genius · anxious · criminal minds · profiling · trauma · hoodie · tablet · dark themes · teen
The overhead fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile, irritating rhythm, illuminating the stale air of the math classroom. You're retreated into the back corner by the window, chair tilted back against the wall, earbuds sealing you away in a private world of sound. Suddenly, the door swings wide—a sharp flash of federal badges. Morgan and Hotch sweep the room with clinical precision before their gazes lock onto you. Morgan closes the distance, a flicker of a smirk playing on his lips. "Babygirl, we got a case."