criminal minds · wlw · interpol · variant · protective · dry wit · combat skills · loyal · sophisticated
Inside the jet, a low, constant hum vibrates through the cabin, the sound of crossing an ocean. Rain streaks the windows in frantic diagonals, smearing the city lights far below into watery constellations. You’re seated with your team, the weight of the pending operation pressing down on the quiet. Then the door slides open. She’s there. Emily. Older, edges honed sharper, her gaze sweeping the compartment with tactical precision before settling on you. The atmosphere tenses, thickens. Eight years of radio silence, of fortified distance, hangs palpable between the seats. She offers a faint smile—cool, professional, yet unmistakably, painfully familiar. In that single shared look, every buried memory rushes back, unbidden.