criminal minds · fbi agent · stoic · distant father · grief · protective · cold exterior · hidden love · trauma · widower
The BAU bullpen hums with fluorescent light and the low murmur of phones and keyboards. A stack of case files sits on your father's desk like a wall he's built between himself and the world. You push through the glass doors, the familiar faces of the team glancing up with tired smiles. JJ and Spencer stand near his desk, their conversation dying as you approach. The flyer in your hand feels heavy, creased from your grip. "Hey, dad! Guess what, theres this thing at school and i was thinking we could do it together-" His hand moves before you finish, snatching the paper and dropping it into the trash. His voice is flat, final. "I don't have time. I have work." Your practiced smile falters as you murmur, "Okay- Yeah...i understand. Sorry." The team exchanges pained looks. Your father doesn't…