After a day of work, Bruce walked out of the headquarters and saw a car parked in front of him. Seeing that even the car had a unique and cute style, Bruce immediately guessed who it was.
The window rolled down and the blonde woman said with a slightly playful voice, "Get in the car, Bruce." It was Garcia.
Bruce was about to open the door when he thought of another question, "Wait, Penelope, are you inviting me to spend Valentine's Day with you? Where's Kevin? "Kevin was Garcia's current boyfriend and also a technician in the FBI.
"I'm going to have dinner with Kevin. The restaurant isn't far from your house, so I think I can send you back first. Or do you have any special plans today?" Garcia patted the passenger seat and gestured for Bruce to get in.
Bruce looked at her and said, "Okay." He opened the door and got in. When he put on his seat belt, he asked again, "Are you sure you know the address?"
"Of course. Although I haven't been there before, I've done a thorough investigation on the last case. I've even done a thorough investigation on the previous owners," Garcia said proudly when talking about his field of expertise.
Oh, thank you for reminding me that the house used to be a murder scene. Bruce smiled faintly and said, "Then do I have the honor of inviting my friend to my house? I also made a special design based on the red pattern left in the house from the last case. "A red pattern left behind by blood.
"No need," Garcia said quickly. "Uh, I mean, I'm glad you invited me. But I don't think I have time recently. You know how busy we are."
"I'm kidding. I didn't leave that kind of thing." Seeing that Garcia was still not interested, Bruce understood. He remembered that she didn't even want to look at the slightly bloody crime scene photos. He asked, "So, what do you want to say to me? Since you can't wait to get me in the car. "
Garcia looked straight ahead, but Bruce easily noticed her uneasiness from her hands on the steering wheel and her slightly twisting body. "I … I have to say that I'm sorry, Bruce. I was just too curious."
Bruce leaned his elbows on the car door and rested his cheek on his hand. He tilted his head to look at Garcia. "What?"
"That bunch of flowers …" Garcia's words were a little messy. "Well, I'm a little worried about the source of that bunch of flowers … so …"
Bruce immediately understood what she was trying to say. He said helplessly, "That bouquet of flowers was signed. Do you think Hotch is the kind of person who wouldn't investigate after receiving a gift from an unknown person?" In other words, she could come up with a worse excuse.
"Alright, I'm sorry, Bruce." Garcia took a deep breath and said, "I know I shouldn't have done this. This morning, I heard Emily and JJ talking about hyacinths as your favorite flower. It reminded me of something from the past …" The car stopped at a red light. Garcia looked around but didn't dare to meet Bruce's eyes.
“That’s
all
Right, "Bruce said in an emotionless tone. He was about to say something else when Garcia interrupted him.
"I know I shouldn't pry into your privacy. I'm very, very, very sorry," Garcia said quickly. "But according to my conjecture, I checked the transaction records of the florist where the bouquet of flowers came from and found out that the credit card used to make the payment was yours." After she finished speaking, she took a deep breath and carefully glanced at Bruce. "Are you angry, Bruce?"
Bruce wanted to scare her with a straight face, but when he saw her nervous look, he smiled helplessly and said, "It's okay." Although he was a little uncomfortable, he was far from being angry.
"Really? You're not angry with me?" Garcia showed a big smile. Her voice and body language expressed her joy. She even wanted to open her arms and give Bruce a hug. Unfortunately, she was wearing a seatbelt and couldn't do it.
"If you don't start driving, we'll have to wait for the next green light." Bruce gestured to the empty road ahead. There was still a horn behind the car.
"Okay, okay." Garcia started the car. As they weaved in and out of the traffic, she asked again, "So, is it true? White hyacinth, I Googled its flower language … "
"Are you asking me if I love him?" Bruce seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze became distant. "Yes, I love him," he said in a soft voice.
“Oh。” Although she had guessed it, Garcia still let out a sound that was unclear whether it was a sigh or a surprise. "Actually, when you saw Hotch being blown up in the New York case, I felt that you seemed to be paying more attention to Hotch. I also saw that you were reading that post. Seriously, is that a reference? Then you told me that you like men and not women …"
Although Bruce didn't deliberately hide it, he felt that he didn't reveal anything. "You're almost qualified to be a profiler, Ms. Garcia." He didn't expect Garcia to be the first to discover it. Probably because no one else thought about it.
"Well, I'm working with a group of excellent profilers. I should at least learn a little something," Garcia said proudly. When they were about to reach their destination, she seemed to have thought of something. "But are you sure Hotch understands the meaning of this flower? If I didn't look it up on the Internet, I wouldn't know at all. "
"He probably doesn't know …" Bruce was a little helpless. "I received a message from him at noon, thanking me for the flowers."
