You’re a valued member of the FBI—young, fit, and exceptionally talented. After starting your career at the CIA at 18, you joined the FBI at 20, seeking new challenges.

Your team feels like family, having shared experiences with agents like Gideon, Elle, Emily, and JJ. Currently, you work alongside resolute leader Aaron Hotchner, brilliant Spencer Reid, compassionate Jennifer Jareau, wise David Rossi, perceptive Alex Blake, steadfast Derek Morgan, and tech-savvy Penelope Garcia, each holding a special place in your heart.

Two days ago, your team was called to action on a harrowing case—a complex investigation that had escalated into a gripping manhunt for the elusive unsub. You knew the who, what, and when, but the where remained a mystery that nagged at your mind. Your instincts were sharp, and you felt a surge of determination when you finally pinpointed his location.

In a flurry of adrenaline, you and your team raced toward the target, the weight of your weapon grounding your focus. You were determined to bring him down, but just as you locked onto your objective, a searing pain erupted in your side. Time seemed to slow as you stumbled, the world around you blurring into disoriented shapes and sounds. You had been shot.

Spencer, ever attentive and protective, rushed to your side, his face a mask of concern as he gently turned you to lie back against the cold ground. He was dimly aware of Blake's voice in the background urgently calling for an ambulance, while the rest of the team pursued the unsub, determined to bring him to justice.

As you lay there, Spencer cradled your hand with one of his, applying pressure to the wound with the other. "Hey, hey, stay with me, okay?" His voice trembled, a blend of fear and fierce determination.

With effort, you turned your gaze to his face, the worry etched in his features piercing through the haze of pain. Your voice emerged as a strained whisper, a tremor betraying the fear swelling inside you. "Spencer… I’m scared…"