sinovels Chapter 146 Extra Story: Night Office
Chapter 146 Extra Story: Night Office
"Hi, you don't seem to like me very much?" Tim propped one hand on the wall, blocking the way of Director Bingshan in front of him, with an unruly wildness in his arrogant eyebrows and eyes.
Hotch glanced at the handsome blond guy in front of him with the expression of being a gang member, and slowly ground his back molars twice, but that cold face seemed to be wearing a mask, even his all-powerful colleagues They can rarely draw any analysis results from such a face.
Tim's piercing gaze brushed over Director Bingshan's sharp-edged handsome face, and his heart was itching. He felt that the two sharp thick eyebrows carried an attractive "frigidity" style, so the corners of his mouth curled up. The arc is a little bigger.
"To be honest, my dear supervisor, we have been together for a month, and you are still the same as when we first met. Is this really okay?"
This is what Tim is good at: intentionally misrepresenting the truth.It was clearly saying that they had been working together for a month, but what they said sounded like an affair between the two of them.
Hotch glanced up and down the guy who flirted with the entire FBI female bio, his sharp gaze seemed to be dissecting this guy who looked like America's sweetheart: "What do you want to do with the guy who just met?" different?"
He raised his eyebrows slightly as he spoke.
"Ah, if you put it this way, you should at least be in the state of having coffee and dinner together after get off work?" Tim's proposal was malicious, and he winked, a canine tooth protruded from the corner of his mouth, and the top of the small white tooth flashed a white light.
Hotch's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had seen the gears turning in the man's mind.
Coffee, dinner, alcohol, dates, sex, this is what Tim is like after meeting him for a month. He is such a playboy who eats both men and women.
But now the iceberg in front of him just raised his wrist to look at his watch. The time on the top was already pointing to three o'clock in the morning. He raised his sharp eyebrows and looked at him, asking: "Do you think this time is appropriate? Or do you think BAU has time to do something?" These things?"
After just wrapping up a case, Hotch just wants to go back and clear his mind and get some sleep, not here with a pretty doll blocking his way.
But Hotch didn't say a polite "what's the matter" or just say "get out of the way", he was just waiting for the other person to speak first, so as not to waste his energy.
After all, this golden retriever has used this kind of beginning for countless times, but God knows what the standard answer to this question is, and as a typical elite, he doesn't want to be able to understand the brain circuit of a golden retriever. Too rough.
Facing Hotch's words, Tim's little self-confidence exploded. He thought that the man in front of him knew what was on his mind. This was also a response, maybe it was because he didn't have time?
After all, Tim has a kind of self-confidence about his height and figure, so he made a threatening expression that he thought he was charming and approached Director Bingshan: "My dear supervisor, what is your reaction? Maybe what is in your mind right now? Thinking, are you thinking of adding something to my file?"
Hotch stared at the big golden retriever coldly, not moving at all, waiting for the kid to make a fool of himself. Sure enough, Tim leaned close to the bridge of Hotch's nose, only to find tragically that Supervisor Bingshan seemed to be taller than him... by three centimeters.
"What do you want me to add?" Hotch lowered his eyes slightly, the brilliant blond hair reflected in his dark pupils, and the face under the messy blond hair was handsome enough to dominate Hollywood.
"It's up to you. What do you want to write about? Dear Mr. Director." A weary smile tugged at the corner of Tim's mouth, but he actually choked on Hotch's words.
Tim had expected the iceberg to say something directly, at least threaten to add something rather unfriendly to his future in his file, after all he had been harassing him for a whole month.
You know, harassment with obvious intentions also accounts for a considerable proportion.
"This is the fifth time you've asked me this question this month." Hotch fixed his eyes on Tim, his slender knuckles running up the button line of his suit, and finally stopped at his neck.
Tim's vision was as if glued to Hotch's body, his Adam's apple rolled up and down under his fair skin, and his mind had already begun to frantically make up his mind, thinking about what kind of figure was wrapped under the strict suit.
Hotch adjusted his collar, and said slowly: "What makes you think that I must be dissatisfied with you?"
Tim couldn't hear what Hotch said at all, his eyes were almost red, watching the slender fingers wipe across the neckline, smoothing the wrinkles on the top bit by bit, wishing he could flatten himself The flat one will become the collar of the shirt, or even the tie that has been scratched by the finger will do.
"For example, you always ignore my answers. Isn't this dissatisfaction with a person?" Tim barely suppressed the wolf howl in his throat, aiming at the right moment to make a flirting gesture - raising his hand to try to help the iceberg supervisor The tie was adjusted, but unfortunately it was let go.
"However, I don't think that's the reason why you ask the same question five times a month. Whether you ask or not, my opinion of you is fixed, isn't it?" Hotch said in a business-like tone, absent-mindedly looking inexplicably excited the Tim.
The elevator next to it just got off finally started to go up.
"You have asked too many times, and I know you better than your friend Leo. Now I can't make any comments on you." Supervisor Bingshan added a rare sentence. In fact, he was caught by this The big golden retriever got impatient.
It's a pity, in the opinion of Golden Retriever Tim, this type of harassment is one of the necessary tricks for chasing a prey: let him get used to your harassment, whether he likes it or not, and wait until one day the poor little prey finds you missing. That's when the prey takes the bait.
