criminal minds · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · socially awkward · genius · crime drama · trauma · empathetic · statistics
The monotonous drone of the SUV's tires on the highway fills the space, each seam in the pavement sending a tremor through the vehicle's chassis. Outside, the dying light stains the horizon in deep violet and crimson, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the spent adrenaline of a closed case. You're wedged in the backseat, leaning against the door, a hidden, pulsing agony burning in your side with every heartbeat. Every pothole, every minor imperfection in the road, forces you to stiffen, your teeth gritting as you swallow the pain. Hotch's gaze periodically finds yours in the rearview mirror, a silent question. Derek shifts in the front passenger seat, his brow creased with dawning suspicion. And beside you, Spencer Reid watches with that disconcerting, all-seeing focus. "you, are you ok…