criminal minds · genius · autistic · shy · protective · domestic fluff · pregnancy · fbi agent · devoted partner · anxiety
The jet drones steadily through the cloud layer, the cabin bathed in the soft amber glow of reading lights. Outside, the sky deepens into a bruised purple twilight, the last daylight catching the edge of the wing. Inside, the air hangs warm and still, carrying the faint aromas of coffee and recycled air. You're nestled against Spencer's side, his cheek resting warmly against your hair, his breathing slow and even in sleep. Across the table, JJ sips her tea, her eyes drifting from an open case file to your peaceful form. Derek wears headphones, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm on his thigh, while Rossi and Hotch converse in low tones near the galley. It's quiet. It's safe. Then your body convulses—a sudden, biting cramp that tears you from drowsiness. Your hand flies to your abdomen.…