[CM] THE CASE

Turning over the old yesterday, maybe we will usher in a completely different ending. —Adam Levine

Although Reid was not that reliable as a sparring partner, it was better than nothing, and the speech was accompanied by Griffith's trepidation, so there was no major problem at all.

When the audience applauded, Reid, who was sitting in the last row, secretly let out a sigh of relief for him.

Griffith was not a well-known professor. After the meeting, no one pestered him to ask questions, but the little forensic doctor who had met once came over to chat for a few words, coyly asking for his autograph.

Griffith didn't feel how precious his signature was, so he fulfilled his wish dumbfounded.

The crowd was almost scattered, and without the cover of the crowd, the lonely Reid was particularly conspicuous.But Griffith didn't look up, and as he sent the little forensic doctor away, a man walked up and smiled at him.

"John?" Griffith was very surprised, "Why did you come here?"

Walker shook his badge: "Look for a relationship to listen to your lecture, and make an appointment for a meal by the way—Sally misses you very much. I heard that you are busy giving lectures these days, and she even called Mr. Nelson to complain."

Griffith heard the faint sour smell, and smiled awkwardly: "Well, it's my fault."

"You're right, Sally is too capricious." Walker said sweetly and distressed, "So, in order to show my sincerity, I was forced to personally invite you to dinner."

Griffith was surprised: "Sally can be discharged from the hospital?"

Walker's smile suddenly collapsed: "No, I can only ask for leave and take her out to get some air."

Sally was so kind to invite, even though Griffith understood that she was probably looking for an excuse to show off, she kindly agreed.

Their interaction fell into Reid's eyes at all, and he frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Thanks to his photographic memory, Reid recognized John - the man he met in the hospital the day he visited Nathan.There was no in-depth communication last time. Looking at it from a distance this time, Reid felt that if he had a cat in his heart, the hairs all over his body would explode at this time.

Americans are usually very concerned about the "safe distance" and politely reserve ample space when talking to each other. Although Griffith is not an authentic American, he has also stayed in the United States for several years, and he will pay attention to this detail when chatting with ordinary friends.But Walker was different, he shortened the distance between the two intentionally or unintentionally, and kept his eyes fixed on Griffith.Good thing Griffith didn't like eye contact and didn't notice it.

Even knowing that Walker has a fiancée, the cat in Reid's heart is still jumping up and down, restless.Impatient to continue watching, he got up and walked over.

He hesitated for a while, and deliberately called out: "Foster!"

"Reid?" Griffith was even more surprised, "Why are you here?"

Reid put his hands in his pockets and smiled innocently at him: "Come to listen to your speech, it's great."

"It means that your meal was not in vain." Griffith introduced the two of them to each other, and Walker raised his hand to interrupt him: "I remember, Dr. Spencer Reid, right? Sally said many times, it is said that your mother is a professor of literature? "

Reid didn't expect him to mention this, and it was unnatural to be surprised: "Well, it used to be."

Walker gave him a deep look, avoiding the subject.

After Griffith sorted out the information, checked the podium, and made sure that there was nothing missing, the two had finished talking about the traffic situation in Quantico happily.

Walker made an appointment with Griffith for dinner tomorrow and left beforehand. Griffith locked the classroom door and was about to return the key to the security guard. Reid has been following him silently, passing by an empty classroom, he suddenly reached out and pulled Griffith in, closing the door and locking it in one go.

Griffith was stunned by him, and didn't think of breaking free for a moment—until the hands holding him were weak, and Reid fell on him as if he couldn't stand still, Griffith panicked and remembered a question that was almost forgotten, so he went When I touched it, I happened to feel his disordered heartbeat.

Griffith half-supported and half-hugged Reid to place Reid on the first row of seats, and adjusted his posture. As a result, his satchel, which has not been zipped all year round, tilted, and two glass bottles rolled out. .

Reid hasn't had an attack for a long time, and he almost forgot about it.Fortunately, the symptoms are relatively mild, and the onset time is not long, but...

He closed his eyes gently, waiting patiently for the nauseating dizziness to pass.

Griffith held two cold medicine bottles, as if holding a piece of ice, which froze his soul almost unconscious.

