[Criminal Minds] years before love

Chapter 114

The psychiatrist Spade who rushed over early the next morning was dressed in professional attire, anxious and tired. Hotch handed her a cup of coffee.

"I received a call from the police and rushed over after work."

"Thank you."

"No." She forced a smile, her face full of worry, "I'm sorry for the delay for a few days."

"Are you close to Emma McKain?" Rossi looked at Spade, then at the photo of Emma, ​​who was dressed in a very different style, "The record says she goes to you to report three times a week, I guess that's not easy for her .”

"Close?" She shook her head. "No, not at all, Emma doesn't want to come at all. She only comes because Mr. McKain wants her to come, most of the time she doesn't disobey her father's wishes."

"Won't be disobedient?" Hotch looked at the picture too, which obviously wouldn't be something a father, a lawyer, would like.

The psychiatrist shook his head, "I know what you think, but Mr. McKain won't comment on such a trivial matter as her changing her image. He may be unhappy, but he won't say anything."

"Did he tell you, or did she tell you, or...?" Rossi frowned.

"Emma said. She reports to me three days a week, two hours at a time, and while most of the time we are wasting time, she complains occasionally. Mr. McKain loves his children, but Emma is about to be overwhelmed by his Crazy love."

Rossi stared at her, shaking his head slightly after a while, and moved his chair closer. "Spade, you seem to care about her."

"She's my patient, shouldn't I care about her?" Spade blinked quickly a few times, "Emma is just a child, she doesn't know what she wants."

"She's your patient." Rossi continued speaking faster, "Honestly, I've probably talked to hundreds of psychiatrists, and you're the first one to be so cooperative. Huh? Canceled work and came back?"

Spade stepped back a little, her eyes wandering away, and she squeezed the glass tightly, rubbing her fingers unconsciously.

"She should be a troublesome patient to you. Very uncooperative, maybe even against you." Hotch blocked her on the other side, meeting her eyes, "and her father is a lawyer, according to me You know that most psychiatrists tend to protect themselves in this situation and you don't seem to be concerned at all about him bringing charges against you."

"Uh, I didn't think about it. But Mr. McKain knows I'm looking for Emma." Spade's eyes met his, and he turned away. "He won't."

"Interesting, Spade, you were accusing him of his attitude towards Emma just now." Rossi curled his lips and narrowed his eyes. "It doesn't sound like you agree with him."

"Hey! I'm here to help you find her!" Spade gritted his teeth and glared at them.

"Then don't waste your time and tell us what you know."

"I don't know." Spade was still waiting for him, "I swear she didn't tell me she wanted to run away, or met any weird people lately, she does get more cranky or quiet sometimes, but that's normal of—you should go out and find her!"

"The last person she saw was her ex-boyfriend, who said Emma didn't look threatened, driving alone, with junk food in the back seat." Rossi stared at her, "There is no evidence that she was taken away, No ransom calls, no abandoned vehicles found. Given how long she was missing, if she was indeed taken, the chances of her being alive are slim."

Spade panicked.

"Spade, do you think Emma has any chance of committing suicide?" Hotch watched as she stroked her fingers more often, the slightly lighter skin around the base of her ring finger standing out.

"No." Spade tried to force himself to think about it, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I believe if she wants to do this, she will let me know."

"Spade." Rossi took the glass from her hand. "Is McKain your divorce lawyer?"

"Are you dating him?" Hotch added quickly.

Spade stood up and almost tripped over himself. "What are you guys talking about? I… I want my lawyer."

"You mean, you want us to call McKain?" Rossi raised an eyebrow.

Spade was speechless, and after a while, she sighed softly and sat down again, "That has nothing to do with Emma leaving."

"Really? I wouldn't be so sure." Rossi handed over a photo of Emma from a few years ago, "Spade, think again, you are a psychiatrist, you should be able to perceive something-you talked about what happened back then about that?"

"No, never." Spade shook his head. "I've been waiting for her to be ready."

"What are you talking about?"

"Emma is not very cooperative most of the time, and occasionally we will talk about her father." Spade is a little uncomfortable, "she will write and draw pictures while talking. I have confirmed that most of them are meaningless words and phrases, no Suicidal or self-harming tendencies, like she's writing down part of what she's saying."

"Can I see it?" Rossi's eyes lit up.

"In my office." Spade hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.