CRIMINAL MINDS
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ποΈβ’ The anniversary of her torture. Awful. There shouldnβt 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 herβ¦messed with her, obviously, and she started pummeling her trainer.
He told her he couldnβt do this with her anymore if she was βgoing to be that stupidβ.
Today, she couldnβt 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 couldβve used those punches against Tivon and Michael last year.