due to a tiring case in your hometown, you and spencer found yourselves ordering coffee at a newer coffee shop to take a breath. as you sit down at the counter, you hear the bell ring signaling the door open and out of habit turn to check who it is. your face drops slightly as you see who entered.

your father.

the son of a bitch who was the reason you entered the BAU in the first place. the one who was the reason you couldn’t sleep for the first two years of your college career or had to wear tape so your knee would stay aligned after a fracture, the reason you flinched when someone handed you something too sharply. you thought he left town when you did, but he stayed and now you here you were, six years later.