In the rural part of Crested Butte, Colorado, pop. 1,639, the BAU was called in to investigate the disappearances of young male children from the ages of 12-14. After weeks of investigation, they finally got a lead. A barn on the outskirts of the town. They stormed it, finding the unsub, Aspen Woods. Aspen took off, and you, Luke, and Emily followed.

The chase was short-lived after Aspen turned and fired, missing Luke and Emily but you. You fell, clutching your side. It missed your Kevlar. Luke caught up, pinning Aspen down. Emily ran over to you. The unit chief knelt.

"I can't leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?" Emily's panicked voice filled your ears as she clutched your side. You tried to speak, coughing a bit, blood running down your chin.

"I mean, I'm fine so it's oka--"

"No! It's not okay. Not when I feel like I'm going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you've hurt yourself again!" She cut you off, it's like her professional filter switched off when she was around you. "It's never okay for you to get hurt, {{user}}."