Bruce didn't expect them to come to New York again so soon. It had been less than half a month since their last visit. Of course, the Warcraft offline event was in Brooklyn. This time, they were in Manhattan.
Of course, it was another case that required their entire team. There had been a series of shootings in New York City's subway station. There had been five in the past two weeks. All the attacks happened at noon. The victims were shot in the head. The murder weapon was a .22 caliber handgun. Garcia was with them this time. New York City's surveillance system would be of great help to the case. Of course, Garcia was a computer expert.
"Why can I only go out with you once every two years?" Garcia complained as he boarded the plane with his team members.
"Trust me, it's boring," Morgan said as he followed behind Garcia.
"Oh, yeah. It's like going to the spa in a five-star hotel. It's boring." Garcia took the luggage that Morgan helped to put it away.
"Remember the last time we boarded the plane, the champagne wasn't even frozen?" Prentiss smiled as he walked to a seat and sat down.
"Yeah, I almost quit at that time." Morgan seemed to be very serious about it.
"You can make fun of me all you want. I'm not leaving the plane." Garcia laughed.
Bruce couldn't help but laugh. As long as Garcia was there, the atmosphere would easily become relaxed and lively. This slightly chubby computer genius always had this ability.
Although they didn't receive any of the benefits mentioned above, BAU had always been envied by other departments in the field. There were all kinds of private planes and cars. The local police station was also required to fully cooperate with them. Although it wasn't the treatment of a five-star hotel, the food and accommodation were very good. Of course, they were so busy with the case that they didn't pay any attention to it.
When everyone was seated and the plane was ready to take off, Rossi picked up the photos on the table and looked at them. "These are the victims?"
"Everyone was killed in a completely different place. Hell's Kitchen, Murray Hill, the Lower East Side, Chinatown, East Harlem," Hotch replied.
"It's completely meaningless. There's no similarity in the victim research. There's no sexual assault, no robbery, and no geographical connection." Reid frowned. "Do the police have any clues?"
"The murderer kills a person almost every two days. The media is so busy, and everyone on the street is in danger." Hotch shook his head.
"Is this a joint operation between the FBI and the New York police?" Rossi asked.
Brosnan was also a little confused about this. This case was different from the previous ones. They were not selected by JJ to handle it. In fact, until now, he had not received the case information that JJ had prepared for each of them like in the past.
“Kate
Joyner went to the FBI's New York office. She's in charge of this case and called me directly. " Hotch explained, "Kate had an argument with the local detective, so she wanted to ask for help."
"Joyner, I know her. She's English, right?" Morgan interjected.
"Dual nationality. Her father is British and her mother is American. Before she joined the FBI, she was a big shot in the Scottish police force," Hotch replied.
"Why did I hear that she's a big trouble?" Morgan raised his eyebrows.
"I don't think so." Hotch looked at everyone.
"You know her?" Prentiss caught the key point.
"When she was still in the Scotland Yard, we were in contact."
"Is she good?" Rossi asked.
"We're lucky to be able to work with her on this case." Hotch nodded.
Wow, it was rare to hear Hotch say that about someone. It sounded like they had a good personal relationship. Bruce looked at the clouds outside the window. Thinking about Morgan's attitude, he felt a little disgusted with this woman whom he had never met before.
It didn't take long for them to reach their destination. They arrived at the Manhattan police station. They walked out of the elevator, and a blonde woman came out of the office to greet them.
"Is it just me, or does she really look like Haley?" Bruce asked Garcia when he saw JJ squinting his eyes and looking at the woman with a probing gaze. Garcia also looked at her carefully.
Haley was Hotch's ex-wife. They divorced a few months ago, and the custody of their son, Jack, was awarded to Haley because Hotch didn't have time to take care of him.
Bruce had never met Haley, but it was a little hard to understand why a woman would divorce such a capable and responsible man like Hotch. Although Hotch was undeniably busy with work, he spent most of his remaining time with his family. In the past, Hotch would always rush home early after work, but ever since Hotch's divorce, Bruce noticed that he was always frowning. Although he never showed his pain, he would stay in the office until late at night, as if he was trying to numb himself with work.
"Kate," Hotch greeted.
"Aaron, how's it going?" Joyner smiled.
"Good, thank you." Hotch introduced them. "This is my team, Kate.
Joyner, this is Da, Vid.
Rossi，Emily
Prentiss，Jennifer
Jareau，Penelope
Garcia，Derek
Morgan，Spencer
Reid and Bruce Jones. "
"Thank you for coming. If you need anything, just let me know. Don't worry about the rules and regulations. "Joyner nodded at them and spoke in her unique British accent.
