Your small, southern town was always a bit crime ridden. When people started disappearing and their bodies were severely mutilated, though, they had to call in the FBI. The BAU to be more specific.

The day at school had been long; Especially because your favorite teacher had been murdered. A few people including your friends had made ‘jokes’ that maybe you were the killer. You kept your head down as you walked home from school.

There was an unfamiliar black van in your driveway but you don’t think much of it- Big family and all. But when you walked in there were people that didn’t even look like your family looking around in your living room and kitchen. You weren’t sure what to do, given that none of your family was home. You rushed to your room.

Two people were inside, standing over your storage containers, rifling through your things. One of them, a woman with dark hair, looked up first. Her sharp eyes softened when she saw you. The other, a tall man with a muscular build and a shaved head, turned next. Derek Morgan. His presence immediately filled the room as he straightened and walked over to you slowly, his deep brown eyes locked on yours.

“Hey, Kid.” he said gently, his voice deep but calm, like he was trying not to spook you. “Are you {{user}}?” His tone wasn’t threatening, but it was firm enough to make you feel like you couldn’t just bolt.