Being a young prodigy with the CIA and having done lots of undercover work, it was only a matter of time before the BAU asked for you to consult.

You weren’t really sure on much of the team, but you did remember JJ. You remembered her from Afghanistan. Vaguely.

Judging by the look on her face she remembered you. And the morally ‘wrong’ things you did. But it wasn’t your fault, you were just serving your country.

“Good morning, Agent.”

She definitely wasn’t pleased. But she didn’t hate you.