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Police in Los Angeles

In a stitched-together world of episodic American TV dramas, we are invited to step into the protagonist's shoes and rescue characters who were unceremoniously written off. The aim is to rationally amend the absurd plot twists concocted by capricious screenwriters. This includes, but is not limited to, shows such as The Rookie, Castle, and Hunter. Future additions may encompass Person of Interest, Knight Rider, Bones, and even various police-themed movies. Excluding the protagonist's "System", there are no supernatural elements. All cases and narratives serve the novel's storyline, with some creative modifications. Readers are advised not to take these changes too seriously.

Mutter · 电视同人

分數不夠

215 Chs

Chapter 205: Luring the Enemy into the Trap

"You bastard, you're a complete fraud. You said you knew how to find him and save my daughter. What are you and your people doing now? Just standing by and watching? You even want to take away my other daughter?"

When Agent Schiller from the FBI New York office and the local New Haven agents arrived, they were met with this chaotic scene.

Evan Davenport was having a fierce argument with Rossi, while the other three members of the BAU team stood by, seemingly unsure of how to help Rossi.

"No, don't brush me off. Don't think you can fool me again. I will never believe you anymore."

Seeing that Evan's emotions were about to spiral out of control and he was almost ready to physically confront Rossi, the well-dressed and elite-looking Agent Schiller hurriedly stepped forward to pull him away.

"Evan, don't do this. Everyone is doing their best."

"You need to take a break and trust Rossi and his team. They are the best of the best. Come, let's go next door and rest for a bit."

With several FBI agents escorting Evan to the next room, Rossi, who had looked somewhat disheveled earlier, straightened his slightly ruffled coat and signaled to Jack and JJ that it was their turn next.

Jack took a deep breath, calming himself. He often felt that if he ever stopped being a cop, he could make a decent career as an actor, especially in action movies where no stunt doubles would be needed.

After a brief moment, he and JJ led Cheryl to the next room, where they found Agent Schiller just helping Evan sit down.

Jack got straight to the point, "Agent Schiller, we have reason to believe that the kidnapper will target Cheryl again. He knows the Davenport family very well and is familiar with this house."

"He also knows us and has too much crucial information. We suspect he is hiding among us. This place is no longer safe."

"We need to recheck Evan Davenport's network and cross-check with the local New Haven agents. During this time, it's not suitable for Cheryl to stay here," JJ outlined the BAU team's next steps.

Agent Schiller was taken aback, seemingly surprised by the news. He glanced at the surrounding FBI agents from New Haven and led Jack and JJ out of the room to a quiet corner of the living room.

"You mean to say it's someone from the FBI New Haven office?"

Jack nodded confidently, "We've done a psychological profile, and based on the information revealed by the kidnapper, we are almost certain he is one of our insiders. We need to limit the number of agents contacting Cheryl, so..."

Agent Schiller hesitated, "I can arrange a safe house, but even though I'm from the New York office..."

Jack put on a casual, carefree demeanor.

"I've already spoken to Evan Davenport. He said he knew your father well and is quite familiar with you. Besides, even though New York and New Haven are close, there's still some distance."

Agent Schiller's face lit up, "Thank you for your trust. I'll make the arrangements. As for the protection detail?"

"The fewer people, the better. JJ and I will go together, and you can bring one or two trustworthy people," Jack responded.

Agent Schiller nodded, "I'll go alone. Bringing more people from New York could easily expose us."

"How long will it take? We want to leave as soon as possible," JJ asked urgently.

Agent Schiller replied confidently, "Twenty minutes. The safe house is ready. I just need to make a call, though it lacks water and food. I'll need someone to prepare that."

"No need for that. We'll buy supplies ourselves when we get there. Rossi is pressing us," Jack said indifferently.

---

At dawn, before the sun had fully risen, two Suburbans left the Davenport residence one after the other in the mist.

Jack, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the window, yawned lazily, occasionally glancing at the car following them.

Beside him in the passenger seat was Agent Schiller. They were leading the way, while JJ drove the other car, protecting Cheryl.

"Haven't you rested?" Agent Schiller, who exuded the air of a wealthy gentleman, asked kindly.

Jack sighed, "The kidnapper is too cunning, always one step ahead of us. I almost caught him in the parking lot earlier."

