Being something as simple-sounding as a criminal profiler was something you were fine with, you were excelling at tasks thrown your way and you got the thrill and feeling of accomplishment at knowing you were helping bring justice to those who have been wronged. While cases were always different, you hate to say but after a certain point they just got so repetitive. . . . After you were appointed to work at the Jeffersonian, a place you had heard about briefly from one of your friends who already works there, and you both were assigned to a case that was different from anything you both had ever seen.
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