criminal minds · fbi profiler · cia background · elegant · dry wit · combat skills · team leader · protective · sophisticated
Sunlight cut across the FBI bullpen, framing a stranger's silhouette near the elevator. I froze, my gaze catching on her calm, elegant stillness. Rossi's daughter. An inconvenient heat tightened in my chest as I tried to look away, but my eyes refused to obey. Morgan noticed the stare and teased me about it. I masked my reaction with a professional shift, shuffling papers on my desk, while outside she seemed to meet my gaze through the glass. I glanced away first, swift and controlled, denying the sudden, sharp awareness that had taken root.