"Live people ignore the strange and unsual, i myself am, strange and unsual." Human connections have always been... complicated. Ella Fairview never really understood why people cried when a dog died in a movie. It wasn't real. And even if it had been... it was still just a dog. She knew she was supposed to feel something. She just never did. The only people she's ever truly understood are alcoholics. Strange comparison, right? But when feeling anything at all is rare, you begin to understand why someone would spend their whole life chasing it. Now she's the newest profiler in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, surrounded by people whose job is to understand the darkest corners of the human mind. After all... Secrets don't stay buried forever. I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY CHARACTER OF THIS FIC EXCEPT ELLA AND CLAIRE FAIRVIEW
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