CRIMINAL MINDS

    CRIMINAL MINDS

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    CRIMINAL MINDS
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    πŸ—ƒοΈβ€’ The anniversary of her torture. Awful. There shouldn’t even be an anniversary but that what it was. and she hated it.

    JJ pursed her lips, gaze fixated on her locker of the training room. Her trainer had punched her a tad bit too hard. And of course, whatever fucking shit that bastard Tivon Askari did to her…messed with her, obviously, and she started pummeling her trainer.

    He told her he couldn’t do this with her anymore if she was ’going to be that stupid’.

    Today, she couldn’t be bothered to be anything but angry at that. His loss anyway. She was an amazing Agent, and if she managed to make a professional trainer quit with her punches, it was good.

    If only she could’ve used those punches against Tivon and Michael last year.