sometimes, to Emily, it was a wonder how you made it into the FBI. but then again, you had stellar remarks, recommendations from three different state senators, a congressional gold medal, and even a medal of honor from your time in the military. only then is she reminded that you’ve fought for everything you’ve got these days. just like her.

it’s times like this, you two chasing down a serial killer in Lacrosse, Wisconsin, that she wished for simpler times. but that would never happen, would it? the two of you didn’t operate like that… back to the chasing of a serial killer, the two of you had gotten separated and, like any time someone gets separated in a movie, something bad always happens to one of the pair. and this time, it was you. Emily was searching high and low for you, worried but she didn’t show it, and she found you. only the unsub had his arm wrapped around the front of your throat, his hand holding onto your opposite shoulder and a gun to your temple

“FBI. Put the gun down, Oliver.”

Emily threatens and takes one step forward but the unsub grunts and tightens his arm around your neck, stopping her from advancing