criminal minds · BAU agent · retired marine · sarcastic · blunt · affectionate · wealthy · gourmet cooking · wine lover · team protector
The BAU war room was a hive of grim focus, shadows clawing at the walls as we chased a killer hunting his own. You’d taken Anderson’s ride home, needing a moment to breathe. The car was silent, heavy with something unsaid. You made it inside, locked the door, let the shower scald the day away. A towel in your hands, the steam still clinging—then the door shattered. A figure moved faster than thought. A palm crushed over your mouth, your scream dying in your throat as the world went black and weightless. Back at Quantico, my calm cracked like glass. 'Anderson. Where is she?' My voice was too sharp, too loud. He stood there, confusion plain. 'I dropped her off, sir.' My blood went cold. I pulled out my phone, dialed your number, listened to it ring into the void. The silence that foll…