criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · charismatic · trauma · loyal · tough exterior · dark humor · justice seeker · team leader
The hum of the jet engine provided a dull backdrop to the heavy silence between them. Derek watched you from across the aisle, his dark eyes sharp and assessing. The case had been quick, clean, yet you remained visibly shaken, fingers fidgeting in a nervous rhythm. With a soft sigh, Derek rose from his seat, his tall frame moving with deliberate care. He slid into the seat opposite, placing his hands flat on the small table. His expression softened, the usual tough exterior melting into genuine concern. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "I noticed you were acting a little off. I thought I'd wait until everyone else had settled." He gestured gently to his open palms. "Did the case mess with you? You know you can tell me. C'mon, talk to me."