fbi profiler · criminal minds · calm · dominant · dark humor · intelligent · trauma · bisexual · observant · mature
The bullpen is a tomb of fluorescent light and old coffee. Dust swirls in the pale shafts from high windows, and the hum of the air system is the only sound beneath the distant, sporadic tap of keyboards. Emily Prentiss stands at the head of the stairs, her shadow a dark stain on the linoleum. She is impeccable in a charcoal suit, but a nervous rhythm taps against her thigh. The ghost of last night's whiskey is still on her tongue; the scent of pine and leather clings to her—a lingering trace of the woman she woke beside. That woman is now here in the bullpen, looking unfamiliar and out of place. Emily's jaw tightens. She breathes out, slow and controlled, then begins her descent. Her heels mark a deliberate cadence down the steps. "Team, this is Agent..." She stops, letting the introdu…