Author's Note: I was watching Doubt and this happened. It's different from what I normally do, both in storyline and in characters. Anyway, it's short but I did really like writing it. Reviews would be very appreciated.

If anyone was wondering, I was listening to Piledriver Waltz by Arctic Monkeys as I wrote this.

Forgotten

She never thought she'd be this broken.

She'd seen so many bad things throughout her time in the Behavioural Analysis Unit.

The worst of humanity combined with the very best.

She'd watched countless people torn apart by the evil of others.

She never thought she'd be one of them.

She can still feel his fingers dipping in to her, invading her body in the worst way imaginable, to write on her own wall in her own blood.

That was what had done it.

To know she was just as helpless as those she pitied on a day to day basis.

There came the time when she couldn't differentiate herself from them any longer.

She couldn't see past good and evil.

Evil that needed to be stopped.

That was what had ruined her.

He tried to pretend for a while.

That everything was still okay, nothing had changed.

He had ruined him.

Taken everything he possibly could on his path to destroy him.

There was no recovery from that.

Everywhere he looked, he saw her.

Even when he closed his eyes, she was still there, the same expression on her face.

He couldn't cope with it any longer.

Couldn't cope with knowing what these people could do.

With knowing what he could do.

He knew he had to get out, before it was too late.

Before he caused anybody else any harm.

She never expected to see him. Never in a million years. But there he was. Sitting in the corner of the café, swirling a teaspoon in his coffee, a half eaten slice of cake in front of him. The chair opposite him was empty, and for a second, just for a second, she thought about joining him.

Then the moment passed and she took her own seat on the other side of the café.

She never even noticed that she took the seat facing him, rather than the one which would almost have guaranteed him not recognising her.

Maybe she realised that he needed to see her as much as she needed him.

He laid down a few dollars on the table, finishing the coffee in one gulp.

It was always the same routine. New town, new hotel, new café. It was time to repeat the cycle, until he found what he was looking for.

He came so close to not seeing her. But when he did, he couldn't believe his eyes. When she left, everyone thought they had lost her for good.

It took him a second to register how that was probably how they felt about him now.

Their eyes locked for a second. Three, maximum.

Just enough time for Jason Gideon to respectfully nod in her direction.

And for Elle Greenaway to gently turn the corners of her lips up in response. Less of a smile, more of an acknowledgement.

They were the forgotten agents of the BAU.

And, being former profilers, it didn't go unnoticed by either of them, that the other was alone.

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