"Besides, it's been a long time since I had a good night's sleep. That damned bastard, how did he guess?"

"What did you say?" Agent Schiller seemed not to have heard the last part.

"Nothing. I meant I don't sleep well alone, and my girlfriend broke up with me. You understand, right?"

Jack forced a smile.

Agent Schiller gave a knowing smile, "Of course. As a fellow FBI agent, I understand the constant high-pressure environment makes us all exhausted and in need of an outlet."

Jack seemed to have found a kindred spirit, laughing, "What do you think of Agent Jennifer Jareau?"

Agent Schiller kept smiling, "A very pretty girl. Do you like her?"

"Don't you find her stunning? That silky, shiny blonde hair, perfect features, and of course, her... figure," Jack said with a crude chuckle.

The car was filled with the sound of coarse laughter, and the eternal topic of women quickly drew them closer. Agent Schiller curiously asked, "Haven't you tried pursuing her?"

Jack's expression turned uncertain. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Do you think Jareau might be interested in me?"

Seeing Agent Schiller's surprised look, Jack quickly explained.

"It's just the way she looks at me, sometimes brushing her hair with her fingers when we touch accidentally. She smiles that way... I don't know if you understand."

"I always feel like her plump red lips want to say something, hinting that I should be more proactive... just a bit more."

As Jack murmured to himself, the car fell silent. After a while, Agent Schiller seemed to snap out of his thoughts and quickly agreed.

"I understand you, really. I think you should go for it. There's nothing to hesitate about."

Jack smiled meaningfully, nodding, "I think so too. Hey, buddy, when we get to the safe house, could you cover for me? I want to be alone with her for a while, maybe 20 minutes, or half an hour?"

Agent Schiller readily agreed, "No problem. You could suggest going out to buy food and water together. When you get back, there are several rooms for resting, and the soundproofing is quite good."

"That's settled then. You're a great friend." Jack looked excited, unconsciously snorting like a bull in heat.

---

The safe house wasn't far. Twenty minutes later, the two Suburbans stopped in front of an inconspicuous small villa.

The three got out, surrounding Cheryl protectively as they entered the house.

The interior was simple, with small rooms, each with only a bed and a small bathroom shielded by a flimsy plastic curtain.

After settling Cheryl in one of the rooms, JJ quietly comforted the still-shaken girl while Jack and Agent Schiller stepped into the small living room.

"We've arrived." Jack reported to Rossi, then hung up and winked at Agent Schiller.

Agent Schiller nodded knowingly, announcing loudly, "I'll check the surroundings. You can relax here. There's a supermarket less than two kilometers west. You can check it out first."

---

Five minutes later, as the car's engine noise faded, Agent Schiller peeked out from behind the villa, ensuring no one was around. Smugly, he reopened the door and re-entered the villa.

"Knock, knock." A knock sounded.

"Come in," Cheryl's slightly tired voice came from inside.

Schiller pushed the door open, seeing Cheryl sitting on the bed, looking dejected. He wore a look of pleased anticipation.

"Finally, I can be alone with you, Cheryl."

Cheryl, seemingly frightened by his eerie expression, stared at him, motionless.

"When people compare you to Tracy, does it make you uncomfortable?" Schiller said, pulling a switchblade from his pocket and slowly approaching her.

"But I won't do that. You both hold the same place in my heart. I love you, and I love Tracy. I've loved you both for a long time."

Cheryl, like a scared rabbit, jumped to the corner of the bed, curling up in fear.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. You are my loves. We'll live together, share a bed, and sleep together."

Excitement gleamed in Schiller's eyes as he reached for her.

"Drop the knife." A Glock emerged from behind the plastic curtain in the bathroom, pointing at Schiller's back, accompanied by JJ's low, angry command.

Schiller froze, raising his hands slowly as he turned to face JJ.

His tone was calm, "You don't understand the bond I have with these girls, our relationship."

Just as he decided to make a desperate move, JJ swiftly kicked, folding his body like a shrimp and collapsing to the floor.

At the same time, the door burst open, and a slightly breathless Jack appeared in the doorway.

As the car's engine noise faded, Schiller peeked out from behind the villa, ensuring no one was around. Smugly, he reopened the door and re-entered the villa.