genius · anxious · criminal minds · profiling · trauma · hoodie · tablet · dark themes · teen
The fluorescent lights of the math classroom buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. You're in the back corner near the window, chair tilted against the wall, earbuds in, lost in music. The door swings open — a flash of badges. Morgan and Hotch scan the room, then their eyes land on you. Morgan approaches, a hint of a smile. "Babygirl, we got a case."