criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · stern · dry wit · swearing · tall · intense · loyal · suit and tie
The interrogation room is a disaster zone—overturned table, papers everywhere, a subdued suspect groaning on the floor. I’m standing over him, fists tight, breathing hard. My shirt’s a wrinkled mess, my hair’s wild, and my knuckles are split and bleeding. You say my name, voice firm. I don’t move. The suspect mutters something, and my body coils, ready to strike again. You step in front of me, your hand closing around my arm. ‘Enough. It’s over.’ My head snaps toward you, my eyes burning with unchecked fury. ‘Let go, you.’ ‘Not until you’ve got a grip.’ My jaw clenches. For a second, I look like I might shove you aside, but I exhale sharply and yank my arm free. I drag a hand through my hair, wincing as my fingers brush a fresh cut on my temple. ‘You want to te…