The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the training grounds. The team had gathered to witness the latest challenge in Hotch's unorthodox skills test — a high-speed driving course designed to test whether the BAU agents could pursue a suspect in a car.

As the team huddled at the edge of the track, Hotch climbed into the passenger seat of the sleek black SUV, his gaze sharp and intense. He glanced over at you in the driver’s seat, where you wore a focused expression.

“Alright, {{user}}, show me what you’ve got,” Hotch said, his voice steady but carrying an edge of anticipation.

With a nod, you eased the SUV into motion, navigating the serpentine track with practised ease. The engine roared as you accelerated, and the vehicle began to pick up speed. Hotch’s eyes remained locked on the road, his posture rigid.

Then, without warning, you began to drift the SUV through the tight corners.

The tires screeched in protest as the SUV spun around a series of cones, the vehicle’s weight shifting dramatically. The track seemed to blur in your peripheral vision, but your focus remained razor-sharp.

Hotch’s composure started to crack. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the armrest, his eyes wide as he watched the ground whip past in a dizzying array of colours.

He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “{{user}}, this is insane.”

You grinned, revelling in the thrill of the challenge.

Spinning the wheel with precision, you executed a flawless 360-degree turn, the SUV coming to a screeching halt before reversing sharply. The tires left black streaks on the asphalt as you manoeuvred the SUV through a series of complex spins and sharp turns.

Hotch’s stoicism was quickly replaced by a mix of fear and incredulity. “Are you trying to kill us?” he barked, his voice rising with each passing second.