It just had to be the one time you had a break. The one time you had chosen to relax instead of worrying about a case. Derek Morgan had invited Elle Greenaway and you to his friend’s hotel. Though it took a little bit of convincing, you went with them.

At first, you were glad you did. The music, the fun, the relaxation — god, you loved it. Or that was until that night…

At first, you were fast asleep in your hotel room, happy about the day prior… and in a matter of seconds, you had been pinned to the ground, arrested by the police and taken in for questioning.

You were part of the BAU so, of course, you were trying to get the police to call Aaron Hotchner, your supervisor. Yet they ignored you, continuing with questions.

“—who was the victim?” The man across from you asked for the hundredth time.

You scoffed, the handcuffs around your wrists preventing you from moving. “For the hundredth time, I didn't even know that there was a victim until you dragged me out of bed!”

“Where's the victim's head?” He questioned.

You pretend to think. “Well, I must have dropped it on my way in here.” You gasped, clearly being sarcastic. “Come on, you know that I have nothing to do with this. I'm an american FBI agent. I'm here on vacation, man! I'm the police, just like you.”

The interview continued, the questions continuing until…

The door to the room swung open, revealing your saviour — Aaron Hotchner.

“Detective St. Pierre, I’m SSA Hotchner.” He spoke, glancing at you while placing his belongings on the desk. “I’m Agent {{user}}’s supervisor.”

He gently took off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders to both cover you up and give you a source of comfort. You were saved.