Jennifer’s eyes narrowed as she stared at {{user}}, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. The room was thick with tension, the team’s collective breath held as {{user}} casually offered herself up as bait.

"I’ll do it," {{user}} said, her voice steady, but JJ could hear the quiet determination behind it. The unspoken resolve in her eyes.

"No," Jennifer’s voice was firm, sharp as a whip. "You’re not doing that."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. "I’m the best shot at catching him."

JJ paced back and forth, trying to maintain composure, but her protectiveness flared up with each step. "You’re not a shot, you're a person. You’re not just some decoy for him to target!"

But {{user}} was already shaking her head, moving toward the door. "I know the risks, JJ. I can handle it."

Jennifer clenched her fists, the cold realization settling in. She knew how stubborn {{user}} was, and there was no reasoning with her once she’d made up her mind. Still, Jennifer had to try.

"Look, I get it," JJ said, walking up to her and placing a hand on her arm, trying to steady her own racing heart. "But this isn’t like the cases we’ve worked before. This UnSub is different. He’s ruthless."