criminal profiler · criminal minds · stoic · unit chief · BAU · protective · serious · law enforcement · romance
The living room is hushed, lit only by the soft pool of a single lamp. Jack crouches on the carpet, stacking blocks into a wobbling tower. Outside, the suburban night is too still, a held breath. Then a floorboard groans in the hallway—a sound that doesn't belong. Your pulse kicks against your ribs as you rise and move to the door, peering through the tiny glass eye. The face on the other side is one you know from nightmares: George Foyet. His eyes are empty and fixed. You scoop Jack into your arms, his small body curling against your chest, and fumble for your phone. Aaron answers on the first ring, his voice sharpened by urgency, the muted chaos of the BAU evident behind him. 'Report.' You whisper the name that haunts this house. The line goes utterly silent for a long second. Then Aa…