[Zhongyingmei] That snake

This is the story many years later.

Oliver has quit the Avengers and returned to BAU. Hotch should retire at the age, but even if he can't fight the serial killer on the front line, he still chooses to stay in the position of lecturer at the FBI Academy to shine.

Jack moved out when he was an adult, and now lives with his boyfriend, and the two of them can be regarded as inheriting their father's career and entering BAU.

But listen, the big stereo in the gift shop on the street is playing the enduring Christmas carols on a loop, the notes are shuttled among the fluttering snowflakes, the dark green needles of the pine are piled up with snow, and the small LED lights Reflect the white snow and the small gift box wrapped in colored paper into a circle of light.

Christmas is here, no matter how busy the FBI is at work, I will still give every agent who has worked hard for a year a holiday. At this time, we only need to pray that the serial killer will also have Christmas.

Jack and November will come back before dinner. Oliver was called away by the Avengers a few days ago. It doesn't sound like an urgent task transfer, it seems to be Dr. Banner's new research.

Hotch is not in a hurry, Oliver will always come back in time, the two have never missed every Christmas in the past decades, all he needs to do is prepare the ingredients according to the standard Christmas dinner.

But today, it seems that something might have happened.

Hotch looked up, and through the square window of the kitchen, he saw spiral waves not far away from the artificial lake that was not completely frozen, and the hum of the plane was gradually approaching.

His phone rang before the plane landed, and Hotch glanced at the caller ID, which surprised him a bit, "Hello, Mr. Stark.|

"Yes, it's me. Agent Hotch, I... ummm, I have something to tell you. There was a little accident on the Avengers side."

"About Oliver?"

"Yes it was him, the circumstances...it's hard to explain. Did you see the plane? Natasha is on the plane, if you don't mind coming."

"Well, I've seen her.

Natasha was standing right behind Hotch, looking at the agent who turned around with a half-smile, and Hocth hung up the phone.

"It doesn't look like the situation is serious." Hotch was used to the sudden appearance of Avengers members at his home.The chimney climber, the window climber, at least Natasha walked through the front door - although she didn't have the key.

"Like Tony said, it's hard to explain," Natasha ran a hand through her red hair. "You'll have to go to the Avengers base yourself."

Hotch paused, "It can't be worse than amnesia."

"Of course not," Natasha said, "or even the complete opposite."

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Hotch and Natasha soon arrived at the Avengers base, please don't doubt the speed of the plane.

"We're going to the lab?" Hotch was already familiar with the interior of the base.

"Yes, the base has been a little deserted lately," Natahsa's high heels tapped on the empty corridor, and a slender reflection was printed on the frosted glass, "Barton is back, Thor hasn't been to Earth much recently, Lily, Wanda, and Pietro are back x College. Tony and Bruce are waiting for you in the lab, and Oliver is there," her tone suddenly became subtle, "Pepper is urging Tony, so he may turn back to three years old, don't pay attention to his tone."

"Well," Hotch nodded, "Is Oliver okay?"

"Maybe"

"Hey, Puppy!" In the laboratory, Tony tried to hug a golden retriever, but it failed. The adult golden retriever was lying on the console, but when Hotch came in, it seemed to have telepathy Breaking free from Tony's arms, he rushed towards Hocth, wagging his furry tail.

It circled Hotch's legs and looked up at Hocth with wet dog eyes.

It was difficult for Hotch to continue walking because the big golden retriever started to pounce on Hotch's thigh with its forelegs. Hocth stretched out his hand to scratch its chin, and the golden retriever narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, but his front paws fluttered even more happily.

This forced Hotch to hold it in his arms, soft and warm, and the golden fur rubbed his forehead against the side of Hotch's neck, just like Oliver liked to do, the smooth fur rubbing against the skin, setting off a charge.

Don't underestimate the weight of a large adult dog. Hotch has to use two hands to hold it, which also makes him unable to control the unscrupulous golden retriever. The golden retriever stopped suddenly, and squeezed his head into Hotch's chest weakly.

Hotch felt that he felt its frustration and grievance in the sound of whimpering, and the emotions of dogs are always extremely exposed to humans.

"Where's Oliver?" he asked.

"Good question." Tony spun his favorite swivel chair, clapping his hands.

