"Good morning." He heard the door open.
Bruce poked his head out of the kitchen.
He quickly retracted his head.
"I ordered takeout for breakfast.
It should be here soon. "
"Takeout?" Hotch was a little confused. 'What are you doing in the kitchen after ordering takeout?'
The kitchen was connected to the living room.
Next to it was the dining table. There was a sliding glass door.
Usually, this door would not be closed.
But at this time, there was only a gap of about half a meter.
Bruce had poked his head out from this gap just now.
Hotch walked to the door and opened it.
When he opened the door, he saw Bruce wiping the wall behind the stove with a rag.
There were some traces of smoke on it. He shifted his gaze from the side.
It was easy to see the plate … on the countertop between the stove and the sink.
The bigger pieces were charred, and the smaller pieces were yellow and white. Then, he saw the eggshell beside the plate. Hotch felt that Bruce seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of fried eggs.
"You … I remember you invited me to try your cooking last night." Hotch had a smile on his face.
"… This was just an accident.
I'm not used to the pot in your house. "Bruce did not dare to turn his head.
Thinking about his cooking skills, he felt even more guilty.
"You have to believe that I don't usually fry eggs like this."
This was the truth.
Although his cooking skills were all skewed toward desserts, even if he could not make a big meal,
After all, the home-cooked food that he made was still … edible.
Even though he usually cooked things that could be eaten directly by boiling them in water or heating them in the microwave.
However, frying eggs was not difficult at all.
He would occasionally make them for breakfast, but this morning, he hoped that the eggs he fried would be whole and look golden and delicious. It would be best if the egg yolk did not break.
Bruce tried five times, and it could be seen from the five empty eggshells on the side. However, he suddenly realized that it seemed to be a little difficult. Although he lowered his requirements again and again, and in the end, he only wanted to fry a whole egg, but the broken eggshells seemed to be mocking him.
Hotch looked at the lit up phone beside the plate. It showed the search results of "How to Fry Eggs to Look Good and Taste Good". The color of the screen showed that the page had been read. He almost laughed out loud, but quickly covered it up. "Ahem, actually, you don't have to have such high expectations. As long as the food is edible, it's fine. If you really want it to look good, I have an egg fryer in the cupboard. It even comes with a mold." He didn't expect that Bruce, who usually looked excellent and capable, would be so clumsy. This made him feel a little strange.
"Thank you, if you need anything." Bruce was finally done with the dark part. He turned around and gave an awkward but polite smile, but his expression was very gentle.
In reality, because he was looking at the content on his phone, he forgot to put oil in the pan, which caused the fire. Bruce took a bowl of water, but felt that the bowl was too small and the water was too little. He didn't know if he could put out the fire, so he simply froze the water and poured it into the pan. The fire was put out, but with a bang, the water vapor rose rapidly, causing the current situation. Then he realized that the fire in the pan could be solved by covering it with a lid.
At that moment, Bruce's phone rang. He picked it up and listened for a while before walking to the door and opening it to greet the person. It turned out that the takeout he ordered had arrived. However, he didn't change the address, and the delivery man next door didn't respond after knocking on the door, so he called.
The two of them sat at the dining table. The takeout was a very ordinary breakfast. Each of them had a carton of pancakes, sausages, fried eggs, bacon, and maple syrup and butter. The taste was very ordinary, but compared to the dish Bruce had in the kitchen, it was definitely delicious. As for the drink, Bruce ordered milk instead of coffee.
When Bruce saw Hotch take out the milk, he raised his eyebrows and secretly smiled. Soon, he remembered what happened last night. "Thank you for taking me in last night. I don't remember anything after drinking. I didn't do anything rude, right? "
Hotch, who was cutting pancakes, looked up when he heard that. "You don't remember what happened last night?"
"Yes, I only remember Spencer encouraging me to drink. After that, I don't remember anything at all. Did I really do something? Okay, I don't remember, but I'm still sorry. "Bruce felt that Hotch's expression was a little strange.
"No, other than forgetting that we drank several glasses of wine and ate two whole pizzas, you didn't do anything else. I couldn't find your spare key, so I brought you here. After that, you fell asleep on the sofa. "
Bruce was secretly relieved when he heard that. "I used the spare key when I came back from … yesterday. I left it in the room and didn't hang it back." But he felt that Hotch wanted to say something else.
The atmosphere was a little quiet. When he heard Bruce mention the prison break, Hotch immediately thought of the combat power that Bruce had shown in the video. He wasn't referring to his special ability, but his precise and skillful handling of firearms. He could dodge most bullets and effectively fight back without long-range weapons.
This was obviously not a result of their dangerous career as field agents. Bruce was more like a warrior who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
Hotch had read Bruce's information. The latter's experience was clear at a glance, and it couldn't be any simpler. But that experience couldn't explain why Bruce had such combat power. On the other hand, it didn't make sense to say that it was a forgery. They had questioned many residents in the town where Bruce lived, and they could all confirm that Bruce grew up there.
However, some people also mentioned that after the car accident, Bruce's temperament changed. Maybe he had changed since then? Hotch thought of Bruce's indifference to life. He originally thought that it was just a simple manifestation of an antisocial personality, but now it seemed more like … some kind of numbness and indifference after seeing life and death?
So, what was the purpose of Bruce joining BAU? From the beginning, it was clear that he wanted to join the department. Hotch thought about Bruce's conscientious performance in the past few years and felt puzzled.
