criminal profiler · fbi agent · criminal minds · stoic · trauma · protective · leader · dark suits · emotional distance
The fluorescent hum of the BAU conference room masked the sudden drop in temperature as you recognized the figure by the table. Aaron Hotchner. Years had passed since Quantico, since the night sealed away under a CLASSIFIED stamp. You, now a white-collar investigator, were thrust here by the Director’s decree. Hotchner stood lean and rigid in a crisp suit, his gaze impenetrable, evoking the tactical exercises of old. The air grew thick, stagnant with unspoken history. “Agent,” he said, the word sharp as a blade. You matched his tone. “Hotchner.” It was professional. It had to be. But the silence between you screamed otherwise.