[CM] THE CASE

I already have the love of my life, you can't imagine how strong I am now. ——"Wild Love"

"Good morning," Jason said. Griffith opened his eyes and tilted his head in the direction of the voice.

There was something about dying in his unfocused eyes and stiff movements. Jason turned a blind eye to this: "Did you sleep well last night?"

not good at all.It is impossible for any hostage to get a peaceful sleep without the effect of drugs. Griffith had a sleepless night.He didn't know his situation, and keeping a high degree of vigilance for a long time made his spirit extremely exhausted, but he didn't dare to really fall asleep.He can only find things to do for himself.

Jason arranged a room for him.The bed he lay on was soft, the room smelled of lavender for sleeping, and Jason even prepared a bedtime story for him.

"I'm right next door to you," he said, "pull this if you need something." He shoved a rope into Griffith's hand, as considerate as a hospitable host.

"Good night," he said, closing the door for Griffith.

The sound of the door was not from the same direction as they came in. Jason's room had a small door with him, like a baby's room. Griffith lay quietly for a while, making sure there was no movement next door before getting up and groping in the room.He was surprised to find that there were very few things in the room, and there were no fragile items. The corners of all the furniture were wrapped with sponges to prevent collisions.

No, to prevent him from committing suicide.

Griffith did it carefully, he didn't dare to make any noise, he finished investigating his cell, lay down again, and began to analyze the situation.

He was probably the one who sent the text message, and he knew a lot more about him than previously guessed.He dared to kidnap FBI agents, and his actions were meticulous without any omissions, which can prove his rationality and calmness.He must have some kind of power that makes him feel confident.

Griffith pulled out all the details of today and analyzed them in his mind.So much is happening today and so little information is available.As his sanity faltered, Griffith couldn't help thinking of the two of them.

One is James and the other is Reid.

He thought of James being woken up by his screams in the middle of the night, and hugging him in a daze; he thought of Reid's arms around him, firm and trembling.The former would drop a light kiss on the forehead before going to bed, and the latter would give him a revealing touch, citing mistletoe as an excuse.And when he loses the former, Reid grabs his hand, and that kiss, that hug, their involvement in each other's lives changes the flavor.

Griffith couldn't help but spend a lot of time thinking about it - it would give him a moment's escape from a situation he couldn't control.

It was dawn, and Griffith couldn't feel it.Light was meaningless to him, and Griffith didn't wake up from his drowsy state until the door lock clicked lightly.

Jason moved closer; the heat of his breath hit Griffith's forehead, and he ducked away, hairs all over his body.

Jason paused.

Griffith held his breath, afraid that this move would offend the other party.Because no matter how calm a lunatic is, he is still a lunatic, and a lunatic never makes sense.

"I won't force you," Jason said.There was an artificial tenderness in his voice, and Griffith could smell danger in it.

"Breakfast is ready," he continued. "I don't know if you like bacon and fried eggs. I'm good at cooking. You must like it."

Griffith remained silent.

"Also, today's two questions are refreshed." Jason said with a smile, "Within 24 hours, the expiration will not stack up. Now, it's time to get up, little slob."

This is not right, very wrong.

The intimacy in his words was too much. Griffith couldn't ignore it.He must have been deeply immersed in his fantasies, which shows that his so-called "unforced" limits are very limited.

Griffith stood up as he thought about it. Jason gave him a hand, but Griffith didn't let go of his hand.

Jason was pleased by his submission, but Griffith felt like someone had a stone in his stomach.

He just hoped that his colleagues could find him quickly—or, could he send a message to the outside world?

Reid washed his face with cold water. Morgan knocked on the bathroom door, urging him to start the conference call. Reid agreed and looked at the person in the mirror.

His long hair was wet, and the black shadows under his eyes were so thick that even he couldn't stand it.

Morgan waited for a while, Reid opened the door and looked up at him: "Let's go."

Morgan hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say it.At that moment, he seemed to see a certain kind of determination and invincibility in this big boy.

Hotch and Emily waited over there.They briefly described their discoveries and exchanged information at hand. Garcia's guess made Reid frown: "You mean James Griffith?"

Gideon's eyes sharpened instantly.

