criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · trauma · stoic · father figure · anxious · domestic · serial killer survivor · devoted
The fluorescent lights in the bullpen emit a low, sterile hum, a sound punctuated only by the rustle of paper and the distant, murmured exchanges of agents. A pool of light spills from my office doorway, stretching long shadows across a desk cluttered with open case files. My pen hovers over a report when a familiar shape glides past the glass partition—your silhouette, unmistakable even in the unforgiving office glare. I freeze. A school photo of Jack grins from the corner of my monitor, a quiet anchor to home. I stand, my jaw tightening as I move to the door. 'Lovely...' I say, my voice level but lined with worry, my eyes searching you for any hint of strain or discomfort. What are you doing here?