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A/n: Stuff's about to happen!

"Go ahead, shoot me," I said confidently.

He was shaking and tears were streaming down his face.

"Shut up," he said.

"Shoot me!" I said again.

"SHUT UP!" Some of his spit ended up in my face because of his screaming.

"Jesus, say it don't spray it," I wiped away the spit that had landed under my eye.

"Just shut up," he whispered.

"You know you're going to get the feds attention if you shoot me, so do me a favor and make it quick," I came closer to him which resulted his gun against my forehead.

Five seconds later Morgan stormed in and caught the unsub off guard. I took my chance and grabbed his gun and pointed it at him.

***

As soon as we landed in Quantico I found myself alone with Aaron in his office. He was professionally sitting behind his desk while I was sitting uncomfortably on the other side.

"You said you wanted to talk?" I said when he kept his silence.

"I don't want any secrets in this team, Alex," he said.

"Excuse me?"

"There's a lot that you haven't told me, a lot that isn't written in any file."

"What do you want to know?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Your dad," he leaned his head a little to the right.

I took a deep breath.

"Next question," I whispered. "Besides, he's not my dad, he's my father," I said, "big difference." 

He sighed, "I think you should talk to someone about this."

"You mean like a therapist?" I raised an eyebrow.

He nodded.

"I don't get it! None of this affects the work I'm doing here."

"And why do you want to know now all of a sudden?" I stood up, I didn't want to be a part of the conversation anymore.

"Because I don't know what's going on with you," now it was his turn to stand up. He put his hands in the pockets of his black suit.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You are unpredictable! You don't take my instructions seriously, just yesterday you went off on your own and confronted the unsub!" He raised his voice, but not enough for the sound to leave the room.

"Yes, but I knew that he wasn't going to shoot me!"

"No, you knew the profile! And sometimes the profile can be off!" Now he was angry, great.  "You put your life as well as the team in danger, I can't have you on the team if I don't know that I can count on you," his face went from furious to just emotionless.

"What?" I breathed, "where is this coming from?" I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth a little in shock. 

"I've had your back since day ONE!" I yelled.  "You know the first case in LA, who took a bullet for you? And don't even get me started on Kentucky.." I said like a warning. "I make sure that everyone's theories are tested, I always had everyone else's backs," I leaned at his desk with my hands on the edge.

"So don't you dare talk to me about being someone you can count on. Because who makes sure that MY theories are tested, who's got MY back?" I pointed at my chest before walking toward the door. I turned around too face him, "the sad thing is that I really thought I was a part of this team," and with that I left his office.