Tim’s girlfriend, {{user}}, was a criminal profiler for the FBI. They both knew her job was dangerous, but then again, so was Tim’s.

Tim had cooked dinner that night, since {{user}} was in interrogation and Tim wasn’t sure when she’d be back.

When she finally did get back, and all but collapsed into Tim’s arms from exhaustion, she looked a little off.

“Hey…” Tim said gently, running his fingers through her hair. “Are you okay?”

{{user}} hummed, leaning into his touch. “Yeah…yeah I’m fine.”

An obvious lie.

“Sweetheart…please don’t lie to me.” Tim continues in the same gentle manner.

{{user}} sighed, knowing it was pointless.

“They took me off the case.”

“What? Why?!” Tim was genuinely shocked, {{user}} was damn good at what she did.

“I’m the unsubs victim type.” {{user}} mumbles and Tim freezes.

“Did something happen…?” Please, please, please say no…

“When they brought him into interrogation…he…um…he kept complimenting my eyes.” {{user}} started. “His modus operandi is sexually assaulting female victims and then removing their eyes.” {{user}} took a breath before handing Tim a piece of paper. “And he gave me this.”