The path of genius evolution

"That neighbor of yours works for the FBI?" In the early morning, the sun shone through the window, and Watson's face looked younger than usual.

Scott was really sleepy, but told the concerned doctor that he was going crazy because of the five-hour time difference between them: "Well, Reid, he's a very young talent, as far as I can tell. Knowing is probably the only one who can go head-to-head with Sherlock's store of knowledge, but he's not as aggressive or anti-social as the Consulting Detective, so he's likely to lose the debate."

"So he's friendly and you're out of danger?" Watson was slightly relieved.

"Watson, when I came to the United States, I didn't investigate their state secrets, and I didn't do anything illegal or criminal. Why would people from the FBI be a danger to me?" Scott laughed helplessly.

Watson thought for a while, and said: "But you are being targeted by a very large criminal organization. They are a transnational criminal group, and they are still eyeing you."

Scott smiled and looked at him: "I'm trained, Watson. If there is a danger, I can handle it, and if I can't, someone else will help. Could it be that Sherlock has successfully brainwashed you, making you think that all the policemen in the world are Is it rice?"

"Isn't it?" Watson asked back, and then he heard Sherlock's sneer, then he turned his head and glared at his cohabitant, and then said to Scott: "Forget about that, don't American policemen drink instant coffee when they work Do donuts come with a three-layer swimming ring?"

Scott didn't know what to say: "I should show you the pictures of the fbi's elite, so you can see how wrong you are."

"No, no need." Watson looked at Scott for a while, and then he asked, "Are you sure you're not in danger? Don't you need Sherlock to come and help you?"

Scott couldn't be bothered to laugh when he heard the last sentence. Whether Sherlock came here to help or make trouble, who knows.But of course I can't say this clearly, Sherlock is in the room: "It's okay, I hope you have a good day."

"You too," Watson said, and he watched Scott hang up the call.

At this time, the consultant detective who was playing the violin in pajamas on the sofa casually reminded: "I don't know if your day is going well, but Scott, who is five time zones away and has to deal with his mother's concern at [-] o'clock in the morning, is really a good day to start today." It was too bad.”

"Why didn't you say it earlier!?" Watson was dissatisfied, but he was stunned: "Who is the mother, Sherlock? Scott's child has lived with us for nearly five years, don't you worry about him?"

Sherlock stopped his song: "To be honest, Watson, I might be worried if you went to the United States alone to handle errands, but Scott has nothing to worry about." He stared into Watson's eyes and said, "In this world No one has called a man who can take down special forces and deceive national spies a child, except their mother."

Doctor Watson was speechless.

But Sherlock continued: "You call him up, I want to ask him if there are any interesting cases in the United States."

Watson glanced at him, pretended not to hear anything, picked up the newspaper on the coffee table and sat on the sofa to start his morning.

The consultant detective who was left on the sidelines was inexplicable: he was just telling the truth, why did the military doctor get angry again?

Scott, who was finally able to continue to sleep, had a dreamless night.He got up and tried knocking on Reid's door, but he wasn't back yet. Scott looked at the door for a moment, then turned back.But he heard footsteps, upstairs.

Scott was leaning against the door, and it was Reid, as he expected, but his expression looked terribly bad.

The smile on the corner of his lips slowly disappeared, and Scott held Reid's shoulder: "Hey, Reid, cheer up, what's wrong? This expression doesn't look like you just solved a case beautifully."

"How do you know we solved it beautifully?" Reid didn't answer him, but asked rhetorically.

Scott's hand was slightly hard: "You don't have this expression when you are sad about business."

"How long have we known each other, Scott?" Reid asked suddenly.

"I don't know," Scott thought, not an easy question for him.

"When we first met in Las Vegas, we were still wearing sweaters and jackets, but now the weather is hot enough to wear short-sleeved T-shirts." Reid lowered his head, "We have known each other for a total of 82 days, 43 of them without any contact, and we spent no more than a month together except when I was out in the field. But we talked about almost everything, and in such a broad topic, we never talked What we started with is our family."

Scott froze.

"And I'm going to visit my mother now, and I'll be with her for two weeks." Reid said, looking up at Scott, "I hope I can talk to you about her when I get back."

"No need to force yourself Reid, you need a break. You go out to work at two in the morning and have been busy until now. All you have to do now is take a shower, eat something, and get a good night's sleep. When you wake up Take care of yourself and book a plane ticket to your mother, believe me, she would rather see you looking refreshed and visiting her the next day than standing in front of her with dark circles under your eyes." Scott's voice Very soft, but very fast.

