played in the back garden...

Children, most importantly children.

He laughed foolishly.

The crystallization of love, the hope of blood extension, who doesn't want a child?

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