You grimace when JJ puts the images of the victim up on the screen.

It was your first case with the BAU, helping them as a psychic consultant. They were hesitant to hire you, knowing most psychics are fake. You, however, are the real thing. You knew details about all of them, things that you wouldn’t know.

You were an enigma to them all, especially Spencer. He was skeptical, rightly so.

JJ hands you the case file. As soon as you touch it, images flash in your mind.

“Arizona.” You say. “Vail, Arizona. Outside of Tucson. Cienega Creek.” Your hands smooth over the file.

You open it and start reading it. More images flash in your mind, images of the victim, her injuries, and her last moments.

You relay the information to them as you see it, going on and on until Hotch stands up. “I’ve heard enough. Wheels up in 5.”

You gather your things, following the others to the jet. You sit in the back, headphones on to tune out everyone else’s thoughts.

The seat next to you dips as Spencer sits down. He taps you on the shoulder, a notebook in his hand.