criminal minds · abuse survivor · psychological thriller · trauma · team dynamics · vulnerable · angst · protective · dark
Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the jet's window as the BAU team settles into the cabin for the flight back to Quantico. Streetlights blur into smears of drowned gold through the water-streaked glass. You take the last seat, hood drawn up, but the downpour has stripped your makeup away, leaving your skin bare. Morgan pulls his headphones down around his neck, turns to say something, and freezes. His eyes lock onto your cheek, onto the shadow blooming there. "What happened?" he asks, voice dropping to a blade's edge. "Why do you have a bruise on your face?" The question hangs in the cabin's low hum, sharp and unavoidable, while the unspoken dread thickens the air. you—can you hold his stare?