"Tony." Bruce pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, raising his voice for a rare occasion.

"Oh," Tony shrugged, "Isn't that guy being held by you?"

"Pardon?" Hotch looked down into those innocent doggy eyes.

"Wang?"

"Let me explain," Bruce held down Tony's ADHD child Stark who was about to move, "I have been researching the scope of Oliver's ability, and this time is one of the attempts, changing the shape by simulating the DNA of a species, but the result is somewhat unexpected .”

"When will he change back?" Hotch knew well that Oliver's ability to kill was nothing more than turning himself into a dog, compared to threatening the entire Congress...

Still a headache.

"I don't know," Bruce shook his head, "His brain capacity is now similar to that of a normal dog, and with the addition of the original intelligence, it is only 70% higher than the IQ of a normal dog, but this is not enough to control its mutant ability. Saying it is far from enough, so it can only recover after it realizes that it is a human being and can regain its ability."

"Then can I take him home now?" Hotch hugged the golden retriever tightly in his arms.

"Of course." Tony snapped his fingers. "Today is Christmas, and no one in the base is free to bring a dog."

"Sir, actually I..."

"Hey, Jarvis." Tony called out dissatisfied.

"OK, Sir." Jarvis is quite willing to have a dog, really.

Tony turned around to debug the computer, then turned around suddenly, raised a finger to emphasize, "The collar around his neck will monitor various physical indicators, and if there is any abnormality, Jarvis will remind you, you know how to quickly reach the Avengers base .Oh, by the way, his ring is hanging around his neck, like a little bell, jingle bell."

Oliver lifted his head from Hotch's chest and yelled at Tony, "Wow!"

"Oh, Littlepuppy" Tony spread his hands, trying to hide his momentary shock.

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Hotch carried Oliver home all the way. The big golden retriever was quietly nestled in his lover's warm and safe arms, with drooping eyelids, almost falling asleep.

"Home," Hotch said next to the golden retriever's drooping ear.

Oliver nimbly jumped from Hotch's arms to the ground, patting the dog's paws on the wooden floor, circled around the room, returned to Hotch, sat down obediently, and looked up.

Hotch sighed helplessly, bent down and stroked the softest clump of hair on his head.

"Come, boy, come into the kitchen with me, you have to make sure you don't make trouble."

"Wow," Oliver wagged his tail, circling Hotch's feet.

Can Mr. Hotchner cook?

Of course, if it's just a bowl of instant noodles and mashed potatoes in the microwave, or a pot of sticky instant pasta and a sandwich, it won't bother him.

But for him to deal with a whole Christmas turkey?

For the sake of the clean kitchen, please spare him.

But Hotch himself doesn't think so, trying to recall what Oliver does with the turkey each year.Cut the potatoes and broccoli first?

"Oliver," Hotch looked at the squares on the chopping board and silently put down the knife, "Can you go out and buy me some condiments?"

"Woo." Oliver tilted his head.

"Okay, goodboy, bite this basket." Hotch dug out a bamboo basket, put it in front of Oliver, wrote a small note and put it in the basket, "You remember where the supermarket is, right?"

Oliver wagged his tail, he couldn't bark now, to keep the bamboo basket in his mouth from falling out.

Hotch led Oliver to the door. As soon as the door was opened, the air-conditioning wind with snow mixed in broke into the house. The snow that fell last night had stopped, and most of the outdoor grass had withered in autumn, turning gray and yellow.Now, a thick layer of snow covers the blades of grass, occasionally exposing dead branches for a few days, the clouds are dim, and even the sun is pale.

Oliver ran out on his paws, the weight of a full-grown dog seemed too heavy for the snow, and even though it was quickly over a large distance, each step sank his limbs deeper into the snow.

It didn't take much work for Oliver to bury himself, dog and basket, in the snow. Hotch opened the door and took a few steps forward, calling out worriedly, "Oliver."

There was no movement in the snow layer.

"Oliver."

The ball of snow began to vibrate slightly, and it took about two seconds for the left and right golden retrievers to dig themselves out of the snow layer, shaking the snowflakes on their bodies vigorously.The ice crystals adhered between the hairs, and splashed all around under the action of force.Although the sunlight is not strong, it also illuminates these small ice crystals of various shapes like luminous gold. The golden fur of the large dog barley is more deep and smooth, but these luminous gold makes the deepness become alive.

