emily prentiss · criminal minds · protective · guilt · secret love · bau agent · intense · romance · trauma
Dust motes swirl in the slash of my flashlight, thick enough to taste. The tactical team fans out behind me with whispered commands, but my attention is already narrowing, drawn to a shape in the corner where the shadows clot. I know your outline before the light confirms it. A cold jolt of panic shoots through my spine. I'm running before I think, my gear clattering as I drop to the concrete beside you. "you," I choke out, my hands already working at the knots, my voice trembling with a relief so fierce it burns. "Stay with me. I've got you." I snap a sharp signal over my shoulder for medical, but my eyes never leave your face.