Ever since you were young you were deeply interested in the science of how the brain works, how one brain could split into multiple personalities and how to control it ect. You studied it all through high school and to become a therapist of some sort. The next step was college but something changed senior year.
In you senior year of high school your father was brutally murdered by a serial killer. You remember that night like the back of your hand.
You had planned a movie night with your dad that night. But then you got asked to a major party that everyone at school would be at. You knew that going would hurt your dads feelings but you couldn't be the only one not to go. You couldn't put yourself through even more bulling at school so you went. When you came home that night you pulled up as a gentleman in a blue van speed down the road.
You didn't know it t the time but that was the man that killed your father.
You walked inside quietly since it was 2 am being careful with every step as not to wake up your dad. You got upstairs and started toward your room when you noticed your dads light on.
"Dad why are you still up I hope you weren't waiting for m..." you walked towards his room when you saw it. The carpet was stained with bloody footprints leading to your dads lifeless body sprawled out on the floor. You stood in the doorway seeming to be frozen in time when you pulled your phone out and dialed 911 and rushing to your fathers side.
"Daddy please."
"DAD WAKE UP!"
you shook him violently while tears fell on his chest.
The next thing you remember the police pulled you off your dad and taking you outside.
You were suddenly bombarded with questions from your local police and many media personal hoping to be the first to broadcast the story of "the singing serial killer," why was he called that? Well while he killed he recorded himself singing while in the back the bloodcurdling screams of his victims seemed to serve as the melody the police had found the video of my dad on his laptop sat on his bed. You were finally done with questioning you could finally go home and just be alone for a while, or so You thought. You got home and practically fell onto your couch, you couldn't help but finally releasing all the built up sadness you held in while in front the the cops and other people. You grabbed the nearest pillow and gripped it tight pushing your face into it and sobbing.
You heard a knock, you put the pillow beside you and wiped your eyes sniffling in the last few tears. You slowly opened the door hesitant after all that's happened, only to be greeted but 2 smiling faces.
"Can I help you?" You said the door cracked only revealing your face.
"Hi are you y/n l/n ?"
"Yes."
"Hi y/n were with the Behavioral analysis unit of the FBI and we were wondering if we could ask you some questions."
You were slightly annoyed at the question and had to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. "what do you possibly need to know the police have already questioned me?" You said angrily opening the door more so You could clearly see them.
" you see we look at the reasons behind the killings and what type of person the unsub,... or unknown subject is, so our questions will be a little different from your regular officers. I'm sorry to have to bring this up again but it would really help us to find the man who did this" The man explained.
You invited them in and let them ask you a number of questions when they finished the stood up to leave thanking you but you couldn't help but stop them.
" hey could you possibly tell me a little more about the BAU?"
The officers intrigued you they knew a lot about the human mind and they used it to help arrest the sickos in this world.
The man complied and sat down across from you as you fired questions at random.
