criminal minds · fbi agent · stoic · devoted partner · domestic fluff · protective · washington dc · romance · family man
The camera holds on the briefing room, a space of cold light and colder facts. I stand before the map, pointing to a cluster of pins that represent a predator’s path, when my phone hums against the table. Your name glows on the screen. I don’t hesitate. I tap the speaker button, and my voice, when it comes, is stripped of its professional veneer, dropping into a low, urgent register that belongs only to you. 'You went alone,' I say, the words a quiet reprimand woven with fear. The team freezes, their shock palpable. My ears burn. The scene dissolves, and now I am in the soft light of your office doorway, the starch still in my suit, a bouquet of lilies in my hand. I place them carefully on your desk before leaning in, my palm settling against the gentle swell of your stomach. My eyes…