"Taylor, someone's here to visit you."
A man in a prison uniform walked in and paused when he saw the person sitting at the table. Then, under the guidance of the police officer, he walked to the other side of the table and sat down. Soon, only the two of them were left in the room.
"Bruce."
"Long time no see, Taylor." Bruce put away his phone and smiled.
"It's only been two years. For someone like me who will spend the rest of my life here, it's nothing." Taylor looked at Bruce, who looked familiar. Of course, he looked more mature than before. Then, he suddenly looked away and muttered, "What an annoying smile."
"What?" Bruce was puzzled.
"Nothing. Why are you here? Don't tell me you suddenly thought of visiting an old friend."
Old friend … Bruce raised his eyebrows. "Well, actually, I want to ask you, why did you do such a thing and frame me?"
"Two years after it happened?" Taylor said in a mocking tone.
"What do you mean, Taylor?"
"Oh, Taylor, Taylor, you never called me that before. Do you remember, Ellison, my name? We grew up together, were in the same class in school, played together after school, and were also members of the football team. We were like brothers. Of course, you were the quarterback, the star of the school, the target of the girls. "
Bruce blinked and looked at Taylor's suddenly agitated expression. "Oh, of course, I remember —"
"No, you forgot." Taylor interrupted Bruce. "How could you do this? How could you suddenly treat me like a stranger?"
"I'm not —"
"We were admitted to the University of Pennsylvania together. Of course, I wasn't as good as you. You got a full scholarship. Like most people in this town, we couldn't afford it without the scholarship. What did you say at that time? Give me half of the scholarship and we'll work hard for the other half together. Then, we can both change our fate. But how could you — after a car accident, f * cking tell me you're not going to college?! Bruce, you ruined my life. You betrayed me. "Taylor slammed the table and stood up, glaring fiercely at Bruce.
Bruce closed his eyes and tried hard to recall. Indeed, he found those memories in his mind. After the car accident, he recalled another memory, which was like a black-and-white movie, ignored and thrown into a corner. Even the emotions in it seemed dull and tasteless.
"I'm sorry, Taylor. I forgot that you can talk to me about these things at that time." Bruce helplessly held his forehead with his hand. At that time, he had received a huge shock. Compared to the memories of his past life, he did not pay any attention to these unimportant things. "But this cannot be the reason why you killed those poor girls."
"Aha, ignored?" Taylor looked at Bruce for a long time. Suddenly, he seemed to have lost his strength and slumped down. "You know my family — an alcoholic father, a weak mother. For a long time, I thought that meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I treated you as my best friend, as a brother, as a goal to work hard for. But, you just casually ignored such an important matter to me, and you didn't even give me an explanation or an apology? "
Bruce looked into Taylor's eyes. There seemed to be a layer of water in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Taylor, I —"
"It doesn't matter. It's too late now." Taylor interrupted Bruce again. "I've noticed that you've changed. Did the car accident damage some of your organs and make you lose some of your ability to secrete emotion-related compounds? You've become an annoying smile to everyone — polite and distant. This is the town you grew up in, Bruce. Don't many people here are like family and friends to you? Not a stranger. "
"… Maybe."
"I've observed you for a long time, Bruce. I go to your house every week to clean the house and mow the lawn. How did you manage to live alone like that? Every day, making desserts, making tea, watching TV, and surfing the Internet are your entire life. Don't you feel lonely without a good friend or a girlfriend? Isn't it unbearable? You have to know that I became irritable and irritable only for a short period of time. Even after they refused to date me, I couldn't control myself and did those things. "
There was a long silence in the room. After a long time, Bruce said, "I … I can only say that I'm sorry, Taylor. Really."
"Okay, let's not talk about this. Do you have any plans for the future, Bruce? Are you going to continue like this? Sometimes, I feel that you and I are not of the same age, even though we grew up together. "
"No, I plan to go to the FBI. I've been preparing for this for the past two years. I've studied, participated in training, and so on. In fact, I've already obtained the qualifications."
"Why? FBI？ Is it because there's a serial killer in town that aroused your sense of justice or something? "Taylor joked.
"Of course not. In fact, I'm just interested in them, BAU." Bruce smiled.
"It's rare that you're interested in something. Does that mean you'll join them?"
"Not necessarily. Although I submitted the application and wasn't directly rejected, I'll probably need an interview."
"That's good. You have something you want to do, Bruce. Well, I'll probably only call you Jones in the future, if we have the chance to meet again." Taylor saw Bruce's expression. "No, no, no, no. You don't have to say sorry again. I've definitely realized that you're no longer the Bruce I know. It's almost time. Goodbye, Jones. "
"… Goodbye, Taylor. I wish you all the best."
"Of course, I'll fight for a reduced sentence and parole."
Bruce turned back to look at the prison behind him. Taylor's face seemed to appear in front of him. I'm indeed no longer the Bruce you know, and it's difficult for me to become that Bruce. You don't understand my past. A person's past can make them into a person … I can do some things well, such as enduring loneliness. Although it's not something to be praised.
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Virginia
Quantico
"Hello, Mr. Hotch." Bruce walked into the office.
"Hello, Mr. Jones. I've looked at your file. Can you tell me why you want to join BAU?" Hotch sat behind his desk. When he saw Bruce, he took out a folder and opened it.
"You know what happened two years ago. Since then, I've felt that profiling is a very interesting thing. It can even prevent some tragedies through effective profiling of criminals." Bruce looked at Hotch. It had been a long time since he felt this excited. He had worked hard for two years and finally reached this place.
"There are many people who are interested in profiling, and many of them have studied it before. However, they can't all join BAU. I need to know some other, more in-depth reasons." Hotch usually gave off a serious and uninteresting vibe, and this time was no exception. He pointed at the folder in his hand. "You have the highest level of combat results, and your firearms are excellent as well. You're suitable for other field departments, not BAU. We don't rely on these to fight."
"If you really want a more in-depth reason, it's probably because I'm very interested in you guys. You know, there are very few things that can interest me. "Bruce shrugged.
"If that's the only reason, I'm sorry …" Hotch closed the folder.
"Wait, why can't being interested in you guys be a reason? You might know something about me. Based on the incident two years ago, you profiled me. I believe you don't want to do a similar profiling in another case. "Bruce's tone was harsh. Perhaps the rejection made him a little impatient.
Hotch looked at him deeply. "Is this a threat?"
"No, this is a request. You probably think that I'm cold and even anti-social. I don't deny that, but now, you have a chance. Put the person in front of you as insurance." Bruce realized that his attitude was wrong and tried to appear more sincere. "Please …"
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