I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach

Cross out the ones who heard my cries and watched me weep

Cat admitted that being with Spencer made her a better person. She smiled at strangers and actually established a little rapport with his friends Emily and Luke. But old habits die hard. She still got a rush when she went in for a kill, a dopamine hit when she completed one of her "missions," an unstoppable feeling when she walked into a place knowing that she had a secret that nobody else was in on. So when Spencer invited her to lunch with the team, she couldn't help but suggest that she meet him at the federal building. Take a look around his office. Rub shoulders with the federal agents.

Walking into those doors was a strange feeling. She wasn't on the FBI's Most Wanted list because they didn't know that she existed - she was too good to leave behind a trail that a US agency would find. But if they squinted they could probably see a connection from an ill-fated execution she was a part of in Budapest, that is if they were actually any good at coordinating with Interpol.

When she got to the seventh floor that the BAU sat on, she was almost instantly pounced on by Garcia. The bubbly blonde still put Cat on edge, her optimism nearing on an unhinged, insane quality in her eyes, but she knew she had to go along with it.

"Cat! I'm so happy you're here, I've been asking Reid when we would get to see you again and he said that you were super busy, which I understand because who isn't super busy when they work for the government. Or is it the military? Anyway, I've been dying to ask you about what you use in your hair, it's so shiny and healthy looking, and do you have a skin—"

Cat was stunned, Penelope barely took a breath as she spoke. Thankfully Spencer came in at the right time and offered to show her around the place.

It was a pretty standard office building, rather boring and unremarkable. Here are the copiers! Here is the communal fridge! Everything was very run of the mill - except of course the wall of fallen agents.

She was taken by the sheer number of framed photographs. Not because she was worried about the danger Spencer was put into in his line of work - her's was frankly more dangerous. Moreso because she recognized three of the men on the wall as former targets of hers. They were being honored for their heroism, their bravery, and their service to the US government. Nobody was going to tell the other side of the story. The side that beat their wives or put hits out on their sons. Hypocrisy was the greatest American attribute.

"And this is my desk," Spencer continued, rambling on like a tour guide from a Big 10 school. He motioned like a magician's assistant or Vanna White on another episode of Wheel of Fortune. On his desk he had the usual knick knacks, pens, Rubik's cube, scribbled drawings… and a picture of her, framed. She hated pictures but she had allowed him to take that photo a few months ago. It was his birthday.

She smiled. "It seems like you're very happy here. It's nice to see where you spend everyday."

"Where we spend doing paperwork," Emily said, speed walking while she spoke like a businesswoman on a mission. "The other 60 percent of the time we spend out in the field. Speaking of, we've got a case."

Spencer offered Cat a sorry look for having to cut the trip short, but she didn't mind at all. Frankly she would rather have the opportunity to wander around with her visitor's badge than sit and listen to Penelope talk about skincare products.

On her way out of the office, something caught her eye. It looked like an interrogation room, with the metal table and chairs and the single light fixture hanging from the ceiling.

How retro, Cat thought to herself.

She was moving on her way when she saw who was sitting at the other side of the table.

"Shit," she whispered to herself, hoping he didn't see her. Of course, luck was rarely on her side when it came to men she hated.

".45?" she heard him ask as she sped away.

Andy Giovanni was a loser. A piece of shit. A dirtbag. A double-crosser. She hated working with him, and that's why when she got the chance to go solo and move her operation online years ago, she took it. Unfortunately, Andy was also an idiot. This explains why he got caught and was now sitting in an FBI holding tank handcuffed to the table. Even more unfortunately, he just caught a look at who he thought was her (because it was) and that was not good. If he flipped on her, she would be in deep shit.

Thankfully, though, he didn't know her real name or much about her at all. All she had to do was stay out of his sight and never, never come back here. She didn't want to risk crossing paths with any of her other associates of years past. So she walked, or rather, ran, out of the FBI building as quickly as she arrived.

That's the thing about old habits. Sometimes they come back to bite.