American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"..."

Gideon looked up at Chuck 192's strong body and round chin, thinking of Chuck's record of shooting heads with guns and easily hitting ten with one punch, and then listened to Chuck talking seriously about how he was still a just now. The baby, who was learning to walk while holding on to something, felt a little dazed for a moment.

What does a normal baby look like?

It took him a while to come back to his senses, expel the weird image of baby Chuck from his mind, and secretly complained in his heart: "You just learned to walk by holding something, it is a small step in space..."

But at this point, Gideon had to admit in his heart that it was not unreasonable for Chuck to say that it was inappropriate for him and Reed to talk about liking a girl rashly.

Relationships need to be managed.

There is no experience that is random, and most of them end miserably.

Ordinary people can laugh it off, but for a person like Reed, who is very affectionate and sincere, he is afraid that there will be another hole in his heart that cannot be filled in his lifetime, provided that he can continue to bear it.

And because of the nature of their work, it is indeed dangerous for Reid to like a girl.

Gideon sighed inwardly.

Reed's ability is very valuable to the BAU, but as to whether Reed can stay in the BAU and retain the possibility of liking a girl, the choice can only be in Reed's own hands, and he can't say much.

After all, none of the old people in BAU has a normal family.

A stable and warm family is a luxury for them.

"...Chuck, are you just a baby?"

Reed was also struck by Chuck's bizarre metaphor.

7!

There are already 7!

Is this just a baby?

"certainly."

Chuck nodded seriously.

What he said was true. They were mentally unstable and had to be extremely cautious about things that could affect their mental state.

Like a girl, for severe obsessive-compulsive disorder patients like them who like homeostasis, it can almost be predetermined as love. The love of people like them can almost be said to never change in a lifetime, unlike Joey's. Schrödinger’s fraternity is completely different.

However, most people have a Schrödinger-style love. Today they say they love someone, but tomorrow they may say they don’t love it anymore. There is no certainty.

Moreover, in this dangerous world of American dramas, unspeakable things happen at any time.

Under such circumstances, how can people like them talk about love rashly?

Extreme wisdom will be hurt, deep love will not live long!

We can see from past experience that this world is dangerous enough, and for the sake of everyone, Chuck feels that this can never be too prudent.

"Then when will you become an adult?"

Reed couldn't laugh or cry.

Chuck thought for a moment and replied seriously: "In my lifetime."

Reed was silent.

Even Chuck is far away in his lifetime, but what about him?

"If nothing happens tomorrow night, I will show you."

Chuck saw Reed in a sad mood and looked at him with the chess pieces.

"Is this appropriate?"

Reed was a little moved.

He was very curious about how Chuck, a fellow man, came into contact with girls, and wanted to learn a lesson.

"It's all exercise, nothing inappropriate."

Chuck settled down and said calmly.

late at night.

BAU Director Hotchner and FBI New York Branch Director Kate walked in chatting and laughing. Seeing that Chuck and the other three were still there, they couldn't help but be surprised and said, "You haven't been down here all this time, have you?"

"yes."

Reed looked away from the chessboard and said happily: "The game between Chuck and Gideon was very exciting."

"Aren't you hungry?"

Director Kate was speechless.

"I didn't feel it before."

After Reid was stunned for a moment, he felt a wave of hunger coming over him.

"We're here first. Do you have time to continue tomorrow?"

Gideon glanced at the chessboard and looked up at Chuck.

"good."

Chuck had no problem with that.

Gideon is the third player he has encountered that he is not sure of winning, and he is looking forward to the subsequent progress.

Only slow work can produce fine work.

A game that is not limited to time can truly demonstrate a person's chess and brain power. In the process, some casual words will reveal doubts, and the spark of wisdom and aura colliding is the most beautiful scene.

The next day.

"babygirl (little cute)..."

In an office, there were 6 BAU people plus Director Chuck and Kate. There was no one else around. Bald Morgan received a call from Garcia, the hacker technician in the bureau. His words attracted attention. He noticed the eyes around him. Only then did Bald Morgan After realizing that this was not in private, nor in the past, now there was a veteran Gideon back in the BAU, and there were also outsiders like Director Chuck and Kate, he quickly changed his tone: "Garcia, I turned on the voiceover. Everyone is here, tell me what you found.”

"Okay, Chief Gideon asked me to monitor Agent Dison Galen."

On the other end of the phone, Garcia, who was far away at the FBI headquarters in Quantico, was sitting in a small office room with computer screens in front of him. He was rocking a swivel office chair and playing with the pen in his hand. He knew that there were all people in front of him, and Commander Gideon, who looked relatively prim, straightened his body, put away his usual joking tone with Bald Morgan, and started talking about business.

"Wait, Gideon asked Agent Chardison Gallen to be monitored?"

Bald Morgan frowned and interrupted: "Isn't that one of those 14 people?"

Then he looked at Chuck: "You said he was fine."

"I said."

Chuck nodded.

"...So you're fishing."

Bald Morgan paused and looked around at everyone: "Do you all know?"

"Dr. Wolfe told me."

Gideon continued: "This matter is probably related to the White House gang entrenched in law enforcement agencies, and it is a huge White House gang organization that can span the east and west coasts and even extend its tentacles into the FBI, so the fewer people know about it, good."

Bald Morgan looked at Hotchner, the real supervisor, with some dissatisfaction: "Do you know this?"

In his eyes, Gideon is the legendary veteran who founded the BAU, but after all, he has just been transferred back. The one who really walks the talk in the BAU should be the young and powerful Hotchner.

"I have no idea."

Director Hotchner shook his head: "But Gideon is right, the less people know about this kind of thing, the better."

Bald Morgan turned his head and showed an unhappy and helpless smile.

That's it again!

Director Hotchner not only personally invited Gideon back from his position as teacher, but also deliberately lowered his presence. Whenever Gideon was present, Gideon was the dominant one, as if Gideon was the real BAU. Same as supervisor.

He knew that Hotchner had followed Gideon in the past, but times had changed, and if he were the supervisor Hotchner would never do this.

"Garcia, keep talking."

Supervisor Hotchner glanced at Morgan, then returned his gaze to the landline phone with the voice dial on the middle table, and spoke calmly.

In his opinion, Bald Morgan is still too immature.

Admitting that others are better than yourself is a show in itself.