Hotch gave a relaxed smile, "Be careful, don't get lost."

In fact, he is not worried about whether Oliver will really lose himself, after all, the energy monitor positioning system produced by Stark is a standard configuration.

Hotch left the door ajar, leaving a gap for Oliver to enter.

They live in the suburbs now, and there are no other people living within a few hundred meters, but he is not worried about security at all.

At least, for petty thieves and serial killers, they don't have the ability to get past the dual supervision of NSA and CIA. As for those with special abilities that can get past, what's the use of the best security system?

Hotch turned back to the house and didn't see Oliver stop before a clump of dry bushes.

He squatted on the ground, supported his body with his forelimbs, and placed the bamboo basket in his mouth in front of his paws.The long-haired tail swung along the snow surface, but the speed was obviously slowed down.

Nothing happened in front of my eyes, only the sound of the wind and the shadows of birds in the forest falling on the snow.

"Wow." Oliver called out, but this time it was not so friendly, with a hint of threat mixed in.

The dead branches of the bushes began to tangle with each other, and after a rustling, a CIA agent came out.

He was already very depressed about having to be on duty at Christmas.Now he saw the note in the basket and wanted to lament the hardships of life, and he had to help a dog do the shopping.

"Woof." The golden retriever called again.

The CIA agent shrugged his shoulders, this dog really resembled his owner's personality, "okok, ok, I'll be back soon, wait for me here, okay?"

Hotch didn't know what happened outside, but Jack and November, who finally rushed home, couldn't restrain their surprise when they saw the golden retriever squeezed in through the crack of the door.

Jack jumped over to take the basket that Oliver was holding, and rubbed the hair on the side of the golden retriever's neck vigorously, "I thought you wouldn't have a dog. Is this Oliver's idea? By the way, where is he?"

"Just in front of you."

Looking at Jack's blank expression for a moment, Hotch felt a little comfort in his heart.

Oh no, that's too dangerous a thought.

"Do you want to say that this dog is also named Oliver, or that Oliver has turned into a dog."

"Your second guess is correct," Hotch replied.

"Which villain's joke is this again, or is it some other accident."

"He made himself like this."

"I feel like every time I meet my father-in-law, he refreshes my mind." November came out of the kitchen with a piece of dough in his hand.

Among the remaining three people, none of them can say that they are good at cooking.

As for November, he has inherited some of his father's genes, and has a little bit of talent for cooking.But after all, I have not been taught by hand, and I have to explore everything by myself.In fact, it is only a little bit better than the other two.

If it's just two men living together and solving the usual food problems, then his skills are more than sufficient.But that's not enough for now.But what can be done?

"Then what does he eat? Dog food? Pet dogs can't eat human food, and too much salt can easily lead to organ failure." After November was picked up by his father, he has been helping him take care of a group of dogs at home. What he said about these things Straightforward.

"He just became like this temporarily, and he will change back soon, so don't worry too much about these things," Hotch pressed his forehead, "Just give him what he wants to eat."

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After being in a hurry, dinner was ready, and the sky was already dark.

The modern high-rise buildings in the distance cannot be blocked by the dense woods, and the huge LED light signs have also been replaced with red and green Christmas colors.

Oliver easily hopped on his chair, struggling with a whole steak on his plate, no roast turkey for Christmas this year, smiling.

He didn't seem to be used to directly biting such a large piece of meat with his teeth. The reddish-brown sauce made the hair around his mouth into a piece, and he still failed to bite off a piece of meat.

Hotch raised his eyebrows, sat on Oliver's stool, picked him up and put him on his lap, lapped the whole dog in his arms, and cut the beef on the plate into small pieces with a knife and fork.

"Has Oliver's IQ also decreased along with his body size?" Ack couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, you have to hope that his IQ is so low that he didn't remember your words after he transformed back." A smile formed on the corner of Hotch's lips.

"But I've said it," Jack wailed. "If he never changes back, maybe I can take Oli to my house, and he'll have lots of companions."

After November's father left, all the stray dogs he used to raise were given to November, and now half of his and Jack's apartment is reserved for these dogs.

