Blue,
An endless expanse of blue. It was emitted from a small cube.
The vast energy and the ocean-like blue filled his entire field of vision.
It was so charming and dangerous.
The cube was held in the hand of a figure,
It was getting brighter and brighter,
As if the light could break through the sky.
In the corner,
Gradually, light began to shine in the dark box. Upon closer inspection, it was a skull pattern,
It was getting brighter and brighter,
As if it was absorbing the blue light that was everywhere in the outside world. The translucent blue light found that this pattern was imprinted on a person's shoulder like a tattoo.
The person's eyelids moved, like a sleeping person disturbed by the light. Just as he was about to open his eyes, the blue light outside suddenly disappeared.
Bruce suddenly sat up from the bed,
The mattress made a sudden sound in the darkness,
After a while, he realized where he was and let out a long sigh of relief.
"What's wrong with you,
Did you have a nightmare? "Hotch's sleepy voice sounded.
A warm hand covered his arm. Bruce used his other hand to hold the hand on his arm. "No … Yes, maybe."
Bruce thought about it. He had never experienced this before,
However, the scene was as clear as a high-resolution digital camera in his mind.
He remembered that the light of the cube had annihilated the figure,
And he also remembered the other person in that scene.
The blue combat uniform,
There was a silver five-pointed star on his chest,
He held a shield in his hand —
Captain America. There was no doubt.
But the image in his mind came so suddenly,
There was no beginning,
There was no ending,
There was only this small piece of content, and it was all over with the disappearance of the blue light.
What was even clearer was that strong sense of danger, which made his hair stand on end and his scalp tingle. The feeling that he might be destroyed by the deep and charming blue light in the next moment was still like gangrene attached to the bone, lingering in his senses, as if it was not just a dream.
"Is it about your father?" Hotch felt the wetness on the back of his hand. He was reminded of Bruce's indifference and refusal to talk about it before going to bed. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Seeing that Bruce was still silent, Hotch sat up and said slowly, "My father was a lawyer. He was very serious and traditional. He was busy with work and didn't have a good relationship with my mother. I grew up in a violent family. They divorced and my father remarried to his second wife. She was the mother of my younger brother, Sean. She was very kind to me, but my father died of a heart attack when he was 47 years old. Sean was still a child at that time."
“Aaron...”
"My father had high expectations for me. Under his influence, I became a prosecutor. But later, I found out that no matter how hard a prosecutor tried, they could only accuse someone of a crime after a case. I wanted to do more to catch the murderer and reduce the number of tragedies, so I joined the FBI. Although my father was always very busy, he did play a significant role in my life choices."
"Even if your father didn't appear in your life, it doesn't mean that he means nothing to you."
"I'm sorry for reminding you of this." Bruce approached Hotch and hugged him from the side.
"So, what do you think?"
They were very close. Bruce could feel Hotch's warm breath on his cheek when he spoke, making him feel a little itchy.
"About my parents?" Bruce first thought of his parents when he was still an ordinary person. It was too far away. After so many things, they were like symbols, beautiful but … a little blurry.
Then, he thought of Mrs. Jones. He remembered that when he was young, he did worry about his father. But after he recalled the past, it seemed to be separated from him by a layer of membrane. "I miss her, but he really means nothing."
Hotch couldn't see Bruce's expression in the dark, but Bruce's voice was very calm. He knew that Bruce would never hide his feelings from him. Recalling Bruce's previous behavior, he realized that Bruce was refusing to have any feelings for strangers, and he did it.
The long silence made Bruce a little uneasy. Was he too cold? He wrapped his arms around Hotch's neck and leaned his head against the neck of the person next to him.
you
mean
everything
to
me.”
"… I know." Hotch frowned in the dark when he felt the force from Zhang Heng's body.
But this was wrong.
No one should be another person's everything. This was too passionate and … too dangerous.
Feeling Hotch patting his head, Bruce closed his eyes in satisfaction. Before he fell asleep, he thought of the dream that woke him up. Maybe it was a memory? He would ask Steve next time when he had the chance.
oo00oo
"Spencer, what's your girlfriend's contact number? Oh yeah, you haven't told me her name yet. "Bruce came to the office early in the morning and stood beside Reid's desk.
"Why do you want Maeve's contact number?" Reid's expression was wary.
"Oh, it's Maeve. I think the meaning of the name is …" Bruce pretended to think and nodded.
