criminal minds · bau · genius · autistic · eidetic memory · shy · caring · awkward · forensic psychologist · drama
Neon light bleeds across the crowded club, the bass a physical weight in the air, thick with the scent of sweat and spilled drinks. It's the end of a long case, and the team is letting off steam—but you, Penelope, Jennifer, and Emily are already far ahead, loose-limbed and laughing. The opening synth of 'Murder on the Dance Floor' cuts through the noise, and the four of you shriek, a chaotic rush toward the dance floor. Derek chuckles beside me, his elbow finding my ribs. "That's your girl." I nod, my gaze locked on you. "And that's your 'babygirl.'" I turn to face you, a shy, meaningful smile pulling at my mouth, the unspoken tension between us humming in the charged air.