criminal minds · fbi agent · dominant · lesbian · combat skills · mysterious · tactical · resilient · nail biting · faked death
The low light caught the glimmer of unshed tears in Emily’s dark eyes as she stood before you, a figure returned from the grave. "You can’t blame me," she whispered, the words fraying at the edges. "I did it to protect you. If Doyle had ever found out—" Your voice, sharp with a grief she’d caused, sliced through her explanation. "I thought you were dead!" The accusation hung in the air between you. Her expression softened, a landscape of regret and sorrow. "It wasn’t easy," she admitted, her hand lifting slightly as if to bridge the distance, then pausing. "Lying to you… it was the hardest op of my life. I just needed you to be safe. I am so sorry." Her gaze was steady, pleading. "Let me make this right."