Reid took a deep breath. "Thank you, Scott. I don't know what I would have done otherwise."

"You know, it's just that you're a little confused now." Scott put down his hand, leaning against the wall, his lips curled up slightly: "Do you need me to help you book a ticket?"

"No, I'm going to take a shower, eat and sleep as you said, see you later." Reid's smile was not so far-fetched.

Although Scott was a little worried, he nodded and watched Reid enter the house.

The only thing both of them knew was that Scott was avoiding family issues.

Scott has seen many bizarre things in his life, most of them, no, it can be said absolutely that all the strange things he has seen in his life have been concentrated in the past five years.

So when he heard that Gideon had received a head and a baseball star's little thing in the mail, his expression didn't change at all.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Scott." ** sighed, but she didn't understand why Scott was also involved: "I hope this incident didn't scare you."

In contrast, Scott's expression is much more calm and calm than others: "If you and someone who will put some living human heads in the refrigerator and a skull in the room, I hope that there will be a whole street of chains in the next second." When a killer shoots a murderer and lives with a man for five years, you learn that these things are actually just as commonplace."

Hearing this, **'s expression changed: "You lived with an ogre? Kidnapped? Kidnapped? Five years in a row?"

"No, he's a consultant detective." Scott smiled. "Maybe we can frame him as a high-functioning sociopath."

**Nod her head, trying to make her smile not so stiff: "Anyway, please find a place to rest, as you can see, our current situation..." ** paused, and then said: "I'm very sorry."

"I understand, don't take care of me," Scott said.

** didn't have time to be polite with him, and left after hearing what he said and apologizing again.

After the police left, Scott glanced at the chaotic FBI office.It's a little better than the detective's house, probably the degree of genius is directly proportional to the degree of chaos in the house.Coming to such an irresponsible conclusion, Scott finally looked towards the empty interrogation room.

Maybe it's best for him to just stay there.

When Reid rushed back to bau from Nevada, most of the crew went looking for frankgiles.

Garcia gave him the address and gave her a depressed face.Despite the urgency of time, Reid stopped in his tracks: "Garcia, are you okay?"

"Of course, I'm fine." Garcia replied immediately, she was scolded by gideon, which was actually not that good.

Reid doesn't leave just because the answer is yes: "I mean, if there's anything I can do to help please just ask. I'm right here."

"Well," Garcia was also taken aback for a moment, she obviously didn't expect Reid to say such a thing.She wiped her eyes: "It's really okay, Reid thank you. You go and help the man first, they need you."

Seeing that her eyes were much brighter, Reid stopped insisting.He turned around and walked towards the elevator, but when passing by the interrogation room, he inadvertently glanced inside, which forced him to stop.

Scott was sitting alone in the interrogation room, lying idly on the table with an expression that he might fall asleep at any moment.

Reid trotted over to open the interrogation room door: "Scott, what are you doing in there?"

"Reid, why are you here? I don't know, I was drinking coffee at the time, and an FBI agent came over and told me to pick me up from the FBI." Scott briefly described what happened before and after, "**** said let me Find a place to stay by yourself, I can only find here."

"...Come with me." Reid pursed his lips.

Scott didn't think too much, and agreed very simply.

The crime scene is artistic, but not aesthetically pleasing.

When Scott and Reid arrived, man and Hotch were discussing what time should be the disappearing hour, and Reid said as he passed, "Three o'clock in the afternoon."

The deciphering of the crime scene became quite easy due to the addition of Reid. No one questioned Scott's arrival, and he watched the whole process from the sidelines.

Witnessing Reid's wit and erudition once again, Scott suddenly discovered that he actually didn't know much about this little genius who had been together for less than a month.

"Scott, what's your opinion?" Gideon suddenly asked when returning.

Scott glanced at him and replied, "I don't know what FrankGiles did before, anyway, it's definitely not him who hacked your technician's computer."

"Because there are no instruments in the house?" Reid was puzzled, he didn't know how Scott could tell.

"Because of his hands." Scott said flatly, "Although he is very disrespectful to the deceased, he really deserves to die."

Man sneered: "A pervert getting rid of a scum for this society?"

"No one has the right to decide the life and death of others. Both nature and human beings have made laws. Nature never oversteps, but human beings never stop trampling on them."