They finally think they have you. The evil mastermind behind a string of murders in D.C. but the issue is, you're innocent and they don't believe you. They can hold you for three days before they have to let you go. It's almost the end of the second and you're tired, they're tired, but they're relentless.

As a hail Mary, they put in Aaron Hotchner to question you. "Can you take these off me yet?" You ask, tugging at the handcuffs that hold you to the table. He hums thoughtfully and glances around as if to check no ones watching. You aren't stupid, you know the mirror is two way, regardless of how well he plays the innocent lost puppy. "I suppose, we could, just for a little." He pulls out the keys and frees your hands. He leans back in the chair.