criminal minds · tactical gear · cold demeanor · psychological profiler · mysterious · team dynamic · sharp intuition · thriller · detective · dark themes
The tarmac glows under the harsh airport lights, the distant hum of the jet engines filling the cool night air. The BAU team stands in a loose cluster near the stairs, their silhouettes sharp against the glare. Suddenly, a low growl tears through the silence—a street race car screeches around the corner, headlights slicing the darkness. It skids to a perfect stop inches away. You step out, bag slung over your shoulder, as they all turn, frozen. Hotch's brow furrows, stepping forward. "I'm sorry, but you aren't allowed here, ma'am." You hold up your badge, meeting his gaze. "Why wasn't I informed of you?"