Even after the jailbreak incident yesterday, Hotch was more worried about Bruce. However, now that he thought about it carefully, he began to feel that there were a lot of suspicious points.
Was it all just Bruce's disguise?
If that was the case, Hotch really had to admire Bruce. Even though Bruce showed no mercy to ordinary people, he still gained the recognition and trust of his team members, including himself. Hotch suddenly thought of Bruce's performance last night and the way he revealed his emotions …
No, no, he believed in his observation skills. Bruce couldn't have deceived several observant profilers at the same time. A person's disguise couldn't be flawless all the time. Hotch ignored the discomfort that rose in his heart when he thought about Bruce's motives. He couldn't help but frown and look at Bruce, who was sitting opposite him and eating breakfast.
Bruce felt Hotch's gaze on him. He raised his head and looked at Hotch with a smile. Then, he was stunned when he saw Hotch's serious expression. "What's wrong?"
Even though Bruce stopped smiling, Bruce's happy mood could still be seen. This joy was purely because Bruce was in the same room with him and had breakfast with him. "No, nothing." Hotch pursed his lips and lowered his head to cut the fried egg.
"But I feel like you have something to ask me. Is it about my ability?" Bruce blinked. "Well, it can be divided into two parts. One is super regeneration, which can heal wounds quickly. Because the principle is to accelerate cell division and growth to speed up metabolism, it also has other effects. For example, it can quickly get rid of the effects of drugs on me. The way I see it, it's because there's a related energy in my body that can cause a freezing effect. However, it's very difficult to release this energy out of thin air. If there's a medium, it'll be much easier. The best medium I've found so far is my blood. It's very easy to use this ability through my blood and touch, but it can't achieve an extremely low temperature effect like through my blood. Also, it can be used through my snow, but I'm not too sure why I can make it snow so easily. It's really easy. I can make it snow whenever I want. If I don't need to use snow to freeze anything, the consumption is very low … "Bruce explained his ability without stopping. He felt a little thirsty as he picked up the milk and took a big gulp." I still have some guesses to test. For example, can this ability be used through bullets? Or can bullets be used as a medium? "After explaining the general idea of his ability, Bruce excitedly began to talk about how he wanted to use it.
Hotch looked at Bruce. This was undoubtedly a sign of trust. No matter how powerful the ability was, as long as he understood it, there would always be a way to deal with it.
Who are you? This was the question that Hotch had wanted to ask. However, it didn't seem that important now. This was the kind of Bruce he knew from the start. Even if there were some problems with his identity, it wasn't his business, right? Hotch thought stubbornly. He also knew that after the prison break, Bruce's suspicions would be exposed. There would definitely be a lot of departments investigating.
He just hoped that the results wouldn't be too bad. As for Bruce's possible motives, he would keep a close eye on it.
"What's wrong?" Bruce unconsciously stopped looking at his face.
Hotch looked at the white mark on Bruce's lips and somehow thought of Prentiss's cat. He pulled out a tissue and passed it to Bruce.
"Uh …" Bruce blinked and quickly understood what Hotch meant. He quickly stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. Then he seemed to suddenly realize that his action was a little childish. He quickly took the tissue and wiped it hard. "That …" He felt that Hotch seemed to be smiling and felt a little hot on his face.
At this moment, Hotch's phone rang. He picked it up and answered the call. Bruce secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Another case?" Brosnan watched Hotch put down the phone and asked with understanding. It was indeed the weekend today, but unfortunately, whether they could rest or not depended on whether the serial killer would give them face.
"It's not a case, but I still have to work overtime." Hotch glanced at Bruce and picked up the phone again. "I have to tell Jessica not to send Jack over." He said hesitantly, "But Jessica has to go to the hospital to take care of Haley."
"If you don't mind, you can leave Jack with me." Bruce suggested with a smile. "Anyway, I have nothing to do. Jack likes the stories I tell. I can take him to the nearby park to play." He was still suspended.
Hotch looked at Bruce without saying a word.
Bruce felt inexplicably wronged. He recalled the scene when Hotch pointed a gun at him during the Foyet incident. At that time, Hotch seemed to think that he might hurt Jack. Bruce shrugged without showing any expression. "I'm just saying. Maybe Jack wants to go to the hospital to visit his mother."
"There will be a group of children playing football in the park around ten o 'clock. Jack often joins them."
Hotch walked into the room. When he came out, he had changed into his work suit and was ready to go out with his bag.
"You just let me take Jack with me?" Bruce saw that Hotch was a little confused and deliberately showed an aggrieved look. "Last time you pointed a gun at me and asked me to take Jack with me." Bruce felt that he shouldn't have brought this up, but he suddenly had an impulse to say it.
Hotch paused for a while before saying seriously, "I just saw Foyet's state at that time. I wasn't sure if you were still sane."
Bruce blinked and said with a smile, "You have to believe me. Even if I lose my mind, there are some things that I definitely won't do."
"Don't be so sure." Hotch realized that even though Bruce was smiling, he was speaking seriously like he was making a promise. However, he was reminded of Bruce's identity as a mystery. "Fine, but if you really do lose your mind or do something that you shouldn't do, I'll make sure you're captured."
"You've already caught me." Bruce's smile deepened and said with a double meaning.
Their eyes met and neither of them spoke for a while.
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