Although this kind of routine is regarded as a childish trick by a certain lion, full of the low EQ of kindergarten children, but Tim never tires of it.
"Look, if you give some comments, my work will improve, won't it?" Tim coughed and simply used work as an excuse.
"I don't think now is the time to comment on you. As for the reason, I think you know it well, Mr. Hort." The black-haired director Bingshan sounded threatening through his nasal cavity, through his tall The bridge of the nose looked at the blank expression of a certain golden retriever for a moment.
Hotch is very clear that this golden retriever must have a strong background, but does he need to take care of it? He doesn't need to take care of it at all. Sometimes it only needs to add something else to the evaluation, and it is enough for some people to be quickly packed home by their families. , such as "harassing colleagues of the same sex."
"Actually, I think it's a good choice to have a cup of coffee and talk slowly." Tim didn't want to understand Hotch's hint, so he continued to attack.
For his own charm, Tim has always been full of confidence. Of course, this also has a lot to do with those guys who tout his handsome appearance all day long.
After all, a guy who has never been chased will never doubt the attractiveness of his appearance to others.
Hotch was silent for half a second, his gaze swept over the ostentatious golden hair: "Espresso?"
Tim spread his hands: "Why don't you have a caramel macchiato?"
Hotch felt that he shouldn't expect the golden retriever to understand human speech.He barely restrained his temper towards this boy who blocked the way. You must know that he has been a "moving family rule" for so long, and he must not break the precept tonight.
Tim showed a charming smile, and raised his hand to scratch the chin of the iceberg director in front of him, but unfortunately, Hotch's excellent reflexes made him avoid it again seemingly inadvertently.
"So, if you have any questions, you can make an appointment to chat with me. Of course, my personal suggestion is that you go to chat with Rossi. He has more experience and I believe he can give you better advice." Hotch's facial expression and usual work It's the same as when it's time-that is, it is expressionless, as if it is serious to provide the best advice to a subordinate who has encountered professional confusion.
Tim put his hands on the wall down, put them in the pockets of his sexy jeans, and leaned halfway to approach the iceberg director: "Oh, if you say that, people will be sad."
Hotch continued to back away calmly, putting away the disdain in his eyes: "I'm just a suggestion, I don't see any point that will make you sad, if there is, I apologize."
With well-regulated speech, there is no problem at all.
The "ding" notification sounded when the elevator arrived. Hotch nodded politely and distantly, walked around the pile in front of him and stepped into the elevator, and turned to face the thoughtful Tim: "Let's go together."
Tim folded his arms and leaned against the elevator safety door, slowly shook his head, smiled smartly, and then waved: "I think I still need to sort out the relevant information of today's case."
Hotch nodded, the elevator doors closed slowly, Tim ran back into the office with oil on his feet, how could he pass up a chance to invade Hotch's office at will
At least it is another kind of understanding, who knows if there is something for self-entertainment hidden in this guy's office?
In Hotch's office, a shadow rummaged furtively, and finally couldn't forget to return everything to its original place.
"What a... man without the slightest bit of emotion..." Tim was disappointed.
After a while, he found a small box with a lock behind a group of files.
"What's in here?" Tim was excited as if he had discovered a new world, and he thought it was time to touch something this time.
Tim tried a few times, and found that there was no way to open the box without breaking the lock. He was distressed when he heard a voice behind him.
"What are you doing?" It was Hotch who had left half an hour ago!
Tim panicked, almost flew out of the small box in his hand, hugged it in a hurry, and turned his head in embarrassment: "Hehe, are you already at work now?"
Hotch's expression was hidden in the darkness, and Tim couldn't see clearly.
"I forgot something, just go back and pick it up." Hotch said lightly, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with the golden retriever appearing in his office.
Maybe because it was too late, he was a little confused? Tim made this analysis.
"You're curious what's inside?" Hotch found a file under his arm, and reached out to pat the small box that was held tightly by Tim.
Tim looked at the expression on Hotch's face hesitantly, and judged whether this person was sleepwalking, and his brain circuit quickly took him away: If it was sleepwalking, could he be able to...
"Since you're so curious, let me show you." Hotch showed a rare friendship to the golden retriever.
Watching Director Bingshan take out a brand new key, Tim felt a little question in his mind: Brand new key?How is this going?
The next second, the box was opened.
Tim's scalp was about to explode, and it turned out that there was a black snake entrenched inside!
At the same time, something cold caught Tim's wrist with a "click".
Tim was as quiet as a chicken for a moment, only to see that his wrists were handcuffed, and the other end was stuck on the shelf of the fixed bookcase.
The corner of Hotch's mouth hooked up slightly, and he lifted the snake out of the box and hung it on Tim's already stiff golden-haired neck: "So now I really want to go back, good night."
The stiff golden-haired Tim was handcuffed in the office of Director Bingshan who had always wanted to have sex with him. He was accompanied all night by the cold-blooded snake that he had always been afraid of.
But the next day...
"Shut up you idiot, how could Hotch do such a boring thing." The BAUs gave him the unanimous answer.
Inside the snake box that Tim had long forgotten, a note Hotch stuffed into the shredder.
It says: The gadget that golden retrievers are most afraid of. Of course, it is also very good as a pet.On the inscription is a fancy signature: Kanoge.