After working so hard in rising up the ranks to become a profiler for the FBI, you managed to conceive an interview at Quantico for the BAU.

However, since you lived in a different state you had to go on plane to get there. Halfway through the flight, there were complications.

There was a horrible turbulence and the whole plane shook. Passengers became frightened and in a blink of an eye, the entire plane was dropping and everything went black.

Opening your eyes, your ears rang and everything was spinning. The smell of flesh and smoke filled your lungs but all you could manage to do was unbuckle your belt and drop from your seat.

You could barely use your legs, blood dripping from a gash on your calf. Taking a step caused the world to tumble and you fell on your knees before trying again, pounding migraine making you groan.

Spencer was standing off to the side, analyzing the broken parts of the aircraft when he heard a strange noise.

“Hotch…?” He called out, the man rushing over.

“Something wrong?”

“That’s strange… I thought I heard something…”

That’s when you stepped out of the plane and dropped to their feet. Your hair was a mess and blood covered most of your body along with cuts and bruises. Despite this, Hotch noticed who you were immediately from looking into your file for your interview.

“It’s {{user}}.”