Hotch walked out of the office with his bag as soon as he got off work,
He entered the elevator under the surprised gazes of his team members. As he drove the car on the roads of Washington,
There was still a golden-red sunset on the horizon.
Hotch often went back when it was completely dark,
There were always piles of files on his desk,
New ones would always appear immediately after he was done with some. He didn't like to bring these back to the apartment,
That empty and lifeless place wouldn't be any more efficient than the office.
Sometimes when he was busy too late, he would just sleep on the couch in the office.
Once in a while — it was really rare, but during the period when Haley and Jack were placed in protective custody, Hotch would ask himself if it was worth it. They were so busy,
They did hunt down a lot of serial killers,
But they might not even be able to protect their own families.
But no matter when, when he thought of the lives they saved, he felt that it couldn't be more worth it.
Hotch thought that maybe until one day he couldn't walk anymore,
He would stop.
The traffic was heavy at this time of the day, and Hotch could only stop and go with the flow of traffic. He had planned to check on Bruce's condition,
But when he drove the car out of the garage,
He remembered that the S.H.E.L.D. building didn't accept visitors after work,
Yesterday, he stayed in that place until he had no choice but to leave.
He learned that Bruce had improved.
Hotch returned to the apartment,
He passed by the door with a huge China knot that covered almost half of the door panel,
He was surprised to find that the door was ajar,
He knocked on the door.
Bruce was sitting in front of the computer in the apartment,
Reading the news that Megan had filtered out for him, the news about Iron Man, the news about the mutants from the Tribute forum, and some other strange news, such as the strange astronomical phenomenon that appeared in the night sky of a desert in New Mexico, and the aurora that appeared in the night sky of a city in Georgia …
"Sir, the camera in your eyes is malfunctioning. The images sent back from yesterday have been black," Meggen mentioned a problem.
The fact that it could be transmitted meant that it wasn't a signal problem. Bruce guessed that the camera was stained with something, probably blood, that prevented it from filming. "Forget it then."
"Don't you need to repair or replace it? That way, we won't be able to know your current condition, sir," Meggen asked.
"No need." Back then, it was because of Foyet that he needed to make better use of Meggen. But now … He had to admit that Meggen's processing power was pretty good after he had acquired a few computers. However, it was only useful for him when it came to processing complicated information. It was not very useful in other areas. "Have you collected information about vampires?"
"I'm sorry, sir. You didn't give the order to collect information on vampires."
"… Then you can start collecting now." Bruce recalled the time when he first got the Red Queen. He felt that Alicia, who also only had the core code, was much more useful than Meggen. "Can't you be more humane, Meggen?"
"As you wish, sir."
There was a knock on the door. Bruce picked up the new hat on the table and put it on his head. He put it on twice in a hurry before he could put it on properly. Then, he walked over and opened the door. Seeing the person at the door, Bruce smiled. "Come in."
Hotch looked at Bruce until Bruce touched his forehead uncomfortably. When he touched the hat, he put his hand down. "Are you … okay?"
Bruce felt that his voice was a little depressed. "I'm fine. You know my ability. I can recover quickly."
"That's good," Hotch whispered, still looking at Bruce.
The two of them looked at each other. Bruce noticed the uneasiness in Hotch's words and recalled what happened after he fell yesterday. Suddenly, an unbelievable thought popped up in his mind. Less than half a second after the thought appeared, he suppressed it and told himself that it was impossible.
"You …"
"You …"
The two of them opened their mouths almost at the same time, but when they realized that the other party was also speaking, they shut their mouths.
After a moment of silence, Bruce said, "Have you eaten? Do you want to try my … "Thinking of the frozen food in the fridge and his own terrible cooking skills, he changed his words." … I ordered takeout? "
Hotch raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "It's my pleasure."
Twenty minutes later. "You're eating this for dinner?" Hotch looked at the takeout that Bruce took out from the paper bag. It was a burger, fried chicken, fries, and cola.
Bruce took out the cutlery from the kitchen, cut the fried chicken in half, and put it on Hotch's plate. He put the burger on the side of the plate, made a fruit salad, and sat opposite Hotch. "I know this is junk food, but it's okay to eat it once in a while." His love for burgers and fried chicken had never changed. "By the way, what did you want to say just now?"
"I wanted to invite you to try my cooking, but since you invited me to try your takeout so enthusiastically, I can only give up." Hotch gestured at the chicken on his fork with a smile on his face that Bruce could not look away.
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After dinner, Bruce stuffed the dishes into the dishwasher and took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. Although he did not drink, he still prepared some for guests. Unfortunately, there were no other guests except for Reid, who chose juice between red wine and juice.
Bruce walked to the sofa, poured half a glass of wine and handed it to Hotch. When he sat down, the white chandelier in the middle of the living room went off, and the dim yellow wall lamp on the wall lit up.
Hotch took the wine and looked up at the chandelier with some confusion.
"Uh … It's the induction control of smart appliances. I don't usually like to use chandelier, I think it's too bright," Bruce explained, secretly praising Meggen for doing a good job. "By the way, how's the case going?"
"It's been taken over by S.H.E.L.D.. The team flew back from Seattle yesterday. Reid also said that he found the connection between some of the victims." Hotch took a sip of wine and still had some lingering fear. "Vampires are too dangerous for us. I never thought that such creatures really existed."
"Vampires are much faster and stronger than ordinary people, but that's it. You just haven't seen one before. Mutated humans also have many special abilities. I've seen a mutated human with the ability to move faster than the speed of sound. What do you … think of mutated humans? " When Bruce asked this question, his voice sounded nonchalant, but his right hand slightly tightened around the glass in his hand.
