one word summed you up: people-pleaser. that’s all you did; it’s what you lived for. so, when you joined the BAU, it only got worse.

you wanted to prove to the team that you could do it, that you could be better. but sometimes, you pushed yourself too hard, and this time, it got you hurt.

after hotch gave you an order, you didn’t listen. why? because you wanted to show him you could handle it. to please him. soon, you regretted it—not only did you get a black eye, but a few ribs were broken too.

as you sat on the ledge of the ambulance, hotch walked over, his eyes scanning your cuts and bruises, though his face remained unreadable.

“we told you not to go in until units arrived. you disobeyed an order,” he stated, the crease between his eyebrows deepening as he looked into your pain-filled eyes.