"Ecstasy of a woman. What did I hear? Spence's girlfriend? Hey, you didn't tell me, Spence. "JJ, who had just walked out of Rossi's office, looked at Reid in surprise.
"She's not my girlfriend yet." Reid was a little embarrassed.
"She's worthy of the name.
Our baby is tempted. "Morgan also turned to face Reid's desk and teased.
Reid looked even more uncomfortable. JJ smiled and helped him out. "Let's not talk about this for now. We have another case."
On the way to the conference room, Reid tugged at Bruce's sleeve. "You haven't told me why you want Maeve's contact number."
"I remember you said she's a Ph.D. in genetics?" Reid nodded. Bruce thought of the folder he had taken from Dr. Jacques. "I have something to ask her about her profession."
"This is the last place Joey Martinez was seen." In the conference room, Garcia explained after the video was played. "Last night at 9: 30 p.m., after a charity gala ended, the hotel's CCTV captured her driving away in a car."
"It's 8: 40 a.m. now. She's been missing for less than twelve hours. That's not enough to qualify as missing." Prentiss was a little confused.
"Her father, Randy, is a friend of mine from the cigar club. He asked me for help. Joey was supposed to have breakfast with him at seven o 'clock, but she never showed up. He contacted Joey's fiancé and good friends and found that they didn't have any news of Joey, so he called the police," Rossi said.
Hotch looked at everyone. "Our superiors asked us to handle this case. Randy Martinez is a major general in the army and is now the director of a department under the Department of Veterans Affairs. He's still a very influential person. "
"Is it possible that she just ran away from home?" JJ looked at the image on the screen. From the open car window, he could see who Joey was talking to on the phone.
"Unless we can prove otherwise, we have to assume that it's a kidnapping." Rossi spread her hands. "Randy said that he was very close to his daughter. If Joey missed the family breakfast once a week, she would definitely let him know."
"Joey's phone is currently out of service," Garcia added.
Bruce sat up straight in his chair. "Based on the fact that she was on the phone before she disappeared, we have to check her call records."
Garcia quickly started working on her computer. Before long, she found Joey's last call records. "The last number on her phone was from her fiancé, Claude Sullivan."
Claude Sullivan, 35 years old, CEO of the Alina Group … Bruce looked at the preliminary information Garcia had found and frowned. "Alina Group?" He thought the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard of it.
"That's a large corporation with many subsidiaries. They're very famous in commercial real estate, e-commerce platforms, and other fields, but the most outstanding one is their advanced technology in biopharmaceutical manufacturing. They have cooperated with the military." Rossi had some understanding of this corporation.
"Sullivan's secretary said that he's very busy. He has a board meeting in the morning and an important meeting in the afternoon. I'm afraid he can't come here to help us with the investigation." JJ came in with his phone. "Also, General Martinez is here."
After Hotch and Rossi left the conference room, Garcia said with dissatisfaction, "Let me dig into your situation. You don't even care that your fiancé is missing. Oh, they were engaged five years ago. They didn't get married or break off the engagement. That's strange. "
"We have to figure out if it's a kidnapping, is it for General Martinez, Mr. Sullivan, or Joey himself?" Reid asked.
"We haven't received a ransom request yet. We've sent agents to investigate whether this matter has anything to do with terrorist organizations or criminal groups." Rossi came in with another person. "If you want to know the development of the matter directly, you can do so in our conference room. We have some questions for you, Randy."
Bruce and Prentiss came to the headquarters of the Alina Group. Bruce took out his ID at the front desk. "FBI, we have an appointment to visit Mr. Sullivan."
"This way, please." One of them led them to the elevator. "Mr. Sullivan is still in a meeting. His secretary, Miss Voigt, will receive you."
Bruce and Rossi came to the reception room. A beautiful woman with chestnut-colored hair and light brown eyes smiled at them. "Please take a seat, agents. Mr. Sullivan asked me to answer some of your questions on his behalf."
"…" Bruce looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, speechless. Then he put on a flirtatious smile. "Beautiful, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"
"Lena. Just call me Lena." Her smile didn't change. She was dressed in business attire and gave off an intellectual feeling. People wouldn't immediately pay attention to her outstanding beauty, but the aura she exuded.
But don't think that he couldn't recognize her just because her hair and eyes had changed.
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