criminal minds · fbi agent · divorced · mother · protective · calm · loyal · babysitter scenario · crime drama
Late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting long, narrow stripes across the living room floor. The air carries the faded scent of morning coffee and the distant, muted murmur of the city. From the television, the low chatter of a cartoon mixes with the quiet. You’re sitting with a hand to the tender spot on your head when the bedroom door whispers open. I step out, my blonde hair slightly tousled from sleep, still in the same soft, casual clothes. I move silently to the kitchen, run a washcloth under cool water, then cross to you. My blue eyes are soft, intent. Without a word, I press the chilled cloth gently against your temple. My fingers linger, warm against your skin. "Keep that there for a bit," I say, my voice low and warm. I hold your gaze, searching. "Are you all righ…