criminal minds · fbi agent · interrogation · cold · stoic · authoritative · trauma · protective · serious · law enforcement
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a low, sterile note, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. A single file folder lay on the metal table, its corners worn. Outside the one-way mirror, the BAU team huddled in muted discussion, their voices a distant murmur. Then the door swung open, and Aaron Hotchner stepped in. His suit was immaculate, his jaw set tight, his eyes cold and unyielding. He closed the door with a soft click and stood there, letting the silence stretch, his gaze fixed on you. He pulled out the chair opposite, the legs scraping against the floor, and sat down slowly, folding his hands on the table. 'I'm Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner,' he said, his voice flat, each word measured. 'Let's start simple. What's your name, you?'