"If so, you should find out what happened to him that year," Reid said.

"Dave and I will be looking into this," Gideon said, giving them no time to react. Reid gave him a look, not understanding why Gideon was so resistant to their access to James' case.

Morgan knocked on the table: "What clues does the phone have?"

"I found a small piece of software," Garcia said, "it hasn't been fully restored, and the data in it is unclear. He used a self-destruct program and started it up. I looked at it, and it should be used to copy emails and phone calls. "

"I remember hackers usually leave signatures, can you look for them?" Morgan asked.

"Things that are so obvious should be eliminated first." Garcia denied, "But I can try."

"Please." Morgan changed his tone, blatantly teasing their technicians under the eyes of the two bosses.The technician tried his best to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, and trimmed his hair pretending to be reserved.

Gideon couldn't stand it anymore, coughed twice heavily.

Just then, JJ's phone call came in.She spoke in a hurry, and the background sound was a bit noisy, presumably she was on the street.

"I met my source," JJ said. "He recognized the pendulum clock."

"It's the work of a new artist who has just become popular in the circle. The sale is directly from his studio. I got the address and phone number, and I'm on my way." JJ continued, "I'll let you know if there's any news. "

Hotch nodded: "Okay, let me know if you need help."

"Yes, sir." JJ hung up the phone.

Then Reid's phone rang.He glanced at it and felt that the number looked familiar.

For someone with a photographic memory like his, familiarity is graded.Some information is just glanced at inadvertently, so the impression is very shallow when you see it again, or even no impression at all.If it is something that has not been seen for a long time, then the impression will be deeper, and it belongs to the type of "I have seen it, but I can't remember it".If he had memorized it on purpose, the probability of not remembering it would be very low, and it would take a little time at most.

And the familiarity of this number happens to be the second type.

In the middle of the meeting, although he was a little curious, it was inconvenient to pick up, so he hung up directly.However, before he put his phone away, the second call came in again.

Reid held the phone and looked at Gideon innocently.

The Hotch seemed to sigh: "Go ahead, let's pause."

Reid walked out of the room with his cell phone not ringing.

"Hey?"

"S... Spencer?"

Reid frowned, his voice was very familiar, and he seemed to have heard it recently.

His brain searched around, and finally remembered: "Ray?"

Ray is very close to the microphone, and the sound of breathing is collected, and after long-distance radio transmission, it is blurred into indistinguishable noises.

"I-I mean, I remember where I've seen him before," Ray stammered, "But don't tell me, okay?"

he?

Reid clenched his empty hand subconsciously: "Who?"

"It's the guy you... met at the party."

Ray met Griffith?

Reid felt his hair stand on end: "What did you say?"

Ray was taken aback, he hesitated and explained everything he knew.

As a standard technical geek, he has never left the computer since he became acquainted with programming in university, and now works as a programmer in a technology company.Before getting a job, he also repaired computers for extra money.Then one day, he got a call.

"That guest was weird," Ray said. "He called me and asked me to go there himself. It's not surprising that the desktop computer is not easy to carry. But his house is not big, but one room is locked. .The computer is placed in the living room, and it feels like it was placed there temporarily.”

"He doesn't want you to see anything else." Reid stroked his chin. "And then?"

"Then," Ray seemed to tremble, "then I went to the bathroom, and when I was about to go back, I found that there was an extra person in the room."

"They seemed to be arguing, and the sound was very loud. I didn't dare to go out, so I sat on the toilet and wanted to wait until they stopped arguing before going out. But I accidentally opened the mirror. There was a photo on the back of the mirror, and that photo was -"

"...It's Griffith," Reid said. "He gave me the address, and he asked me to keep it secret because he was threatened afterwards. I suggest to inquire secretly, and don't startle the snake."

Morgan suggested: "You can pretend to be a worker and take a look."

"That's fine, ask the police to cooperate." Reid said.

"Okay." Hotch nodded and looked at the time, "Come here first, the meeting is over."

The author has something to say: The first month of school is too busy to update. I just saw a comment saying that it is under review, but everything seems to be ok?What did I miss QAQ

I will try my best to restore the weekly update, and give a big congratulations to the babies who have been waiting so hard~

PS: Does anyone remember Ray?