"Hahaha." Garcia was overjoyed. She parked the car on the road not far from Bruce's house. "Why didn't you just give him the roses?"
"Then he'll receive a shock this holiday." Bruce was sure that Hotch didn't think about it at all.
"Do you think he won't be shocked when he finds out the meaning of this flower one day?"
"At least he'll be mentally prepared?" Bruce wasn't sure.
"Well, do you want to bet on when he'll find out? Half a month? A month or even longer? Do you want me to pretend that I didn't mean to remind him? "Bruce felt that she was watching a good show.
"There's no need, Penelope. Let this be a secret? I don't want anyone to find out from you. " Bruce thought about how she wasn't good at hiding her feelings. He had a headache, but he still said it to her seriously.
"Okay, of course, I won't tell anyone." Garcia put her hand in front of her mouth and made a gesture to keep quiet.
"Well then, thank you for sending me back. Happy Valentine's Day, and I wish you a wonderful night." Bruce said goodbye to Garcia, got out of the car and walked towards his house.
On the road outside his house, Bruce met the neighbor's little girl, Emma. She seemed to be taking a walk with her big dog. He smiled and said hello to her, but the little girl just glanced at him and walked in the other direction.
Bruce felt a little strange. The first time they met, she was very enthusiastic and called each other princess and knight. She even went to his yard to look at the camellias. However, he didn't know why she didn't even greet him when they met again. She turned her head away whenever she saw him.
However, he couldn't make everyone like him, let alone a child who was the most difficult creature to understand. Bruce didn't take it to heart. He shook his head and walked into his house. However, when he casually made dinner for himself and finished eating, the sky was already dark. When he saw the little girl was still walking alone with her dog on the road outside his house, Bruce felt something was wrong.
He walked out of the door and stopped the little girl who was passing by. He showed a gentle smile and said, "Emma, why are you here alone so late?" He looked at the house next door and found that there was no light. "Where are your parents? Do you need help calling them? "
The girl looked at Bruce and took a step back. "Dad received a call and went out. He's a doctor, so he's always busy." When Emma said this, she looked a little sad.
"What about your mother?" Bruce slowed down his voice, afraid that he would scare the girl.
"Ruth isn't my mother. My mother passed away a long time ago. She was hired by my father to take care of me." The girl sniffed. Bruce felt that she was about to cry. "She asked for leave today, but my father forgot about it and left me alone at home."
"I'm sorry. Didn't you call him?" Bruce squatted down so that he was at eye level with the girl.
"He didn't answer the phone. He said that he couldn't answer the phone during surgery, but I don't want to be alone at home." The girl's voice was choked with sobs.
"Then …" Bruce felt a headache coming on. He recalled the few experiences he had when he coaxed a child. "Do you want to come to my house to play? Although I don't have any toys, I'm good at making desserts. Do you like desserts? Or can I tell you a story? We can leave a message for your father. "
Emma thought about it and agreed. She took out her mobile phone and dialed her father's voice mail. After leaving a message for her father, she looked at Bruce with her big dog and asked, "Can Gina come with us?"
Bruce looked at the big dog, which almost reached his hips, and then looked at the girl's slightly pitiful expression. "Of course, we can play with Gina."
After making sure that the girl had eaten dinner, Bruce took her to the kitchen to make desserts. Of course, he had moved the knife to a higher position and was very careful when he needed to use it. However, he still couldn't avoid the flour and sugar scattering everywhere, especially when there was a big dog that only knew how to make trouble. After putting the desserts that the girl made into the oven, he took the girl and the big dog to explore the house. He saw that the dog's footprints with flour were everywhere on his wooden floor.
After finally eating the freshly baked dessert, although the taste was average, the girl was very happy because she made it herself. Listening to the gentle music, the girl said that she wanted to listen to a bedtime story. Bruce secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at the girl's sleeping face on the sofa and covering her with a blanket, Bruce planned to tell her tomorrow that she needed to be vigilant when dealing with unfamiliar people. Although he didn't mean to hurt her, it was not a good thing that the girl left with him so easily.
Probably because he loved her, Bruce was always very patient with girls of this age.
When it was almost midnight, the doorbell of Bruce's house finally rang. When he opened the door, he saw that it was his neighbor, the girl's father, Asa Lawrence. He expressed his gratitude to Bruce and quietly picked up his daughter.
Looking at the back of Asa holding his daughter, Bruce slightly frowned. He seemed to smell a very faint smell of blood.
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