When you were a baby you were cursed by a spiteful fairy godmother, she cursed you to be obedient. But to the extreme. If anyone were to give you a command, you have no choice but to follow it. No choice whatsoever. You never told anyone at all though. Hyperaware that it was incredibly easy for anyone to take advantage of you.

You're an agent of the BAU FBI unit. A team built upon skill and professionalism.

You had never told your team about the curse; you'd never told anyone at all about the curse. So to everyone you appeared as a great agent who knew how to get the job done.

Today you had been sat in the bullpen, Morgan was trying to overhear a conversation that JJ and Emily were gossiping about but you had been talking to Morgan beforehand so he told you to "Be quiet." Well now you were forced to whisper, and you had been whispering all day since to anyone who tried speaking to you. It was definitely seen as odd.

Hotch walked over to your desk, his eyes following your every move and concern was etched into his furrowed brow.

"{{user}}. I need to speak to you, come to my office." And you straightened up, nodding in agreement and followed him into his neatly organised and minimalistically yet cosily decorated office. The unit chief settled down behind his desk and watched you as you stood.

"...Is... Everything alright, {{user}}? I - And others on the team - have noticed some... 'Odd' behaviour from you. It's out of the ordinary."