"That's not a good idea." November focused on the steak on the plate, trying to suppress a smile, "Let him stay with those little guys, maybe he won't even be able to grab dog food."

"Are they still grabbing dog food? I thought I bought enough, and that's nearly half my salary."

"Probably because you bought it, so they want to grab it whether they are full or not. They like you so much," November said, "just like me."

"Hey man, watch the time." Jack bumped his arm.

"I'd like to say that every moment." November's voice was extremely magnetic, and those brown-red eyes were like a piece of rich chocolate, but they were transparent and sincere enough.

"My God." Jack held his forehead.

While helping Oliver cut the steak, Hotch said, "You really don't look like your two fathers."

The smile on November's face suddenly changed. Although he didn't take it back completely, he laughed at himself, "Aren't all people's personalities like this? The same or the opposite, I happen to be the latter. I don't think my dad wants me to be like that." Both of them. It's good to be a qualified law enforcement officer in the FBI."

Hotch looked up at him, "Relax, I mean nothing, how is BAU doing now?"

"It's business as usual." Jack said, "Tom has been transferred back to the CIA. I heard that he is going back to serve as a management officer. Another CIA agent who followed Oliver, Kandy stayed alone. I don't know why when he followed Oliver, Always trembling. Oliver is very serious when he works, but usually he should be a very easy-going person, how can he be scared like that?"

"Probably the shadow of the early years." Hotch rubbed the golden retriever's ears.

Jack has always been curious about Oliver's glorious deeds back then, but the insider never wanted to talk to him in detail.

"It's not a very happy thing," Oliver said at the time. "I looked like a villain, not a hero, so it's not going to be your bedtime story."

"I'm not a kid anymore," Jack muttered.

"Yes, then there will be no bedtime stories."

The family chatted about work and their dog, and the Christmas dinner ended happily.

Hotch grabbed Oliver by the forelegs and picked him up, looking at the oil on the fur around his mouth, "I have to give him a bath, the Christmas presents are all in the room, remember to unwrap."

"Thanks, Daddy"

This golden retriever is not afraid to take a bath, and even sees the water more lively.

Hotch held the shower head in his hand and watched Oliver flop around in the bathroom with a helpless expression.

The thick and soft fur of the golden retriever is already wet, and most of Hotch's clothes are soaked. The rising water vapor in the bathroom does not make people feel cold, and the innocent and innocent expression of the golden retriever makes people feel cold. Man resisted the thought of tidying him up.

After rinsing off the foam on his body with difficulty, Hotch took out the scarf and just unfolded it to dry him off, Oliver shook the moisture off his body vigorously first, and under the light, the tiny water particles seemed to surround him. his little star.

The little star splashes Hotch all over.

The hard-working Hocth almost used his attention to deal with criminals to control the active golden retriever, helped him dry the water, and carefully dried the golden and smooth hair with a blower. Heating, but it's winter after all, it's still easy to catch a cold if you run around in the house.

There was a lot of noise upstairs, and Hotch guessed that Jack and November had already opened the gift from Oliver, each with a new Stark gun.

"Be safe," Hotch yelled upstairs.

"I know." This is Jack's excited cry.

Hotch shook his head with a smile, took out a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator and walked out. After Oliver's day, no matter where Hotch went, he followed at his feet, and he still does now.

Hotch opened the door, and the temperature outside continued to drop after the sun went down. At this time, the sky began to snow again, but the moon was still there, turning the snow and dead wood into a silvery gray. Hotch sat on the front steps facing the empty artificial lake.

There will be fireworks on Christmas night, but it's not time yet, and Mr. Hotch can only drink cold beer by himself.

Drinking cold beer in a snowy day can be regarded as a feat. The cold and bubbly taste of the beer slides down the tip of the tongue to the throat, and after the coolness completely disappears, the spicy alcohol comes up.

Overall, Hocth was taken aback by Liang's.So he hugged Oliver and put him on his knees, the body temperature of the big dog was transmitted to the body along the fingers and through the fabric.

Oliver licked Hotch's finger.

Hotch found two rings along the chain around Oliver's neck.

The diamond ring Lim gave Oliver was given to his little niece long after Lily's daughter was born.

