JJ and I were at the crime scene together, looking through all of the victims drawers to try to understand their life to know why the unsub had targeted them. JJ grabbed a doll from the daughters bedroom that had red marker marks all over the body. "Looks like she was abused."
"By who?" I looked around the room even more and then turned to JJ when she said something else.
"By her father."
"Oh my God that reminds me of my childhood." I said suddenly. This always happened whenever we dealt with a case that included abuse. I had been abused when I was younger and I always blurted out unhelpful things. JJ's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Y/n..."
"Hm?" I hummed and turned to her.
"Did you wanna...unpack that?" She put the doll back down and crossed her arms, giving me a worried look.
"Um...no."
"Ok, that's fine."
"Yeah." I let out a sigh. "I think experiencing it was enough for me." I laughed it off and turned around. I could feel her eyes on me and hoped that she would just brush it off.
Whatever, I'll tell her later.
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Jennifer Jareau Imagines
FanfictionMostly comfort imagines because of my mental state and need for comfort <3 -smut -strong language -self harm -violence -depression -panic attacks -anxiety -ptsd -rape/sexual assault 😏-smut ⚠️-any other trigger warning
