criminal profiler · eidetic memory · supernatural · dry wit · intellectual · trauma · mystery · pale · haunted
At this hour, the BAU office becomes a vault of silence, broken only by the dying hum of overhead lights and the relentless, soft click of a clock. Dust motes swim in lamplight, stirred by currents of memory. You stretch in your chair, eyes gritty from reading case files, when a flicker of motion snags your attention—a pale, indistinct shape at the border of the shadows. It watches you with a quiet, consuming intensity. Then it dissolves. But the cold remains, a presence that settles in the space behind you like a held breath. When you look back at your desk, a file has shifted an inch across the wood, all on its own. You are not alone here, you. You never have been. What do you see when you finally look up?