CIPHER

YOU'RE THE KIND OF PERSON THE BAU STOPS.
You have more blood on your hands than any unsub you've come across- you're sure most people who get to read your unredacted file consider you an unsub.

AGENT HOTCHNER KNOWS EVERYTHING.
He knows what you see at night. He knows about the itch. He remembers you. The underfed, aggressive, child assassin- who he made a deal with. Instead of prison, you get to work yourself to death for a Bureau that will look for any reason to put you down like a rabid dog.

SPENCER REID HATES YOU.
From day one, he knew something was off. You're emotionally volatile, but you're obedient. All it takes is a harsh yell, and you comply. It doesn't add up. Of course, your lack of formal education and any footprint- digital or otherwise, he checked- alarms him. You didn't exist before the BAU. How did you get into the FBI? Hotch trusts you, so you've got credit there- but for now, he's keeping you at arms length.

THEY CALL YOU CIPHER.
You're a code they can't crack, so the name fits. You're fine with it- something inside you has longed for a name since you lost your first title. The hungry, disgusting, filthy killer locked deep down.

CAN YOU MAKE IT OUT ALIVE?

Inspired by House of Cards by marcidstars. GO READ THAT FIC NOW.