Fortunately, the buzz surrounding the shooting subsided within a few days. After all, with so many incidents every year, and this ti the death toll not exceeding ten, it wasn't exactly big news.
The mbers of the action team couldn't be known, including Garcia and JJ. Everyone's personal information was kept secret, as there had been nurous instances in BAU history of serial killers seeking fa or challenges actively seeking out others.
Therefore, whether it was the Starbucks God or the Suit Man, they were quickly forgotten by the internet. More people knew Jack, as many in the Wilshire branch knew him, but very few knew Hotchner's identity.
The party held at Jack's house the following day was a great success. His carefully prepared Italian cuisine received high praise. Compared to the more sophisticated French food, Italian food, where one could sit and chat for hours, was clearly more suitable for a small gathering of about ten people.
Except for Hotchner, who had to care for his pregnant wife and couldn't attend, overall, the BAU's first party was quite successful.
Rossi raved about almost every dish, including the little sothing Jack had secretly added to dessert — a sweet dish.
Reid finished it before everyone and was ready for the seconds.
The girls were clearly more interested in the supposedly other dishes. JJ, Emily Prentiss, and Penelope Garcia tasted the food Jack had specially prepared for them for the first ti.
[A/n: This freak writing about so beauty soup, bro just add sen into their bowls and call it Jack's special.]
Ever since they learned that the beautiful girl with amazing skin on the 12th floor was Jack's girlfriend, the three girls had visited Hannah under various pretexts. Except for JJ, who had so complicated thoughts, the other two were quite amazed.
They all asked Jack about Hannah's beauty secrets. Which he just answered as the hereditary.
[A/n:
Of course, he couldn't use massage as an excuse, since neither Emily nor Garcia were his type.
So, was the Mr. Hunter his type? Ha ha. I an he massaged him.]
But his food made them forget about this issue as the taste was divine. He also recomnde them to not touch the chingchong food. In his words-'That greasy shit made with dogs is not for you humans.'
Even though it is not done US, just the thought of it made them hate Chingchong food. But they hinted at him to bring more food to the work.
They were willing to spend more ti at the gym to burn off those extra calories. Even the hobody Garcia was asking Emily if she could sign up for a dance class to stay fit.
After dinner, Jack introduced a new form of entertainnt, which quickly captivated almost everyone. The oddly shaped square table in Jack's living room finally served its purpose — a briscola table.
The mbers of the BAU team were all undoubtedly highly intelligent by ordinary standards, but since eting the genius encyclopedia Dr. Reid, almost everyone began to doubt their own intelligence.
For Reid, who was refused entry to Las Vegas casinos, any card ga was rely a ntal exercise to relax his brain.
Within days of eting, everyone began declining any card gas with Reid. After all, they had all once been outstanding individuals in their social circles, and no one liked the feeling of losing and questioning their existence.
Now, Jack's briscola ga had brought everyone's intelligence back to the sa starting line.
There are too many ways to win at briscola. While you can try to calculate the odds and increase your win rate by counting cards, the effect is limited. Luck sotis plays a major role. Plus, you can cooperate to suppress the undefeated champions, so everyone quickly beca fond of this Italian card ga.
The briscola decks they were playing were made by Jack himself. He collected so wood and carved a few decks in his spare ti to practice his skills.
Unexpectedly, the BAU mbers quickly beca addicted. A few days later, Rossi traded a small oil painting — supposedly worth a house for Jack — for two deluxe briscola decks.
One was placed in the office, and the other in the Gulfstream aircraft. From then on, briscola beca the team's only designated and universal form of entertainnt.
Jack guessed that Rossi was taking precautions based on his past experience, considering the dual physical and psychological pressures the team mbers would face in the future.
Therefore, although he felt the team's artistic style was gradually being led astray, Jack happily hung the small oil painting in his bedroom.
He truly couldn't understand the multi-million dollar abstract painting in Chris's RV, but he really liked this painting, supposedly a practice piece; at least he could understand what it depicted.
However, soon after, JJ brought the BAU team mbers, who were engrossed in doing nothing, their first case since the team's formation.
A Nevada sheriff had requested assistance from the FBI regarding a series of suspicious incidents in Reno, which the sheriff believed were interconnected.
"Three days ago outside Reno, a Honda sedan was hit by a semi-trailer truck. The truck driver was unhard, but Jonathan and Rebecca Gordon, the couple in the sedan, were pronounced dead at the scene."
In the eting room, JJ displayed photos and information from the local police departnt on the screen.
"When the local sheriff arrived at the scene, he noticed sothing unusual: there was no splattered blood inside the car, no seatbelt bruises on the bodies, and no lacerations from the airbags," Reid concluded, stroking his chin. "The couple were already dead before the accident?"
"Yes," JJ nodded. "The dical examiner confird this and discovered their true cause of death."
"Both husband and wife suffered blunt force trauma to the head, and there is evidence that the wife was assaulted and abused before her death."
"And then?" Hotchner gestured for JJ to continue. A simple staged car accident case obviously wouldn't be directly transferred to the BAU; there must be more to it.
JJ pressed the remote control in his hand, and a series of photos appeared on the large screen.
"Based on that data, Garcia looked for similar accidents that had recently occurred in the border area between California and Nevada, including two other cases provided by the sheriff. We found a total of six similar cases in the past two months."
"They were all couples or lovers in a car, hit by a semi-trailer truck or heavy truck, and both died. However, because the two states have different jurisdictions, these cases weren't imdiately linked, and three of them were treated as ordinary car accidents."
Rossi quickly flipped through the files in his hand. "Each ti, there was only one man and one woman in the car, in the middle of the night, the car was stopped in the middle of the road, and the locations were all off-road, secluded sections of the road. This can't be a coincidence. Have we found any other commonalities?"
JJ turned to the next page of his notebook and read, "Garcia found that the families of two of these couples had police reports, stating that they had been missing for at least 48 hours."
[A/n: For those who like to eat C*hinese food, just treat my bashing as a joke.
But seriously, I had to change the whole content at the beginning. And just when I thought it couldn't get worse, enter the mahjong. Now, I don't know about this ga. Does US or any country doesn't even have a decent ga for them to play, but I changed it to a Italian ga.]
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