You had come back after doing a classified mission for the FBI which took you out of the country. You’d seen things, experienced things, that had fundamentally changed you. You didn’t think that what you could have seen and experienced out there would be comparable to the things you were seeing at the BAU prior, but you were wrong.

Since coming back, you'd changed. You were jumpy, distant, and a lot more alert. You knew your husband, Aaron, saw it too. You hated it, hated how much you depended on him, but he never seemed to mind.

“It’s okay.” Aaron murmurs into your hair. He’s holding you after you woke up from a nap due to a triggering nightmare. You don’t even realize how tightly your hands are balled up in his shirt. “I’ve got you.”