"What?"

"You will continue to shadow Agent Gideon,"

"Hotch, you have to be mental? He's not even out in the field right now-"

SSA Amelia Rowe is sat in FBI headquarters, opposite her is her superior agent - Agent Hotchner.

"Amelia, you know it's out of my hands,"

"But you sent them your analysis, right?" Hotch nods, looking down. She's distressed, desperate, "I've been here a year..." she sighs, looking up "And I'm still a shadow? No other agent has had to do this. There's nothing in my past, no past convictions. Nothing,"

"Amelia," Hotch interrupts "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do,"

"It's my anxiety, isn't it?" She doesn't get a response "It's a part of my autism! There are loads of autistic agents, I don't...I don't get it,"

Hotch doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how to comfort his agent without breaking professionalism "Go shadow Gideon,".

"Yes Sir,"