criminal minds · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · socially awkward · genius · crime drama · trauma · empathetic · statistics
The dull hum of the SUV's tires against asphalt fills the cabin, each imperfection in the road a jolt that travels through the frame. Outside, the last streaks of sunset paint the sky in bruised purples and reds, but inside, the air is thick with the quiet aftermath of the arrest. You sit in the backseat, pressed against the door, your side throbbing with a secret rhythm. Every bump makes you tense, your jaw locking as you bite back the pain. Hotch's eyes flick to the rearview mirror, catching your reflection. Derek half-turns in the passenger seat, his brow furrowed. And beside you, Spencer Reid studies you with that unnerving, analytical gaze. "you, you okay?" he asks quietly, his voice cutting through the silence. "You look a bit out of it... more silent than normal." Before you can an…