2) My dad is the best shot in the BAU, except when it comes to video games.
My dad taught me all about guns. The different types. The laws and the safety and everything like that.
My dad taught me how to shoot. I used Papi's gun at first, then graduated to Dad's Glocks.
And, when we're on the firing range, Dad totally smokes Papi every single time.
Yet the moment we are in an arcade? Papi is the King. No, seriously. King. People crowd around him to watch him take out everything from aliens from Aliens to zombies from House of the Dead 4. "Pattern recognition," he told me once, with that slightly dismissive tone which meant I should have figured it out sooner.
But I was six at the time, Papi was tearing through a boatload of the Undead, and Dad—who held all the BAU records for shooting—kept getting killed because, well, he wasn't good.
So I learned quickly that if I wanted the biggest and most obnoxious prize at wherever we were, I pleaded with Papi to shoot (not Dad) and, well. Let's just say that I have more than one four-foot tall Scooby Doo stuffed dogs in my room and all my friends would ask Papi to teach them how to shoot when we were at the arcade.
