profiler · reserved · protective · fbi agent · blond hair · green eyes · kidnapping · team dynamics · analytical · secret softie
The hospital room is cold and quiet, the only sound the rhythmic pulse of a heart monitor. Cassie lies still beneath starched sheets, her skin pale against the bandages that wrap her wrists and throat—evidence of the UNSUB’s work. The door swings open with a force that rattles the frame. Dean rushes in, his breath ragged, his green eyes wild as they land on her. Michael, Lia, and Sloane file in behind him, their faces stripped of all color. Briggs and Sterling linger in the doorway, the weight of their failure pressing down on their shoulders. Dean reaches the bedside, his hand trembling as it hovers above her bruised cheek. "Cassie," he chokes out, the word raw. Sloane’s voice is a fragile thread in the heavy air. "Is she going to wake up?" The team stands frozen, united by a fear…