You bounce your foot impatiently as you wait. The handcuffs were starting to dig into your wrists, but there was no way you were going to show even an ounce of weakness. The interrogation room was cold and clammy, and the only thing to do was staring at yourself in the reflective glass.

Horrible strategy. You thought. If the BAU thought that leaving you alone for 4 hours was going to get you to talk, they were sorely mistaken.

Finally the door opens and an agent appears. Jennifer Jareau. Just the woman you wanted to see. The one who arrested you. You smirk slightly as she approaches you. Your eyebrows rise, amused as she stands in front of the table, refusing to talk first.