Chapter 388 Empathy
"Don't move!" While Jack was holding Henry down, Hotchner and Red stepped forward to hold down Michael Genasco, who subconsciously wanted to protect his son and was struggling to get up from the ground.
Henry on the other side was still screaming. Jack removed his wrist joints but did not reattach them to him.
He became angry when he thought that the injuries on Jiejie's face were caused when she was protecting him and fighting with Michael Genasco.
Moreover, this little brat actually pointed the gun at Jiejie in the end, out of pure ignorance. Jack was not big-minded and would avenge himself on the spot.
That is to say, there are too many people watching, otherwise even if this kid is not allowed to have his brain opened up, he will have to lie in bed for several months.
Hand the handcuffed Genasco to Chief Parker, and leave the rest to the local police.
Andrea White was also brought to the scene in a police car, holding her son and crying bitterly. Everyone in the BAU knew the beginning and end of the matter. Both Emily and Rossi just stood aside and watched coldly.
Jack asked for some gauze, cotton balls, saline and iodophor from the emergency personnel, and helped Jie Jie treat the wound, while Red chattered with concern.
"Red, I'm fine, I swear, it's just a little scratch." Jiejie comforted him.
"I don't think so. I saw at least two cuts and three bruises, including the eye sockets, and maybe some rib fractures. I saw you took a serious hit on your ribs when you were fighting. I strongly suggest you go to the hospital for a surgery. CT.”
Before Rhett finished speaking, Jack slipped aside and left him to Hotchner. Although this boy was not very knowledgeable about men and women, he was a little uncomfortable staring at his woman like this.
Seeing Jie Jie using a small mirror to examine a small scratch on her cheek, Jack angrily put her down on his lap and rinsed her with saline.
"Now you know how much you feel sorry for yourself? Hotchner and I are not here, so you guys are so eager to rush in?"
In public, it was the first time that the two of them were so intimate in front of everyone in BAU, which made Jiejie feel a little uneasy and struggled to get up.
"Aren't you worried that he will hurt the hostages? Jack, let go. I can handle it myself."
"Don't move, I'm not responsible for the scars." Jack threatened fiercely, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to move.
"If this happens in the future, let Rhett do it. His talk is much better than your skills."
Emily walked over from the side and said, "Hey, kid, this kind of statement makes me feel like you look down on us girls."
Jack quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Don't be like this. Before Rhett grew to 160 pounds, I always regarded him as one of you girls. I was just saying that everyone has their own things that they are good at."
Hearing this, Rhett retorted rather unconvincingly, "I'm almost 170 pounds now."
Jack curled his lips with a look of disdain, "The piglets I raised at Brother Wolfe's farm grow much faster than you. It only takes one year for them to grow from birth to 300 pounds. But under my careful feeding, you grow faster." It’s been two years and I’ve only gained over 20 pounds.”
Although there are no common sayings in European and American culture such as cannibalism, the truth is the same. Rhett opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute someone's fallacies.
Finally, he helped Jie Jie bandage the small scratch on her arm. Jack patted her shoulder and asked her to sit up.
"Try not to get your arms wet. I'll help you deal with the bruises on your face when you get back."
Rossi walked slowly over and pouted at the mother and son who were hugging and crying not far away, "Are you really not going to help that child connect his wrist? He is still a minor."
"No, that's a doctor's job, and I don't want to get in trouble." Jack shook his head.
Fortunately, there is no real "Holy Mother" here, and Rossi just mentioned it casually. Everyone put their little depression behind and started discussing the evening's activities on the way back to Los Angeles.
It seems that after every case, it has become a routine for everyone to get together and have fun, but this case involves a bar, and everyone seems to think that going to the bar party this time is a bit unlucky.
The Europeans and Americans are much more superstitious than the Serisians. In Eastern culture, it is said that misfortunes never come singly, but Europeans and Americans like to say: "Bad luck always comes in threes."
Jack didn't know what these people were planning, so he simply clapped his hands and said, "Let's all go to my house and buy some ingredients on the way."
Emily cheered, took out her cell phone and called Garcia, making an appointment to meet directly at Jack's house that evening.
It was just after three o'clock in the afternoon when he returned to Los Angeles, and Jack had just enough time to prepare dinner. Of course, what he was going to do was Spanish food, which he had been studying for a while recently.
Grilled lamb chops, Spanish meatballs, garlic shrimps, vegetable pancakes, seafood soup, fried pork fillets with peppers, Basque cod, and finally a Spanish paella.
As for the somewhat fatal Spanish churros, Jack naturally replaced them. He felt that the sugar on the churros was as bad as pouring sesame paste on plain chicken.
As for table wine, Jack brought up a big jug of Erguotou soaked prunes from the basement of his underground armory that doubles as a small wine cellar.
California prunes are native to Europe, but before the rise of Xinjiang prunes, prunes from California supplied 70% of the world's demand.
In the federal territory, almost 99% of the prunes are produced in California. The ripening season of prunes is in August every year. Jack made these prune wines the year before last. At this time last year, he was still in Quantico.
Compared with green plum wine, prunes have a higher sugar content and a richer aroma. Jack poured a small half cup for each person and added ice cubes, which received unanimous praise.
After the meal, the girls took Rhett and played mahjong on the square table. Jack, Hotchner and Rosie sat on the rocking chairs under the eaves of the backyard and opened a bottle of sherry he brought back from New York. He started to puff up the clouds.
Hotchner didn't smoke before and drank occasionally. Now that he is middle-aged, he is led by the old and the young. He will occasionally follow Jack and Rosie, hold a cigar in his mouth and enjoy the rare comfort.
"Once unfaithful, a hundred times unfaithful." Hotchner muttered this sentence, looking at the smoke rising into the night sky in a daze.
"Shakespeare?" Jack asked uncertainly.
Rossi nodded, "It comes from Shakespeare's The Lord of Darkness - Richard III."
It felt like Hotchner, a middle-aged man, was really offended by this case. Jack thought about it and decided to comfort him in another way.
"I was in the kitchen today and saw a piece of potato that I had forgotten in the corner. It was really small, probably only a little bigger than my thumb."
Rossi and Hotchner turned their heads to look at him, wondering what he wanted to express.
Jack continued, “I can’t remember the last time I saw this little thing, maybe a few weeks, maybe a month or two ago?
It was just a small piece left from a large piece of potato, but when I found it today, I was surprised to find that there were sprouts growing on it. "
"Are you lamenting the tenacity of life?" Hotchner asked doubtfully, as if he was trying to think about the relationship between what this guy said and what he was lamenting.
"No, I threw it away unfortunately, because sprouted potatoes are poisonous." Jack showed a cunning smile.
"You, Mr. Aaron Hotchner, live a happy life, have a good wife at home, and a cute little meanie. Perhaps it is because of Genasco, who is also middle-aged, that you have some empathy, But this is completely unnecessary.
I give this example because I want to tell you that I have experienced misfortune and struggled to survive, but I will not empathize with a potato that is struggling to sprout, and then move it from the kitchen to the backyard and plant it in the soil. inside. "
Hotchner didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, I admit that I may have thought too much. I apologize and I will never have similar emotions in the future."
Sorry this chapter is late, I’ll code the next one right away