What does he do with this every day?Where did he get it?What bottle is this?Is the improvement of his previous withdrawal symptoms the relief of symptoms, or...?

In panic, Griffith didn't notice Reid's abnormal expression.

Reid didn't tell Griffith a lot.For example, he suffers from insomnia, and even fears to sleep.If he's lucky, he'll see Griffith and enjoy some quiet time with him.But luck is called luck because it is not easy to get.In fact, most of the time, he will be with the cold corpse, repeating the murder again and again, as a bystander or victim.He kept waking up from the nightmare of being imprisoned, and kept seeing Tobias' face—struggling, timid, sad.

In the silent midnight, holding overly sweet coffee, he hurt each other with strange and complicated language.

But his colleagues acquiesced to his normal dark circles, accustomed to his large amount of coffee, and didn't notice anything wrong.

The sound of shallow breathing echoed in the empty classroom, and Griffith squeezed his wrist to confirm stability. Reid opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of the medicine bottle in his palm, and looked up just in time to see Griffith's indifferent expression.

The man's gentle and gentle breath faded completely, and he said without any ups and downs in his tone: "When did it happen?"

Reid deliberately concealed it, so he said in a bad tone: "It's none of your business." After he finished speaking, he reached out to grab it, and Griffith dodged back and avoided it.

"It's none of my business?" Griffith twitched his lips and sneered angrily, "You commute to and from work with morphine and drugs every day, if anyone finds out, you are suspected of drug use, and whether it is true or not, to Time is not a matter of inspection, the entire department must conduct a thorough investigation, you say it's none of my business?"

Reid had just had a seizure, and he was in a highly sensitive state.Hearing his subtext, Reid felt a nameless evil fire in his heart.He stood up abruptly and forcibly snatched two bottles of potion by virtue of his height advantage. Griffith was bumped by him, and he didn't pay attention to the steps under his feet, and fell firmly.But he didn't rush to stand up, just sat on the ground and looked up at Reid.

The disappointment in his eyes was like a steel needle, stabbing hard at the tip of Reid's heart.

Reid held the bottle and thought, "What am I doing?"

However, the rational questioning was quickly overwhelmed by anxiety, so Reid packed up his things and left without saying a word.

This matter can be big or small, if it is true, Griffith will definitely tell Hotch directly. Reid lifted the shoulder straps that were about to slip, preparing himself for Hotch's questioning call.But he waited from morning to night, and until the next morning, the phone was quiet. If it wasn't for Reid to glance at it from time to time, it would be exactly the same as no battery.

Because Griffith didn't file a complaint.

He asked Garcia to investigate Reid's spending records. Garcia was still in the bureau, and was very surprised when she heard this: "What did you say? You say it again?"

"Garcia, please. Just check for abnormalities, such as sudden large withdrawals." Griffith said, "I just have some problems and need to verify."

"Griffith, I want to tell you that no matter what you want to investigate, I can't agree to something that involves personal privacy." Garcia said seriously, "Unless you can convince me."

Griffith wiped his face: "Okay."

Then he selectively told the story of Reid and the two bottles of potions, and expressed his concerns more bluntly. Garcia finally let go: "Okay, I will check...but the results of the investigation are not certain, Reid If you really want to... just the two of us won't be able to find out."

Griffith curled up on the couch. "I know."

He just needed a little proof that Reid wasn't that kind of person.

So Reid got a call from Griffith on the third night.

"Reid, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you." Griffith came up straight to the point, "It's my fault."

He didn't shirk his responsibility, didn't make excuses saying "caring makes chaos", and didn't even ask for forgiveness.The initiative of the conversation is with Reid, which made him feel a lot better, and his tone eased: "It's okay."

Griffith was silent for a moment, then said awkwardly, "I believe you."

This sentence seemed to have some kind of weight, but it was just a light tap, gentle and appropriate.

"……thanks."

"Come on, John and Sally are here." Griffith said, "Tomorrow's flight, right? See you tomorrow."

It was only then that Reid remembered that he had an appointment with John, and hung up without further talking.

But tomorrow's flight...

Reid put down his phone, smashed the book on his face, and smiled silently.

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