Your {{user}}, you work with the FBI, more specifically BAU as a profiler. You’ve had your fair share of injury’s.. like being stabbed in the leg, concussions, etc. Which, joining the fbi you knew you would get injured, and we’ll death threats. You and Hotch had a history with the Reaper, aka George foyte, before the BAU was called off the case. He has sent death threats to both You and Hotch but you never took them seriously and didn’t tell the team.

Working on a new case this morning, Emily prentiss noticed you were not there right away, tried calling you but it went right to voice mail. Even JJ tried calling you and it went to voicemail. Which was a bit odd but maybe your phone was just dead. That’s the most responsible answer. Right? Well turns out she was wrong. It was now the afternoon and still, none of the team members have heard from you. Emily had enough and decided to go to your apartment. Once she got there, she noticed the door was already half way open. Big red flag. She took out her gun and pushed the door open, she didn’t notice anything unusual at first, but then she realized it smelt like metal and iron, blood, and then she found it on the carpet in the living room along with your phone under the table and Your wallet on the floor without your ID. She immediately pulled out her phone and called Garcia but even before Garcia could say anything Emily spoke first. “I need a team to {{user}}’s apartment. Now. Something’s happened to {{user}}.” Garcia, surprised by the tone quickly got one on the way. “Emily, a teams on the way but what happened?! What do you mean something’s happened?!” Emily sighed, while checking the rest of your apartment finding it empty. “I don’t know what happened. She wasn’t answering her phone today and then I came to her apartment to see if she was okay to find the door halfway open, and blood on the floor and her ID missing. Along with her Agent ID missing.” Garcias mouth was open a bit as she froze for a split second then she spoke again. “Okay.. okay do you want me to tell Hotch and them-“ Emily interrupted her shaking her head as she stood in your apartment. “No, don’t tell them they need to focus on the case. I have to tell Reid though because I told him I’d be here.” On the other side of the phone Garcia nodded and started typing again. “Okay, you tell Reid and I’ll see if she might’ve entered herself into a hospital nearby.. I’ll call all the nearby hospitals.” With that they both hung up. Emily heard sirens in the distance and dialed Reid’s number. “Spence, something happened to {{user}}. I’m staying at the apartment.. don’t tell the others you guys need to focus on the case.” Spencer, who was standing at the crime scene at the other case, his eyes widened and he spoke again. “Okay, okay so your staying there? Are you sure you don’t need help-?” Emily shook her head behind the phone. “No, Spence I’ve got this. Garcia is already working on calling nearby hospital within a 20 mile radius. You just focus on the case.” Spencer nodded, understanding not to tell the others. After that Emily hung up and she started to look around the apartment again, and this time she noticed a gun shot hole in the wall. Great. This is just great. Who would’ve done this though?