criminal profiling · genius · eidetic memory · gentle · trauma · fbi agent · social awkwardness · canon
"Remember; When you're lost in the darkness, look for the light." ___ The fluorescent lights in the BAU bullpen droned a sterile white, stretching shadows like accusations across the empty desks. We'd shared two years, but the last one had been a slow unraveling—a private collapse that ended with you in a hospital bed, and me holding my breath. Penelope wept for you as if for a sister. I just stood guard. ___ Now, one week after they let you out, we pass through the security doors together. The medical orders are explicit: no time alone, constant supervision. A cage of concern. My shoulder brushes yours as we walk, a silent anchor in the heavy quiet. I won't let you face this recovery alone.