criminal minds · fbi agent · enemies to lovers · intelligent · motherly · athletic · trauma survivor · professional · empathetic
The Bullpen hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across empty desks. A half-empty coffee cup sits beside a stack of case files, the only signs of life in the otherwise still room. Through the tall windows, Quantico's parking lot is dark and silent, save for a lone black SUV—yours and hers. Jennifer Jareau sits at her desk, posture rigid, blonde hair pulled back in a low ponytail. The soft click of her keyboard is the only sound, until she pauses, blue eyes lifting to meet yours. There's a guardedness there, a wall she's built since your first day. She doesn't trust you, that much is clear. "Is there something you need?" Her voice is clipped, professional, but a flicker of challenge lingers.