And these two rings were given to each other by Oliver and Hotch, and that day also happened to be Christmas.

The two rings had been hanging around Oliver's neck, soaked in body heat.

"You're fine now," Hotch took a few sips of wine, and buried his face in the golden retriever's neck, "at least you've been following me, and you won't run off to do those difficult tasks alone.

And for so many years, as time goes by, I can help you less and less.Sometimes I even want to ask you to stop those dangerous actions, but I know that if I am asked to do so, I will not listen, and neither will you.But thank God, you're still here. "

"Woo." No one knew if Oliver understood, but he licked Hotch's cheek.

Hotch raised his head, smiled unreservedly, and rumpled the fur on Oliver's head into a bird's nest

When Oliver was in human form, he didn't drink much, and now in dog form, he can't drink much, so Hotch can only pour alcohol into his head by himself.

When the cold wind blew, the alcohol hit his face, making Mr. Detective's cheeks turn red.

The fireworks over the city in the distance exploded, and the dazzling and bright colors dyed the entire sky above the city purple, and the sudden light shone on Hotch's face in uncertain shades.

But Hotch was drunk, leaning on the railing next to him, half-closed his eyes, all he could see was the reflection of the fireworks in the lake, Mr. Detective was actually very quiet when he was drunk, and he seldom said anything, but he liked to watch Oliver.

He grabbed the chain around Oliver's neck and buried his head on Oliver's back, his breath was always hot and humid after drunk, "But you still have to change back."

Warm yellow light shines from the windows behind, but the light outside the house is not very bright, only the black silhouettes of a person and a dog leaning together can be seen, peaceful and warm.

With drunken and warm eyes, "Merry Christmas."

The wind in winter is always constant, so sitting here all night is bound to have a fever and a cold, Oliver tried to grab Hotch with his teeth and drag him back, but he overestimated the power of a dog.

He drooped his tail and circled aside, not knowing what to do.

The fireworks in the air were still exploding, Hotch closed the door behind him when he came out, Oliver could only try to jump into the room through the window.

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In the morning, Hotch woke up and found himself lying on his big bed. The pillows and quilt beside him indicated that another person slept next to him last night.

He rubbed his head, which was a little swollen because of the hangover, thinking about whether the big golden retriever yesterday was a dream or reality?He remembered being out drunk as if last night.

It didn't take him long because, he saw the golden dog fur stuck to the house coat hanging on the hanger.But the marks on the side of the bed showed that Oliver had changed back to human form.

Hotch went downstairs and heard a voice from the kitchen, "Oliver, you're back."

"Yes, there is hangover tea on the table, remember to drink it." Oliver was cleaning the oven, and the burnt turkey roasted by three people yesterday had been thrown into the trash can, "What did you do to this kitchen yesterday?"

"You don't even remember."

"There are some fragmented memories, and the perspective is so weird, I'm not used to it."

"Have you made breakfast?"

"Of course, at the dinner table as usual, with Jack and November. Remember to wake them up."

"Hey, Oliver, I've been in bed for years." Jack walked in, rubbing his hair.

"Yes, yes, if you stay in bed now, your wages will be deducted." Oliver joked, "I have your letter in the morning, and I put it on the table in the living room. It is an international letter, is it your former classmate?" ? Mailed to this address."

"I don't know. No one has said that they want to send me something. We usually communicate online now. Except for sending gifts, no one uses express delivery."

Jack said and walked over, opened the envelope and there was another envelope inside, which was much more delicate than the postal envelope, and it was sealed with wax seal, which was the letter "L".

Jack frowned and tore open the envelope, the letter paper inside even smelled of fragrance.

The letter begins with the words, "To November and Jack," in beautiful cursive script.

This made Jack's frown deepen, "November, you should come and see."

Jack had met November at the FBI academy, and he had long since lived here, and no one would have known the address.

The content of the letter is nothing special, just something like Christmas greetings written in beautiful fonts.

November just glanced at the signature, "HannibalLecterandWillGraham." Obviously, the cursive signature was left by Hannibal, and the other sticky English signature was written by Will himself. November also recognizes his father's font .

"Forgoddamn" Jack couldn't help cursing.

"Be careful with your words." Oliver heard.

"I'm sorry, but Oliver, Dad, you have to read this letter."