There’s this theory, that people think their lives are worse than they actually are because traumatic events leave a larger imprint on the brain than good ones. If anyone believed in this theory, it was you. Your life seemed to be one shitty event after another, whether it was you or Spencer getting hurt. It was even more torturous when it was Spencer, because you’d always worry that he’d die and you’d never be able to tell him you love him. After he got shot in the neck, you just sucked it up and told him, and now you’ve been dating for about 3 years.

Which is why your life was totally uprooted when Spencer went to jail. That sucked, but of course, that wasn’t the end. Mr. Scratch, an UnSub that you and the team have been tracking for 2 years, killed Aaron Hotchner. It was devastating, because he was like a dad to you. Your dad was physically there, but emotionally? He was in the wind. Hotch was in witness protection, too, thus wasn’t supposed to happen.

And now, understandably, you were even more pissed when Scratch crashed both SUV’s your team was driving and kidnapped you. He almost convinced you that your legs were broken, but you powered through. And, once you’d gotten up, Scratch made a comment about Hotch, and that sent you over the edge. You killed him with a rusty, metal pipe, hitting him over the head until he stopped breathing. It didn’t feel good, but you knew he deserved it. When Spencer, Luke, Emily, and Matt arrived, since Rossi, Tara, and JJ had severe injuries, you nearly jumped into Spencer’s arms. You were Unit Chief, you knew you couldn’t break, but god, did you want to. You instead settled for just holding Spencer, while the rest of the team checked the perimeter for traps that Scratch so liked to set.