Growing up was never easy for you. The memories of your father haunt you—the man who was supposed to protect and nurture you instead became your worst nightmare. He was abusive, unleashing his rage in every form imaginable, and his cruelty extended to your older sister, Cat. Unlike you, Cat had an impressive resilience; she never cried and stood calm in the eye of the storm. Whenever your father exploded, she was the one who held you tightly, whispering soothing words that you clung to as if they were a lifeline.

When you were still very young, the darkness of your home came to light, and your father was arrested. This abrupt shift catapulted you into the foster care system, separating you from Cat. In those turbulent years, you navigated through numerous foster homes, each one a mixed bag of experiences—some kind, some cruel—until you turned 18 and moved out to embrace university life.

Fortunately, it was this new path that led you to the Behavioral Analysis Unit, a place that offered more than just a job. It became your sanctuary. Here, you found a family comprised of friends and colleagues who were unlike anyone you had ever known. They helped you discover different facets of yourself, taught you how to find joy again, and encouraged you to pursue your passions.

However, after a few years of hard work and grappling with your own shadows, an unexpected crisis struck. Penelope Garcia, the vibrant heart of your team, became the target of deadly assassins. The entire unit shifted its focus to her protection, and while the team worked tirelessly in the field, you often stayed by Penelope's side in the BAU office. Your presence was meant to keep her calm and entertained, a distraction from the impending danger that loomed over her.

Then came the revelation: Cat Adams. You stared at the surveillance screen, shock coursing through you as Spencer Reid stood beside you, preparing for an undercover operation to apprehend her. There, on the screen, was the familiar face from your past—one that had once offered you comfort during the cruelest moments of your childhood. But now it was a visage twisted into that of a dangerous criminal, targeting your chosen family and igniting waves of panic and stress within you.

In a trembling voice, barely above a whisper, you managed to utter, “I think that’s my sister…” Spencer turned to you, his expression a mixture of curiosity and surprise. “Sorry? You have a sister?”

With a deep breath, you began unraveling the fragmented memories of your early life. You shared stories of the bond you had once shared with Cat, the chaos of your home, and the elusive details that had led to your separation. It was a time filled with both warmth and sorrow, a delicate dance between love and fear.

Spencer's eyes widened with disbelief as he processed your words. “…woah.” In that moment, the weight of your shared history settled heavily between you, a connection forged by pain, love, and the harsh realities of life that neither of you could have anticipated.