It seemed that they were indeed close. They didn't just know each other by name. He had been working in BAU for a year, and some of his team members could only call each other by their surnames. Also, this was the first time he had seen Hotch introduce his team members by name.
Bruce looked at Joyner carefully. This was Hotch's type. She didn't seem particularly charming.
Wait, why was he paying attention to this? He wasn't interested in gossip like JJ, Emily, or Garcia.
Garcia asked to use the New York police's surveillance system, while Reid asked for a map of the borough. When Joyner introduced them to the detectives, the team members sensed that there was more than just a slight dispute between them. The detectives weren't very friendly to the team members either.
In any case, work had to start. Ignoring the slightly tense atmosphere, Bruce was about to go to the subway station with Morgan, when Hotch stopped him. "Jones, stay here with Reid and do the profiling."
Bruce was a little surprised. "Okay."
When he walked over to Reid, who was looking at the map, Bruce realized that Hotch was worried that his injury hadn't healed yet. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Hotch clearly knew that Bruce wasn't good at profiling at all. It would be hard for him to find the connection from just a few locations and clues like Reid.
After half an hour with Reid, Bruce was convinced that he couldn't keep up with Reid's train of thought and couldn't be of any help, so he simply went to Garcia. The truth was that Reid was a genius in every sense of the word. His IQ, his degree, and even more precious to Bruce was his unique way of thinking.
"Hey, Garcia." Bruce went to the place where Garcia was working. There were several screens above, showing the images taken by more than 4,000 cameras in the city.
"Why are you here?" Garcia was surprised.
"Obviously, the boss thought that my injury hadn't healed yet, so he left me here." Bruce shrugged. "Do you need any help?"
"Then we should be more cautious." Garcia nodded. "There are a lot of things. I pulled up all the surveillance cameras at the scene of the crime. We need to look at them one by one."
"Okay, got it. Observe the crowd. The Unsub may still be at the scene to observe the massacre he caused." Bruce sat down in front of the screen with a chair.
"Yes. Do your best, my prince."
After working in front of the screen for a few hours, Bruce rubbed his eyes tiredly. Although Garcia rarely went out to the field with them, as a technical analyst, she had a lot of work to do. Bruce looked at the chubby girl who was typing on the keyboard in front of the computer.
Well, although Garcia was already past the age of being called a girl, her usual lively and emotional behavior, as well as the way she dressed, all showed that she was a lively girl. She would change the color of her hair according to her mood, and she also preferred pink, which was more girly. She might not be beautiful, but she had her own charm. She always brought laughter and laughter to them. She was an indispensable part of the team, and this was not only reflected in her skills.
"The third image in the second row over there. Zoom in and back up for half a minute." Garcia's voice came.
Bruce moved his gaze away from Garcia, sat in front of the computer, and started typing on the keyboard.
"Yes, stop. It's here. Take a screenshot and find out the identity of this person. Then cross-check it with the criminal record."
Bruce did as she said.
"Oh, no, he's not here. We must have missed something. Let's look at something else." Garcia turned her head and said, "Bruce, why are you here? Where's the technician from the police station? "
"She just said she was going out to get some information."
"Oh, no." Garcia's expression was as if she had discovered a new continent. "Bruce, I didn't expect you to know this." She walked over and looked at Bruce as if she was looking at a rare animal. "I've seen your information. I remember you studied psychology in university?"
"Yes, psychology. But I can still teach myself." Bruce felt a little guilty when he said this.
In fact, this was a skill he learned in the reincarnation space. In the space, this kind of skill was not classified as a combat skill, but a kind of general knowledge skill. It could be instilled in one's mind by spending a certain amount of space currency. For example, the knowledge he was using now was called computer general knowledge in the space, which allowed him to understand various computer applications. However, in terms of programming, he probably only had the relevant knowledge of the required computer courses in university. In other words, although he knew how to use it, he did not know how to create it. He could only pretend for now, which was too far away from Garcia's level. This was what he learned when he met the Red Queen in the biochemical world. He wanted to adapt her program and install it on his own vehicle, but he found that he could not do it at all. He had overestimated this skill.
Another example was that he had learned the general knowledge of vehicle driving. In his mind, he had the driving knowledge of cars, trains, boats, planes, and so on. However, could he really drive? That was not necessarily true. Without practice, mistakes were inevitable. Just like when he bought a small plane in the space, he still had to repair it a few times before he could learn how to drive it.
"Wow, I'm impressed," Garcia said with a smile. Garcia laughed and said, "You're a field officer, yet you know these things? Are you trying to make me lose my job?"
"No, Queen Garcia, I'm still far away. You can't be replaced."
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