[Criminal Minds] years before love

Chapter 138

The arrest was carried out unexpectedly smoothly, and the other party was completely unprepared to be discovered. Henry Owen was standing on the stage, and he was actually wearing a clergyman's attire, but of course this kind of activity that had nothing to do with religion in essence would not make Hotch feel any discomfort.

The police acted suddenly and took away the party and the warehouse at the same time, in a real sense of sweeping everything.

Hotch watched everyone being brought into the police car, and after reconfirming that no fish slipped through the net, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, if they were really allowed to set fire among the crowd, the consequences would be disastrous.

After roughly cleaning up the scene, we drove all the way back to the police station. There were decorations and a happy atmosphere everywhere, and there was even light snow in the air. In this season of New York, the cold is intertwined with rare warmth.

"Agent Hotchner, do you want to come to my house for Christmas?" Lee looked at Hotch who was staring out the window in a daze, and stepped forward to knock on his car window, "You can still catch the turkey dinner."

"Not appropriate." Hotch thought for a moment, "I don't think your family would be happy with you bringing an FBI agent home at a time like this."

"I'm sure they won't mind." Lee looked relaxed after solving such a big case, still propped up on his car and smiled at him, "I mean, Christmas isn't a good time for a person if you don't have other plans." People stay in hotels."

Hotch licked his lips unconsciously, "No, there's no need. I'd better hurry back."

"So...someone is waiting for you?" Lee blinked.

Hotch pouted, but didn't answer.

"Then I won't say more, be careful on the road, agent." Lee took a step back and waved at him.

Accompanied by the music from the radio all the way, Hotch was driving at high speed, there were not many cars on the road, and he was a bit at a loss as to where he should go.

It certainly wasn't the time to write reports at the Bureau, and while he fully understood the importance of paperwork and had always been pretty good at it, he clearly didn't have the enthusiasm for it yet.

At least, it wasn't for this that he braved the night and returned to Quantico exhausted.

But in fact it doesn't matter where he spends the night, he knows that there is no one waiting for him at home, not even food, maybe the refusal of the invitation is just to avoid the miserable atmosphere of watching others.

Hotch almost habitually slowed down and turned onto a small road. Although Rossi's house was not far from this road, he still insisted in his heart every time that he was just taking a shortcut.Although this road is neither close nor easy to walk.

Hotch told himself again that he would never go to Rossi's house today.Although he didn't find out that Rossi had a new relationship, he knew very well that if Rossi wanted to, he could always find someone to share every night with him. Hotch really didn't want to see this kind of scene.

He just glanced in that direction very casually.

Some accidents, Hotch is not surprised that the lights are turned off at Rossi's house, after all, he is probably already asleep at this time, but there is no decoration outside Rossi's house, which is incompatible with the colorful lights and festive decorations passing by along the way.

This is definitely not Rossi's style.

Hotch was almost about to stop, but in the end he just coasted slowly for a while, sighed softly, closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, before stopping completely, Hotch stepped on the accelerator hard and accelerated away.

Soon, however, Hotch's heart raced again at his doorstep.

There are people in his family.

Hotch wasn't in the habit of looking at the windows of his home before parking, and it wasn't until he saw the yellow light leaking from the crack in the door that he suddenly realized that someone was in his house and the lock hadn't been broken.

He knows exactly who has the keys to his house.

Hotch turned the key slowly and opened the door, his mind blank and unable to think at all.

The smell of roasted turkey came to the face, and David Rossi was half lying on the sofa, probably awakened from sleep by the sound of the door lock, with a book at his feet.

Hotch could hardly believe this wasn't his hallucination.

Until he heard Rossi's voice, "Welcome back, Aaron, and Merry Christmas."