Don't you all just love cussing? Anyways this is somehow a combination of the one request I got and the idea I got from someone's comment.
@goobsdiscostick and
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(I wrote this so long ago)

You found a back way in. You were surprised no one else found it. When you got in, the unsub had a gun pointed Maeve. Reid was clearly doing his best but it wasn't working.

When she moved the gun, you knew what was about to happen. Before she could pull the trigger, you shot the psycho b*tch dead right in the back of the head.

You holstered your gun, everyone was looking at you. Luckily the bullet didn't go through her and into someone else. It just went into the wall.

"Nice shot" remarked Rossi.

"Thanks" you said.

Your phone started ringing. Thank god, that didn't happen a moment sooner. You stepped outside, over the dead body and answered it.

The voice on the other end said, "Hey, it's Nate. I just decided to call and make sure we're still on for tonight and that you don't have a case"

You told him, "Yeah, we're still on for tonight. I actually just finished a case"

"Okay, that's good. How far away is your case?" asked Nate.

"It's local and it wasn't an official case so I don't have any paperwork work to do so 8 still works for me"

"Okay, great. I'll see you then"

"See you then"

You hung up on Dr. Nate Heywood (not a medical doctor, he has his PhD in history) and turned to see Morgan.

"Sounds like someone's got a date tonight" teased Morgan.

You told him, "That's because I do and it's with a cute doctor. It's a set up. He's a friend of my cousin, Sarah"

You had been trying to go out with him for a few weeks now but work just kept getting in the way.

Morgan joked, "You really have a thing for doctors, don't you?"

He was saying that because you used to date Doctor Spencer Reid. You first started dating after sharing a room in Alaska. But after Prentiss faked her death, it was too hard for you guys to go on so you broke up. The problem was you still loved him.

You told him, "Shut up"

"I'm only saying it cause it's true"

"Look I would love to stay and chat about my love life but I have a date to go to. I'll see you and everyone else tomorrow"

You didn't have to leave that early to make it to your date but you didn't want to stick around to talk to Reid and Maeve.

You went back to your apartment and got ready for you first date with Nate. You had heard nice things about him from Sarah. You knew he loved Indiana Jones and was a hemophiliac.

This date would be your first since you and Spencer broke up. It was a little pathetic considering Spencer has had a girlfriend for the past ten months but you wouldn't say he and Maeve were dating considering they've never been on an actual date.

Your date with Nate went pretty well. Dinner was nice and he's a great guy but.... he wasn't Spencer.

Awful thing to think but it was true.

You thought even though you could tell you still somehow weren't over Spencer that you should Nate a chance. What is a better way to get over a heart break than a new guy?

Ice cream

But you already tried that. Didn't work. You gained five pounds. So Nate would have to do.

A few weeks later, you were cooking a recipe you got from Rossi for another date with Nate. You heard a ring at the door. It was too early for it to be Nate. You had no idea who it could be.

You looked through the peak hole and saw that it was Maeve. You really didn't want to answer but she knew you were home so you had to.

You opened the door, "Hey Maeve, what are you doing here?"

Maeve said, "I just wanted to talk about Spencer"

Huh. Weird why would she want to talk about Spencer? There were no upcoming holidays to give gifts for. Maybe she thought he still had anything for you?

You let her in and as soon as you turned around something was injected into your arm. You felt your self falling forward, down to the ground. You lost consciousness after that.

Half an hour later, Nate came to your house and saw the door was left slightly ajar. He got worried and called your phone only to hear it ring from inside the house. He went inside and instead of finding you, he found evidence of a struggle. Your vase was broken on the floor. Your stand thing in the hall had been moved. Your phone and gun were on the counter.

He saw your note on the fridge you had placed for emergencies that said in case of emergency call Hotch: (202) 245-6876

Nate took his phone out and dialed the phone number.

"Agent Hotchner" answered Hotch.

Nate said, "Hi, this Dr. Nate Heywood. Um Y/n's gone. I'm at her house and she's not here but her gun and phone are still here"

"We'll be right over"

Hotch called the team to let them know what was going on. The entire team came over to your house to check out the scene and to meet this Nate you had been going out with.

They could tell you must have known the unsub or trusted them enough to let them in. You wouldn't have fallen for a ride. You knew better. They thought once you turned your back, the unsub smashed the vase over your head.

When you woke up, you recognized the cold dark room you were in. It was the same damn place where Diane Turner kept Maeve.

You were gagged and drowsy because of the drugs. Your hands were bound with a rope behind you.

You heard Maeve rambling on about how jealous she was and how Spencer was still in love with you. You were too busy trying to untie the rope to focus on her words.

She came over to you, knife in hand and stabbed you multiple times before realizing what she just did.
She backed up, dropped the knife and ran.

Lucky for you, you had just untied the rope. You had to get up. You stumbled your way out of the building. It was late and very few people were around.

"Help!" You yelled attracting some people over to you before you fainted.

With the team.

Hotch just got off the phone, "Guys, Y/n was just administered to a hospital. She still had her badge on her so they were able to ID her"

Morgan said, "Let's go there and ask her about this son of b*tch"

Hotch said, "She's in surgery right now and in pretty bad shape. They don't know if she'll make it"

But you did. They had to induce a coma so the team couldn't talk to you. With no leads, Hotch came up with a plan. It wasn't the best but it seemed to be the only way to keep you safe.

"She didn't make it" Hotch lied to the team.

Gloom fell on the team. They just lost you like they lost Prentiss.

The team continued to work the case for an entire week with no leads. But then you woke up from your coma. Hotch came to see you.

Dr. Stanford said, "There's something you should know"

Hotch told her, "Y/n is a key witness in an attempted murder case"

Dr. StandFord said, "She has generalized dissociative amnesia. She doesn't remember anything. She knows things but no memories of how she knows them"

The only thing you really knew was that your name was Y/n L/n and that you had been in a coma for a week. You didn't know why you were in a coma or who attacked you. You didn't know who the strange older man who came to visit you was.

The strange yet familiar man asked, "Hello, do you know who I am?"

"No" you answered.

"I'm Aaron Hotchner but you can call me Hotch. Do you know what happened to you?"

"No"

"You were kidnapped and whoever kidnapped tried to kill you by stabbing you with a knife"

You did not know how to react that. Why would someone try to kill you? You weren't important. You were just you. And how could you go wrong with stabbing? Just watch them bleed out.

Hotch told you, "Since we have no idea who this person could be, we're placing you in witness protection once you're cleared to leave"

Witness protection. This really was serious. They wouldn't do that unless they thought that this person would come after you again.

Hotch asked, "Do you know what witness protection is?"

You said, "Yes. Are you FBI because you look like FBI"

"Yes I am and so are you"

Wait what? You were an FBI agent? That must've been so cool. It meant that you were important.

You went to live in a small town in Connecticut with a whole new identity. Ariel Blossom. You dyed your hair red but like a natural red and changed the hair length (short to longer by extensions and long to shorter by a cut)

You wanted to remember. Every time you showered or changed your clothes, you saw the scars. You wanted to catch the psycho b*tch that did this to you.