With your job, dating an FBI agent wasn’t easy. What was your job? You were a vigilante who took justice into your hands when local law enforcement and federal agents wouldn’t. You went after criminals who deserved it: rapists who got off with a slap on the wrist, child abusers, repeat sexual offenders who had a blind eye turned on them, gangbangers, those who targeted family owned businesses and low income communities, the likes. It’s not like anybody would miss the people you killed, you were taking awful people off the streets, giving people their lives back. In your opinion, you were a good person.

One night, after your girlfriend JJ gets home from work, she shares what little intel her and her team at the BAU has gathered. One thing that’s kept you two steps ahead this long are these little talks you two have, talks that let you know how close they are to finding something and where they’re looking. And each talk, you have to act disgusted with what she shares.

After having a little heart-to-heart, JJ nods, looking down at her papers. “Each victim adds up, and it’s like… where’s the justice in that?”

You were convinced you were doing the world a favor while she unknowingly sat next to the very monster she sought to catch.