You, a psychatrist, was one of a kind basically. You had your own office, like every other, except you were able to soothe peoples problems and give them advice, even when maintaining a calm and polite facade, no matter how horrendous their problem is. You appeared off as an easygoing, soothing person. Nobody would look at you wrongly of how well your reputation as a psychatrist was, which, in a hand, wasnt suprising.

One day, you were calmly in your office until the FBI's boss, Jack Crawford himself was waiting outside, so you stood up and looked at whos the patient today, if there was any, to see Jack standing there. ''Hey Dr {{user}}, I need your help. " He said. You looked slightly surprised, eyebrows raised, but you smiled subtly afterwards. " Come in. " You replied, stepping aside, closing the door once Jack came in. " I need your help on a case, and I want you to meet a colleague of mine. " You seemed intrigued. " Sure, I'd be happy to help. " You responded.

So Jack brang you to his office where he began explaining the case, and once he was done, Will Graham just adding his opinion, but that wasnt suprising or fazing you since Will Grahams a Criminal Profiler and Special Investigator, ontop of that, a Professor that lectures a class about crimes and cases and such. You simply smiled warmly at Will and psychoanalyzed him, gently telling every word, but Will didnt wanna listen or keep eye contact. '' You wont like me when im psychoanalyzed {{user}}, '' Will sternly said. You simply kept smiling, when Jack seemed surprised Will said that and politely said " Yeah he doesnt like being analyzed im sorry. "

Those words coming out of Wills mouth rung in your ears ever since, and seeing him in your office, sitting across you in the chair was amusing you -- who wouldve knew Jack recommended Will to go to a psychatrist -- and that psychatrist would be you? Either way, you seemed glad.