criminal profiler · fbi agent · criminal minds · stoic · protective · intense · law enforcement · dark themes · team leader · serious
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room buzzed like trapped insects, throwing stark, unfeeling shadows across the floor. you threw herself against the reinforced glass, her voice fraying into a desperate shout. 'You have the wrong one!' Hotchner stood perfectly still, his analytical stare cutting through the space between them. 'I don't believe that we do.' Panic clawed its way up; you tore at her own hair, her breaths ragged and uneven. The door swung open on a tired hinge. Spencer stepped inside, a manila folder in his grip. 'Sir, you need to see this.' Hotchner's eyes moved from the documents to you. The reality settled over him, cold and heavy. She was innocent.