[CM] THE CASE

The only misfortune in life is one's own incompetence. ——Wang Xiaobo

"you're awake."

Reid's consciousness was still stuck in that warm and weird dream just now, which made him show a bit of inappropriate trance, and Hankle's eyebrows were furrowed immediately.

Thanks to his useless son, Hankle was familiar with the trance and hated it.Annoyed, he pulled up Reid's sleeve, and sure enough, he saw the pinhole.

"You're pathetic!" Hankle pushed Reid hard, and the wooden chair made a screeching noise against the floor.

"You are pathetic! Just like my cowardly and incompetent son!"

Reid's hand made a resisting movement, but unfortunately he had no strength, and it had no effect.

Hankle turned on the camera, grabbed Reid's hair, and punched it down.

Griffith was trying to convince Hotch, who had just returned, to rescue Reid, when the computer screen lit up. Garcia let out a short, terrified scream: "Oh God! Reid!"

Reid was severely beaten by this punch, and the experience of the past few days made him even more haggard. JJ couldn't dare to associate their smart and witty little doctor with the scarred man in front of him.

Griffith's fingers wrapped around his bracelet, forgetting even about the argument with Hotch.He kept fiddling with the letters, as if praying for peace.

Hankle pulled Reid's chair down, and Reid quickly twitched crazily, foam overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and the sound of difficult breathing was amplified countless times through the stereo.

Morgan punched the door hard enough to gouge it through.He yanks Griffith away from Hotch and snarls at Hotch, "What the fuck are you thinking?! Reid is dying! That son of a bitch is killing Reid! You want us on standby! We fucking know he's on Where is it! God damn why don't we go!"

Garcia didn't dare to look at the computer, this was the first time, fear held her neck tightly, making her unable to lift her head.

"That's Reid!" she screamed with tears in her eyes. "He's going to die!"

Reid's twitching gradually weakened, and his chest stopped heaving like a fragile slab.

"He's not dead, it's just shock...he's not going to die," Griffith said to himself.

If it wasn't for the bracelet tightly strangling his flesh, he wouldn't look abnormal.

JJ covers her mouth and Emily wraps her arms around her gently.

"Let's go." Gideon said, "Notify the police station and ask them to send a group of people to follow us."

The howling siren is like a sharp knife, piercing the tranquility of the countryside.

Morgan rubbed his hand down the gun from time to time, and changed four sitting positions within one minute. The small space in the co-pilot's seat seemed not enough for him to play to his full potential. Hotch looked at him from the side of the road, wishing to use his eyes apart.

Griffith's cell phone rang.

Two pairs of eyes in the front row stared at him from the mirror.

Griffith bit the bullet and connected: "Griffith."

On the other end was Garcia's crying voice: "Reid is alive!"

"What? Wait, I'm going to open..."

"Reid's alive! Hankle saved him! He's torturing Reid!" Garcia cried, "Listen!"

There was a meaningless murmur, and then they heard Reid's weak voice say, "Raphael."

Morgan held out his hand: "The phone."

Griffith shoved the phone into his hand, and Morgan said into the microphone, "How's Reid, baby?"

"He's not good... For God's sake, save him! He's really not good!"

"Shhh - calm down, calm down, good girl." Morgan said softly, although the murderous look on his face was about to frost, "We'll rescue him, just wait for us."

"Morgan... Derek, bring him back... please..." Garcia broke down in tears. "Reid! My God, we can't lose him!"

"We're not going to lose him," Hotch chimed in. "The BAU isn't going to lose a single member."

"Did you hear that? Don't worry." Morgan smiled vaguely. Garcia couldn't tell what emotion he was in, but she was obviously appeased, and hung up the phone with sobs.

Griffith heaved a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in his heart was lifted off, and he couldn't restrain the gushing anger anymore.

"When will we be there?" Morgan asked.

"Within ten minutes," Hotch replied.

It took them just five minutes to find the spot, and Hotch led the charge into the cemetery. Hankle is not deaf, so such a big movement can't be hidden from him. Morgan's dick was firmly pressed against Reid's temple when he kicked in the door.

"Satan's Army." Hankle's voice was grim, and no one knew who he was—Charles or Raphael?

"Drop your weapon!" Morgan yelled at him, the first black muzzle pointed at him, and if he trembled, he could be smashed into a sieve.

Griffith was at the end of the line, and no one was paying attention to him.He never chased, An Anxin followed the footsteps of the team, whenever you turned around, you could see his pale smile.

However, at this moment, there was no smile in his eyes.

"I will never give in to the devil." Hankle said proudly.In the next second, just nodding his head, his brows were full of hostility: "Get out!"

Both personalities are too strong, they can only start with the weak Tobias. Gideon put away his gun, showing his innocence: "Tobias? I want to talk to you."

