Had he really done the right thing? He didn't know. He could remember going to see him in prison to try to get a list of names of the boys he had hurt, the way Buford had held his hand and told him he had been his favorite out of all of them, how sick that had made him. Had he done the right thing? He'd just wanted to hurt Carl as much as Carl had hurt him, had hurt that long list of names.
Revenge should never sit well with a person, he supposed. That death, no matter what, would always stick with him. But it meant a lot that Venus thought that he had done the right thing. No one had come out and blamed him openly, even though they all knew what he had done and why. But Derek could see that they knew, nonetheless.
He nods slowly. "Yeah. I was gonna be the big football star, you know? NFL all the way. But my Sophomore year at Northwestern, a bad tackle took me out of the game for good. Lots of surgeries later, I decided to go pre law with a minor in psychology. Joined the force. Worked my way up into the FBI, worked bomb squad for awhile, undercover for awhile, and then joined the BAU... which is where I am now."
But he realizes that needs some explanation. "It's the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Profilers. We specifically work with serial cases, murders, kidnappings, rapes, arson, a little bit of everything, unless we're specifically called in on a certain case." He shrugs and reaches up to take her hand in his, feeling much more at ease talking about this work than the prior topic. "I like it. I get to be the hero. Bustin' down doors, takin' names, savin' lives... when we can."
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Revenge should never sit well with a person, he supposed. That death, no matter what, would always stick with him. But it meant a lot that Venus thought that he had done the right thing. No one had come out and blamed him openly, even though they all knew what he had done and why. But Derek could see that they knew, nonetheless.
He nods slowly. "Yeah. I was gonna be the big football star, you know? NFL all the way. But my Sophomore year at Northwestern, a bad tackle took me out of the game for good. Lots of surgeries later, I decided to go pre law with a minor in psychology. Joined the force. Worked my way up into the FBI, worked bomb squad for awhile, undercover for awhile, and then joined the BAU... which is where I am now."
But he realizes that needs some explanation. "It's the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Profilers. We specifically work with serial cases, murders, kidnappings, rapes, arson, a little bit of everything, unless we're specifically called in on a certain case." He shrugs and reaches up to take her hand in his, feeling much more at ease talking about this work than the prior topic. "I like it. I get to be the hero. Bustin' down doors, takin' names, savin' lives... when we can."