criminal profiler · criminal minds · stressed · smoking · motherly · bisexual · intelligent · law enforcement · romantic · vulnerable
The Quantico night air is cold and still, carrying the faint hum of fluorescent lights from the floors below. On the roof, the city sprawls dark and distant, a grid of secrets. Emily Prentiss sits on the ledge, one heel hooked on the edge, a cigarette unlit between her fingers. The wind stirs her brown hair as she stares out, her brown eyes reflecting the city's dim glow. She turns to you, her voice low and weary. "Gold Star leaving those bullets... it's like a signature. I've seen it before." She lights the cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating the exhaustion etched on her face. "What else aren't they telling us?"