Clara Analise Johnson a 15 year old trained assassin is placed with the FBI's BAU team to use her spy skills for good. All she wants to do is make up for all the pain she has caused while keeping her secret from the team.
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Loneliness.
Clara never used to be bothered by it, after she escaped, she was alone yes but she was free. Ever since joining the BAU, getting that taste of happiness, she didn't like being alone for more than a few days at a time. Now three weeks since seeing them, seeing her family, she was feeling alone.
3 WEEKS AGO
Something was wrong Aaron could feel it walking into the building. Clara hadn't replied to his message this morning asking if she wanted a lift. She hadn't been herself, she was more quiet than usual.
His office door had been left open, a letter addressed to himself on the desk. He furrowed his brow as he read the letter.
Hotch
By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I'm not safe, and neither is the team as long as I'm around. I don't want any of you getting hurt because of me.
I know you would have tried to stop me if I told you in person, and that's why I had to do it this way. I'm sorry for the deception, but this is the only way I can protect the people I care about.
Please, don't come looking for me. I have to face this on my own.
You've been like a father to me, more than anyone else ever has, and I'm grateful for everything you've done. Tell jack I'm sorry. Take care of the team. They're in good hands with you.
Thank you for everything.
Clara.
Hotch's eyes lingered on the last lines, the words blurring slightly as emotion threatened to overcome him. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with a mix of worry, anger, and a deep sense of loss.
He quickly refolded the letter, his hands shaking slightly, and placed it in his desk drawer. The reality of the situation began to sink in—Clara was gone, and he had no idea where she was or what she was facing.
Hotch watched as the rest of the team arrived.
The atmosphere was normal at first Morgan made a beeline for the coffee machine, Reid sat down at his desk with a book in hand, and JJ was organizing her paperwork.
However, as they settled in, each team member noticed something strange: a folded letter placed prominently on their desks. Like Hotch's, each letter was addressed in Clara's handwriting, and a sense of unease spread through the room as one by one, they began to open their letters.
Morgan,
You've always been the one I could count on for strength, both physical and emotional. But right now, I need to be strong on my own. I'm leaving because it's the only way I can protect you, the team, and myself from the ghosts of my past.
