The FBI Academy was next door to their office building,
There was a hospital there. It could be said that it was next door,
The academy covered a large area,
It was surrounded by forests,
There were all kinds of training facilities, and there was even a simulation city,
For the students to practice.
The driving car was very quiet,
Bruce sat in the passenger seat,
Looking at the scenery outside the window,
He was still thinking about how to save his image,
This self-harming hat was almost impossible to remove from his head.
How could he explain that he just needed a little pain to dispel some inexplicable sense of unreality. As long as Hotch came to the office two minutes later,
He would definitely see him in perfect condition. No, if he said that he felt that this world was not real,
It would be even more problematic.
"Are you missing this place? I remember that you graduated from the academy, "Hotch, who was driving, asked.
The FBI would recruit a lot of people every year. There were elites from all industries, and as long as they were not clerical or technical,
Most of them would study in the academy for a period of time,
At least to catch up on firearms and combat classes.
Bruce studied here for half a year. His goal was BAU. Other than firearms and combat,
There was also criminal psychology,
But he either had a very good foundation for these, or he had already learned the relevant content in university, so he passed it quickly,
The most troublesome part was the shocking 560-hour profiling training course. Moreover, BAU was also a well-known elite department in the bureau,
The rate of solving cases was extremely high,
The mission also involved various situations, and the recruitment requirements were also terrifyingly high. At least in the version he saw at that time, it was best to have an understanding of interrogation, negotiation, torture, and so on, and it was best to be proficient in at least one foreign language. In order to be able to enter BAU, he took all these courses.
"... actually, it's not that. This place only reminds me of the fear of being dominated by learning." Bruce recalled for a moment and said with lingering fear, "At that time, I was studying for 18 hours a day, which was half a year."
"Learning so many courses in half a year proves your excellence." Hotch tilted his head and glanced at Bruce.
Hearing this, Bruce couldn't help but smile. Then he thought of something and said jokingly, "Even so, I still want to know if you were the one who made the recruitment requirement. Do you know anything about interrogation, negotiation, torture, and so on? Proficient in at least one foreign language? Forget about the previous ones, there's always a chance to use them. However, I haven't used the Russian that I learned in a short period of time. I don't think I'll be able to use it in the future because I've almost forgotten all of it. Moreover, Prentiss is my teammate who is proficient in Russian. "
"No, the department doesn't intend to recruit new people, so I handed this matter over to Reid." Hotch seemed to be smiling. "Your addition was unexpected."
"Uh, I said something inappropriate during the interview. I'm sorry." Bruce immediately recalled what had happened back then. Now that he thought about it, oh my god, he had actually threatened Hotch.
"Looking at it now, I'm glad I made the decision back then."
Eh, Hotch seems to be very easy to talk to today?
"Actually, I'm very curious as to why you agreed to let me join in the first place." After working with Hotch for nearly three years, he understood what kind of person Hotch was. It was impossible for him to compromise because of a ridiculous threat.
"Matthew Giggs," Hotch said.
Bruce thought for a while and finally dug out the name from his memory. "He was the lecturer of an elective course when I was studying in college. It was called interrogation and counter-interrogation." As he spoke, a strange expression appeared on his face. "He often told me that it's impossible for you to join the analysis team. It's better for you to join the CTU with him, especially when you're about to graduate." He worked hard every day to get into BAU and suffered a lot because of the large amount of study material. Someone even told him to give up if it was impossible. One could imagine Bruce's attitude at that time.
"About half a month before I received your application, there was a case that happened to be a collaboration with the CTU. Giggs highly recommended you to me."
"I didn't know about this." To be honest, Bruce had almost forgotten about this person. When they were in college, other than elective courses, they didn't interact much with each other. After graduation, there was no interaction at all. He didn't expect this person to be a part of the reason why he could join BAU.
"He said that you're strong enough and won't be easily influenced. You have to know that this is the main reason why we don't recruit people without relevant experience. He also said that your willpower is extremely strong and that you won't give up. In order to achieve your goal, you're willing to do something even if it's not good."
This time, Bruce was really surprised. It wasn't a completely positive evaluation. He asked, "And then? You agreed? "
"I thought about it for a while and asked some people for their advice. In the end, you're here now." Hotch parked the car in the parking lot and said, "I know that you're a very strong person. The cases we encounter in this job, the serial killers, can indeed bring a lot of pressure, but hurting yourself isn't the solution."
So, after beating around the bush for so long, they still came back to this problem.
"I understand. I won't do that again." Bruce's voice was a little weak. He opened the car door and prepared to get out.
"Is that so?" Hotch glanced at his wrist. "I remember telling you before that pain shouldn't be the solution to a problem."
That skeptical tone …
As they walked towards the hospital, Hotch added, "Sometimes, being able to recognize and admit your problem is also courage. I think a psychiatrist can provide you with some help."
"…" Hotch was probably imagining things that didn't exist. Bruce felt that he was really fine.
Bruce wanted to say that he didn't need a psychiatrist. Regardless of whether he had psychological problems or not, even if he did, a psychiatrist had to gain the patient's trust first.
That was because the patient was willing to talk about his problem. However, his deepest impression of a psychiatrist was a certain ogre …
At this moment, Hotch's phone rang. "Garcia received photos sent to her by an unknown person. The photos were secretly taken of Garcia. The toxicity test showed that the photos were soaked in sevoflurane and some other unknown chemicals." Hotch relayed the contents of the phone call.
"I received something similar too." Bruce was suddenly energized. He felt that there was a reason for his inexplicable mood swings.
"When did it happen?" Hotch frowned.
"I'm not sure when exactly, but I found it in my mailbox that was filled with newspapers when I got home yesterday." Their last case had lasted for more than half a month, and the mailbox was full.
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