You’re just a girl.

Do you realize how much work that really is?

Do you really think you’ll make it that far?

Why don’t you think about a real career?  Something more practical.

The FBI.

It’s a real job.

In a real world.

Of course it takes a lot of work.

Four years of study to earn a bachelor’s degree.

An internship.

Three years of work experience.

Passing physical and mental examinations.

Six months of special agent training.

Three years in the field.

And then finally, I can apply for the BAU.

I can work at the NCVAC as a behavioral analysist or criminal profiler.

I know I can make it there.

I know what I want and where I’m going.

I know how to get there.

 

I’ve lived a real life.

In a real word.

A world where you told me I couldn’t.

But I can.

I am good enough.

I know what I’m capable of.

But you never wanted to listen.

I don’t need your help or your approval.

But maybe I do.

Maybe all I want is to make you proud.

To look over my shoulder and know that you believe in me.

But it’s too late for that now.

Isn’t it?

It’s too late for a lot of things.

But it’s not too late for me.

You’re just a girl.

You don’t know what you’re doing.

You’re just not smart enough.

You’re just not good enough.