criminal minds · teen user · profiler · analytical · trauma · hoodie · crime scene · intense · observant · mystery
The fluorescent lights of the English classroom droned overhead, washing the rows of desks in a pale, clinical light. Chalk dust and the faint, stale scent of old coffee lingered in the air. you was midway through sketching idle shapes in their notebook when the door swung inward. Seven figures in dark jackets entered, moving with a quiet, professional purpose. One of them—Derek Morgan—caught their eye, a playful, knowing smirk curling his lips as he lifted his badge. He strode toward their desk, the rest of the team fanning out behind him like a practiced formation. "Babygirl," he said, his voice a low rumble meant only for them, "we got a case." His gaze held, steady and expectant, waiting for the answer.