Hankle glared at him fiercely: "Get away! I know what you devils are planning on my son!"

Gideon didn't hear it. "Tobias, I know you're there. You saved Reid, right? You don't want him dead."

Hankle's eyebrows twitched: "Old man, get out! Full of lies!"

"You dare not fight them, they are stronger than you, they can overwhelm you, enslave you, force you to do things you don't want to do. Those things are wrong, they are all wrong, God will not forgive you, you He is a sinner."

Hankle was shaking with anger, and Morgan, who was closest to him, could almost hear him grinding his teeth.

"God? What the hell do you know about God! You talk about God?"

"You know he's wrong, you know that."

"Parents are always right!" Hankle growled.

"Your father was wrong." Gideon said flatly, "We all make mistakes, he just happened to be your father."

"Shut up! Shut up! Honor your father! Have you forgotten!"

"He is not worthy of your respect, he is not a good father."

"Shut up! I'll kill him!"

"Murder is a felony, you know."

"But killing the enemy is not." Hankle said grimly.

"You know we are not enemies, you know what is right and what is wrong." Gideon sighed, "Tobias, you always knew. Now you have the power to choose, no one will hurt you, your father is dead. "

The word "death" shattered Hankle's mind like a nuclear bomb.The muscles in his face twitched nervously, struggling like a monster in human skin.

Everyone's nerves are on the small trigger, hoping that man can defeat the monster.

But Tobias is not a warrior. His sword is rusted and his shield is broken. How could he defeat the monster?

Hankle's eyes gradually calmed down, Reid was too familiar with this look: "Tobias?"

Hearing this, Tobias' eyes fell on his face, tenderly like a feather that refused to leave.

"Excuse me," he said, "Honorapatrumtuum."

Morgan's pupils contracted sharply.

"boom--"

Blood was spilled on the ground.

Reid's throat rolled subconsciously, swallowing a glob of liquid.He thought it was saliva, but his mouth was filled with an unfamiliar smell of rust.The smell went all the way down the esophagus into his empty stomach, causing a spasm.

Hankle's body was on his shoulders, and Morgan and Emily and the other cops scrambled to lift him off and then to Reid.The rest of the group looked back, Griffith's gun was still smoking.

His hands were shaking, so badly that the gun fell in the dirt, and Griffith bent down to pick it up, but Hotch stopped him.

"You go to rest, leave this place to us." Hotch simply ordered. Griffith didn't say yes or no, but his legs seemed to be stuck in the mud until Gideon came up and patted him.

"Go." The old detective said, "Let's go back to the car."

Reid is distraught at the mercy of the medical staff.

He killed people, a doctor with a gun.He didn't feel much that time, because he made the most correct choice in that scene.

But Hankle was too close to him.

Death was too close to him.

The nurse wiped the blood off his face—his and Tobias'. Reid looked up to thank her with a smile, and the nurse returned a look that was both sympathetic and shy.

Hotch is handling the follow-up, and Morgan has time to check on him: "How's it going, boy?"

"I want to see Tobias," Reid said.

Morgan stuck: "What?"

Reid bit his lower lip and looked at him intently.

Morgan persisted for ten seconds, then turned to the doctor and asked, "How is he now?"

"The trauma has been dealt with. It's nothing serious. The main reason is lack of sleep and nutrition. Just hang a bottle of glucose for him later."

"Then come with me."

Reid stood up under the blanket.

He followed Morgan into the nightmare cabin and saw Tobias' body being carried into a body bag and they were about to zip it up.

"Wait." Reid called out to them, "I...I want to see him."

The CSI colleagues looked at each other, Morgan gestured to them, and they left.

Morgan tactfully gave him plenty of space.He leaned against the door frame and saw Reid squatting down, straightening Tobias' blood-stained hair, and then straightening the skirt of his shirt.

Reid had definitely been abused, but Tobias had been the one to help him. Morgan couldn't imagine how complicated Reid's feelings for Tobias were, so much so that in the end, he actually asked to sort out Tobias's remains by himself.

Reid didn't stay for long, when he stood up, he hugged himself tightly, it seemed extremely cold.

"Okay, let's go back and not delay their work." Morgan put his arm on his shoulder.

Reid nodded.

"Go back and hang a bottle of water. Hotch insists that you stay in the hospital for an overnight check-up. I can help you pack your luggage. The plane will return to Quantico tomorrow afternoon. After that, you will have a two-day holiday. You can rest at home unless Hotch dies. The phone rings..."

Reid listened to each other, and the small glass bottle in the palm of his hand seemed to never be warm.

The author has something to say: the update is every Thursday, last week was too busy, there were a lot of Deadlines, so I didn't update, sorry

Why do other people's college stay up late to play games, but mine stay up late to do homework QAQ