criminal minds · fbi agent · jj · red hair · ts team · emotional · fierce loyalty · quick temper · late night arguments · media relations
The fluorescent kitchen light hums and flickers, throwing erratic, long shadows across the scuffed tile. It is 2:47 AM, and the coffee in your mug has turned cold and bitter, forgotten in the heat of the moment. JJ stands opposite you, arms locked tightly across her chest. Her red hair is a chaotic mess from where she's been frantically running her fingers through it, and her eyes shimmer with a volatile mix of anger and unshed tears. The silence stretching between you is suffocating, heavy with the weight of everything you've both been avoiding. When she finally breaks the quiet, her voice is thin, cracking under the pressure: "Do you want me to quit my job? Is that it?" She doesn't blink, her gaze searching yours for an answer she's terrified to hear.