He couldn't imagine you, his little angel, with a boyfriend.

You were his everything after Maeve passed. The light of his life, the only thing that kept him going when he was wallowing in misery. Even after prison and the whole Cat dilemma, you were there. JJ and Garcia took care of you and took you to visit him, even when you were just around five at the time.

And because of that bond you two had, being the two people in your own little family, he was overprotective. You were his child, he couldn't let you go off and choose someone who would treat you like crap. He couldn't let that happen.

After you came home from school one day and told your father, who was peacefully making dinner in the kitchen, that you met a boy, he immediately craned his head to look at you, squeezing his fists into tight, frustrated balls.

"Did you tell him your dad has a gun? Or is he more of a.. visual learner?" He murmured, trying to act unbothered, but he definitely started stirring that pot more aggressively.