Soon after, everyone returned to the living room and sat around the recording equipnt, waiting for the kidnappers to call again.
Finally, amidst everyone's silent gaze and Evan Davenport's anxious pacing, the phone rang.
Rossi sat in front of the equipnt, silently watching as the phone rang. After seven or eight rings, Evan, unable to contain himself any longer, reached out to press the call button.
"Don't rush, don't rush," Rossi gestured for Jack to stop him.
The phone continued to ring, and after another seven or eight rings, Rossi finally answered. Before anyone could hear anything from the other end, he hung up imdiately.
"What are you doing?" Evan was astonished by his action, and even Cheryl seed flustered.
The BAU mbers ignored the father and daughter, focusing only on the recording equipnt. JJ subtly placed a hand on Cheryl's shoulder.
Soon, the phone rang again.
This ti, Rossi didn't wait long and quickly answered the phone. "Hello."
"Tell that was just a technical malfunction, not that you hung up on ." Before the kidnapper could finish speaking, Rossi hung up again.
"Agent Rossi, what are you doing?" Evan panicked even more. He didn't know what Rossi was up to, but this would obviously provoke the kidnapper.
"Aren't you going to answer the phone? What do you want to do?" Evan looked at the others in a panic: Jack, JJ, and Reid. "You're going to drive this guy crazy. Answer the phone."
Rossi simply put a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Jack, like JJ, had already put a hand on Evan's shoulder to keep him from getting too agitated.
The phone rang again, and this ti even Cheryl beca agitated. "You have to answer the phone, for God's sake, answer it!"
JJ pulled her into her arms. "He knows what he's doing."
Chaos ensued. Evan, held down by Jack, began shouting, "Answer the phone, for God's sake, please!"
Finally, Rossi pressed the answer button, his tone light and cheerful. "Hello, this is the Davenport family."
The kidnapper was clearly enraged. "Are you crazy? You know I'll kill Tracy, don't you? Do you have—"
Rossi hung up again, and everyone fell silent.
When the phone rang for the fourth ti, Rossi suddenly laughed. Seeing how indifferent he was to his daughter's life, Evan had completely lost control. If he hadn't been unable to break free from Jack's grasp, he probably would have already lunged at Rossi and fought him to the death.
"You'll kill my daughter, answer the phone! Answer the phone!" Evan yelled.
"Keep him quiet," Rossi glanced at him and then ignored him.
Jack, worried that using one hand too forcefully might hurt him, had to use both hands to soften his grip.
anwhile, JJ firmly held Cheryl under control. The Davenport father and daughter were both emotionally distraught, screaming and crying loudly.
After ringing more than ten tis, Rossi finally pressed the call button, and the father and daughter's screams and cries were clearly heard on the other end of the line.
"She's dead! If you hang up on again, I'll cut her up!" ca a frantic shout from the other end.
Rossi calmly replied, "Sorry, you must have dialed the wrong number," and then hung up again.
"You killed Tracy, Rossi, you killed my daughter!" Evan Davenport, pinned to his seat by Jack, choked out.
"No, sir." Rossi looked at him, a smile on his face.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Evan gasped for breath, tears streaming down his face, barely able to speak from rage.
The phone rang for the fifth ti. Rossi sat up straight, muttering, "You should believe ." Then he pressed the answer button again.
This ti, the kidnapper's voice was surprisingly calm, as if his previous frenzied shouting had never happened. He only made one request, "Let Cheryl answer the phone."
"No, that's impossible. Cheryl won't talk to you anymore." Rossi's voice was calm and even, as if giving a routine notification.
"Ha, listen to your bureaucratic tone. Who do you think you are? An old codger outdated by the tis. Why don't you continue writing books to make money? Aren't your female fans dressed in last century's fashions enough for you, David?"
The voice on the phone was full of sharp, sarcastic mockery, as if retaliating for Rossi's previous actions.
The Davenport father and daughter fell silent, seemingly still not understanding what had happened.
The other BAU agents breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled; their goal had been achieved.
Rossi seed to have been hit where it hurt, remaining silent for a long ti before finally letting out a long sigh. "Looks like you know well. You sound like a smart, well-educated person, but clearly you don't really know ."
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded sowhat smug, continuing to spout nonsense.
"No, no, no, I know everything about you. That pretty agent, everyone calls you JJ, right? A pretty but useless female cop who can't find her place in the NYPD."
"What are you trying to prove by coming to the BAU, a male-dominated place? Continue proving you're just a useless pretty face? Or are you going to use your looks to conquer all the male team mbers?"
"And Dr. Reid, the child prodigy — have you been weaned yet? Maybe you can make money counting cards in Las Vegas casinos soday."
"Oh, and finally, there's Jack Tavelor, such an ordinary na. Did your parents' death in the fire give you PTSD? Pursuing a vague sense of justice, staining your hands with blood — do you ever wake up in the middle of the night?"
"You can't threaten , you can't threaten anyone. I know your secrets, I know what you're up to, and I know exactly what you're planning to do next. What about you?"
After a hysterical outburst, the phone was suddenly hung up. The BAU mbers exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes gleaming with barely concealed amusent, as if they hadn't just been insulted.
"What just happened? What the hell was that? Why did he say he knew what to do next? Is he planning to hurt my daughter?" Evan gasped for breath, filled with worry and fear, feeling as if his heart was being gripped tightly in soone's hand.
"No, he's just trying to show off his intelligence," Rossi analyzed, deliberately moving closer to the phone tapping device.
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