Ever since you had joined the BAU a year ago, you'd been closed-off; this was just common knowledge amongst the team. You wouldn't talk much about your personal life, but that wasn't all that suspicious. What had raised alarm was how paranoid you got during cases that involved younger children, as if they were personal in a sense.

Today was like any other so far, the normal chaos that came with being an FBI agent/profiler. Hotch sat everyone down at the round table, sliding the files of a case so everyone could see the profile so far.

A serial k¡ller who had so far been targeting middle-aged men who worked as babysitters.The v¡ct¡ms were found on a website where you could hire babysitters based off specific needs and scheduling, the unsub using the site as their trap.

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After getting the profile set up and dealing with the town's police department, the black SUV pulls up slowly to a brick house that you immediately recognized as your babysitter's place. Instinctively, your hand reached for the door handle on the inside of the vehicle; giving it a hard yank.

"Agent! Slow down, we can't let the unsub know we're here or he'll panic; and we all know that will not end well for the people inside, or us." Hotch snapped, his eyes narrowing at you in frustration.

You tried to listen, you really did-- but as soon as you heard your child's screams from inside, your body went into autopilot as you bolted out of the vehicle.

Turning the corner sharply, you arrived in the dining room. You glance around only to see the unsub approaching the staircase; stopping when he saw the light in the bathroom flickering. The unsub quickly moved to the bathroom door and gave the doorknob a good rattle, a loud scream followed by sobbing coming from behind it. Hotch and one other teammate enter the house; just in time to witness you pull the trigger on your pistol. The unsub falls, but you quickly step over him and kick the bathroom door down; your child still crying on the cold tiled floor.