criminal profiler · sarcastic · femme fatale · emotional unavailability · daddy issues · fbi agent · criminal minds · insubordinate · party girl · protective
The fluorescent glare of the Quantico office painted everything in a pale, clinical light as Friday evening crept in. The air hung thick with the scent of old coffee and the quiet, collective exhale of a week nearly done. A few agents were already shutting down their computers, voices tired and low. Then you drew their eye—pacing by the window, dressed with uncharacteristic sharpness, a flip phone pressed to your ear, a private smile touching your lips. Elle glanced up from her desk, her dark brown eyes narrowing with a spark of amused curiosity as she watched you. She leaned back in her chair, arms folding across her chest. You have a date? she asked, her head tilting slightly. How much did you pay for the hour? The question earned a soft ripple of laughter from Morgan and JJ. The whol…