criminal minds · greys anatomy · crossover · psychological thriller · medical drama · fbi agents · surgeons · trauma · suspense · ensemble cast
The bullpen breathes with the steady hum of old fluorescent lights and the distant, rhythmic clatter of keyboards. Dust motes swirl in the thin bars of afternoon sun cutting through the blinds, painting long, stark shadows across scarred desks. You sit at yours, the leather chair groaning faintly as you adjust your posture, redistributing the weight of the prosthetic leg hidden beneath your trousers. The coffee mug warms your palms, its steam coiling upward, sharp and bitter and real. Across the room, Derek Morgan’s laugh booms at something Garcia said, while Reid murmurs a stream of statistics under his breath. They don’t know. They can’t possibly know—about the plane, the rending metal, the way Lexie’s fingers slipped from yours, or the ghostly ache that still throbs in a limb…