Under Hotch's gaze, Bruce added, "In fact, both vampires and mutated humans can be regarded as races that have powers beyond ordinary people." He was indeed a little nervous. The reason why mutated humans were hidden was because of the fear and disgust of ordinary people towards mutated humans. The best attitude was to stay away from them. Ever since he revealed his powers, Hotch had not expressed any negative attitude, but he still wanted to know Hotch's opinion.
Feeling his mouth dry, Bruce took a big gulp of wine that he didn't intend to drink. After drinking it, he quickly put the glass on the table, far away. He still remembered his "glorious" experience of getting drunk after one drink.
Hotch looked at Bruce's actions with some amusement. He thought for a while before slowly replying, "I have to say, they're all very dangerous." Hotch noticed that Bruce looked a little down and understood that he was asking for his opinion on Bruce. He suddenly realized that he didn't actually classify Bruce as a mutated human, but Bruce was clearly a mutated human too.
Hotch didn't speak for a long time. Bruce looked a little wronged. "So you also think that I'm very dangerous? Even if I'm willing to put on a suppressor to limit my abilities? "
Seeing Bruce's expression, Hotch felt a little uncomfortable and quickly said, "No, this is different. The danger of vampires is that they see humans as food and are inhumane. Mutated humans are like born with guns. If they don't use this weapon to maliciously harm people, in my opinion, they are no different from ordinary people. But just like possessing guns, mutated humans should also be registered."
Bruce didn't say anything. This was actually something that the government and the mutated humans were still arguing about. The government wanted every mutated human's ability to be registered. Naturally, the mutated humans were against it. He naturally understood the reason for the opposition. Knowing the ability meant knowing how to deal with it. There were still many people who had malicious intentions towards the mutated humans. He quickly threw the question aside. "I'm considered registered."
"I know." Hotch couldn't help but think of the harsh agreement Bruce had signed. He also thought of Bruce's answer when he asked Bruce why he agreed to it.
He thought of Bruce's sincerity in the morning light in the hospital, Bruce's weakness in the night when he was drunk …
He thought of the scars on Bruce's body when he saved his ex-wife and child. He thought of the figure that attracted the attention of the vampire and fought with it …
Even a long time ago, before the white hyacinths bloomed on his desk, during the explosion, Bruce was shot in the back. Hotch now knew that Bruce was able to dodge the bullet because he was standing in front of Bruce at that time …
Bruce had done a lot for him. If it were anyone else, Hotch would be very grateful. He would do anything to make it up to Bruce. However, he would only be grateful and wouldn't have any other thoughts. He was not a person who would turn himself gay because of gratitude. But now, he just wanted to hold Bruce in his arms.
Hotch thought of yesterday when Bruce leaned on him and closed his eyes on the hospital bed. His only thought was to pray that Bruce wouldn't leave him. This kind of relationship had long surpassed the boundaries of colleagues and friends …
Hotch looked at Bruce who was sitting beside him. As expected, Bruce was looking at him and smiled when he saw his gaze. It was no different from the time he looked at Bruce. He slowly moved closer and kissed those lips.
Bruce's eyes suddenly widened. He froze on the spot like a frightened cat.
Even when Hotch moved slightly away, Bruce remained in the same position. Hotch felt helpless and amused. "Bruce."
A low voice sounded beside Bruce. Only then did Bruce come back to his senses. His brain was about to crash. "I think I'm dreaming." He pounced on Hotch, his strength causing Hotch to lean against the back of the sofa. He excitedly wrapped his arms around Hotch's neck. Just as Hotch thought that there would be a passionate kiss, Bruce's movements slowed down and he devoutly planted a light kiss on Hotch's forehead.
Hotch could feel the preciousness in it. He closed his eyes and the turbulent emotions in his heart broke out. He then held the back of Bruce's head with one hand and raised his head to kiss him fiercely. He used the tip of his tongue to open the door and then licked and sucked, sweeping through every corner of the room.
Bruce was wearing a knitted hat that covered almost the entire back of his head. Hotch felt that it was a hindrance and wanted to be in contact with Bruce's body temperature. Besides, even though it was winter, the heater in the room was at a comfortable temperature. Thus, he pulled off the hat.
Hotch paused and let go of Bruce's red lips. "Your hair …"
Bruce was almost in a daze from the kiss. He was a little dizzy and passively responded to Hotch's actions. This was a beautiful thing that he could not imagine even in his dreams. When he heard this, he finally came back to his senses. He touched his head and said angrily, "I almost had an operation. My hair was shaved off. Don't worry about that."
Bruce hugged Hotch and buried his head in his chest. Just as he was about to say something, the wall lamp on the wall suddenly went out.
There was a moment of silence. Hotch asked, "Is this also a smart appliance's sensor?"
"… Meggen!" Bruce was a little embarrassed and angry.
"Yes, sir. Do you want me to turn on the lights?" A clear child's voice was heard.
There was another moment of silence. "I think I should go back." Hotch sat up straight on the sofa. Bruce was still hugging him.
The chandelier above their heads suddenly lit up. The white light was a little dazzling.
"No, no, Meggen is just a smart housekeeper." Bruce did not move in Hotch's arms.
"I know, but the bed in your apartment doesn't seem to be wide enough for two people." Hotch's eyes showed a hint of a smile.
Bruce looked up and met the pair of brown eyes that mesmerized him. "Then is yours enough?"
"You can try." Hotch stood up and looked at Bruce who was standing beside him. He still refused to let go of his arms. "Bruce?"
"I'm really afraid that this is just a dream." Bruce did not withdraw his arms. Instead, he tightened his grip. "Or maybe because I drank and will forget about this tomorrow."
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