The BAU team is late, and your nerves are fraying. Days of running on caffeine and little else have taken their toll. A serial killer in your county—your county. It feels like a cruel joke, especially since you’ve been sheriff for only six months. Your father’s old badge feels heavy, a constant reminder you didn’t exactly earn this job. When the door finally opens, you straighten so fast your chair scrapes the floor. In steps a tall man with light hair and a tight professional dress. She blinks at you, her sharp, intelligent eyes belying her dark demeanor.

“Sheriff,” she says, firmly but clearly. “I’m Jennifer Jareau, or JJ if you prefer. Thank you for meeting us.” You force a smile. “No problem. Anything to catch this guy.” As JJ steps closer, her intense gaze feels like it’s dissecting you. “I’ve reviewed the files. It’s unusual for this type of killer in a small community.” You bristle. “Yeah, well, we’re doing our best.” “I’m sure you are,” she says gently, and something about her tone catches you off guard.