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Crowning Moment of Awesome Meme

Everyone has done something awesome in their lives, whether it was being a total badass and saving the world or just talking down a schoolyard bully, and apparently, someone recorded that awesome moment (or wrote it down or made a comic about it or what have you). Now that awesome moment has been posted everywhere, and characters get to react.

Rules!

1. Find an instance of your character being awesome in canon.
2. Post links to videos, embed pictures, copy and paste passages, so on and so forth, as many as you like. People can pick and choose what they react to, or react to all of it.
3. Please include trigger warnings if they're needed and don't put more than one large picture (or two small ones) in a single post, and instead link if you want to add more.
4. Tag around and let's get this party started!

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There's-- [She hesitates, wondering if she should tell him. But if not her, then who else?]

There were videos. Of you. [She adds quickly] But it wasn't anything bad! You looked really cool! You were talking to someone in a cell and you had a [reay handsome] co-worker with you, I think? He looked really serious. And you talked to a criminal for 13 minutes until you could be let out.

And then you stopped someone from doing a shooting and talked him down and got his gun! And then you got really angry at this doctor who-- [She sounded and looked really excited until then when she hesitates] Uh... Well, did things with his daughter...

[And then the excitement's back] But you were really cool!

Chester Hardwicke, Mr. Corbett, and Arthur Malcolm? [Yes, he can remember all their names with that little bit of description. At first, he wonders why there are videos of that, and then he remembers: memes.] I, uh, thank you?

[No really, it feels nice to have someone so excited over him, but he doesn't know what's so exciting.] I was doing my job. And, well, that doctor really got me angry. I've actually visited his daughter in the sanitarium a few times, and she's a very nice woman, just brain damaged to the point where she has difficulty differentiating between what is inanimate, dead, or alive.

[Mio hopes she grows up to be as cool as you, Spencer.]

I think I'll always bet on you if a fight happens. [There's something about 'difficulty differentiating between what is inanimate, dead, or alive' that reminds her of a certain dollmaker and his daughter and the living doll she had to fight once.]

What happened? Why were you looking for her?

[That has got to be a first.

He lets out a soft laugh.] Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I hope your idea of winning a fight is talking the other side down.

Well, we were brought in on a case where bodies of very petite women were dressed like dolls and then left carefully in places that represented childhood and innocence, like a merry-go-round or a playground. Each of them had been being given a cocktail of drugs intended to paralyze them, and their brains shut down after two months of paralyzation. We realized that death wasn't actually her aim--it was just to replace a set of dolls that her father had given her and then taken away again. With her brain damage, she felt like she needed the dolls to function, and she didn't understand the moral ramifications of using people to replace them. We got her by--

[And then like magic, another video!]

...That.

[THe corner of her mouth twitches in a smile] Are you saying you couldn't take someone down in a fistfight? [Sorry Reid but the idea of you fist-fighting someone is kind of hilarious.

She listens--and watches--in a quiet awe. It sounds absolutely crazy, she can't even wrap her head around it, not really. Even after her experiences in the dollmaker's house-- but that had been entirely different too.] What makes people do things like that? Where does the...the flip come from? Most people wouldn't react like that. [It's both fascinating and disturbing.] Even someone who went through the same thing might not react the same way...

In a gunfight, I could, but definitely not in a fistfight. [Seriously. Look at him. He's a pipe cleaner with eyes and noodle arms.]

It's different for everyone, but in Samantha's case, it was brain damage. Her mother died, and her father likely began sexually abusing her around then. [You might notice a little sharpening in his eyes and a growing edge in his voice. No. He does not like Arthur Malcolm, or anyone like him.] In order to keep her quiet, he submitted her to electroshock therapy, which while a perfectly legitimate treatment for certain mental illnesses in adults, will permanently damage the brain of an adolescent. Her prefrontal cortex, the part of our brain in charge of executive function. Her ability to differentiate among conflicting thoughts, determine good and bad, predict outcomes from certain behaviors, and moderate her social behavior were all irreparably damaged.

Her father gave her dolls as gifts, and since she didn't have friends, she was being thoroughly traumatized, and her prefrontal cortex was damaged, she became attached to those dolls in a way that most people never do--she attached part of herself to them, and they became an integral part of her identity.

Now, this would be okay--for a relative definition of 'okay'--if she could always have her dolls nearby, but her father took her dolls away. People like her, called 'Collectors', react violently, sometimes even psychotically, to their collections being threatened, and when hers was taken, she had to find a surrogate. With the damage to her brain, humans seemed like acceptable surrogates.

[If you ask for an explanation, you will get an explanation. Hopefully, you managed to pay attention to all that.]

[She listens and...sort of gets it, through the technical babble. It's probably one of those things that comes with living with Reid all the time now. She can't think of anything to say, however, so she just settles with a] Oh.

This is why I like you, Spencer. You don't talk to me like I'm a kid. [Most adults would've dumbed it down immediately or tried to skirt around the sexual abuse part of it. She's glad he doesn't do that.]

But is she going to be okay now? They can't fix that, can they? Her brain I mean.

[Excellent, she's learning. If she comes to understand 90% of what he says all the time, then he has done his job as a teacher well.]

Well, I understand what it's like for adults to disregard you for your age. That, and it'd be strange to treat you like a child when you're really not. [Even though he was smarter than any of the adults around him, they all dismissed him as a kid and dumbed things down immensely. And, well, she's really not a child. Not anymore.]

She's... well, actually, she's doing pretty well, considering. No, her brain will never be repaired, but she's now in a state facility. She was originally in a maximum security state hospital, but I and that man I was with--SSA David Rossi--pushed for a more thorough evaluation of her mental state, and now she's in minimum security. She's allowed to keep her dolls, some local businesses farm out seamstress work to her, and overall, I think she's happier now than she was before. I visit her sometimes, just to check on her, and she's usually smiling and carrying around her dolls.

[She's actually one of those unsubs that have stuck in his mind over the years, but partially because she's actually a success story, for once. It's not every day that you save the victims, incarcerate a pedophile, and put a mentally ill woman in a place where she can thrive and safely interact with others.]

[Mio smiles a little, both at his admission that he wouldn't disregard her because of her age, and for hearing how well the woman's doing.] That's good. I'm happy for her.

Not all the stories end that well though, do they. [Though the longer she spends around Reid the more interested she's becoming in this profiling thing herself. Too bad she's pretty sure Japan doesn't have anything like the BAU.]

[Oh God, Reid has a protege. God help us all.

His smile fades a little bit, but not completely. After so long in the business, he's seen a lot, and he's learned how to face it all without being bogged down completely.]

No. No, they don't. Usually, there's a higher body count, and many more lives are ruined. Unsubs commit suicide, victims die or are raped or mutilated, cases go unsolved, and there's really nothing we can do besides do our best to make sure there aren't any more victims. Sometimes, our best isn't good enough and people get hurt, and we have to live with that. [Believe him. He can recite the name of each and every person he has failed to save.

At the same time, he can recite the name of each and every person he has saved.]

But even though it's hard, I really can't imagine doing anything else.

[She will be the very best, like no one ever waaass]

Because you're still doing your best and making a difference. [Mio hesitates a moment and fidgets a little]

Can you teach me more? About profiling, and things like that? [This request will come up in-game eventually too. Some day.]

[To catch them is her real test, to jail them is her caaauuuuse]

Profiling? [He arches an eyebrow, but then he smiles. Well, he guesses she's already prepared to deal with the heavy stuff she'd hear about.] Sure, if you want me to. But I should probably warn you, that once you get used to doing it, it's not something you can really turn off.

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