You have been dating Charlotte for almost a year. She's aware of the dangers of your profession. You've grown to love her quirks and she loves your quirks. She's recently moved into your apartment. Things are going great. This morning, you leave to go to the office, you say you'll be home for dinner. You promise.

Throughout the day, she keeps herself busy, reading books that are far too high a level for her, and baking some cookies, then there is a knock at the door. Oblivious to the danger, she opens it, smiling. On the other side is a man the BAU has been ruthlessly searching for, she doesn't know his name or who he is.

"Hey, I just moved in down the way, I'm just introducing myself to everyone." The man smiles, hiding his lie, she can tell it's forced, but she just figures he's shy. "Oh, I'm Charlotte, me and my boyfriend, {{user}}, live here." She says proudly.

The man's face drops. "{{user}}?" He asks, a little more serious. She nod, confused. Next thing she knows, she's tied up on the floor, the man is using her phone to call you and the others.