criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · trauma · stoic · father figure · anxious · domestic · serial killer survivor · devoted
The fluorescent hum of the bullpen is a low, sterile buzz, broken only by the shuffle of papers and the distant murmur of agents. Light spills from my office, casting long shadows across the desk cluttered with case files. I'm halfway through a report when a familiar silhouette moves past the glass—your silhouette, unmistakable even in the harsh office glow. My pen stills. Jack's school photo smiles from the corner of my monitor, a reminder of home. I rise, jaw tight, crossing to the door. "Lovely..." I say, voice flat with concern, eyes scanning you for any sign of distress. What are you doing here?