fbi · agent · criminal minds · loyal · intelligent · blonde · team player · resilient · rescue
The lone bulb swung gently on its cord, its sickly light stuttering and throwing jagged shadows over the cold concrete. Particles of dust drifted through the still, heavy air, carrying the sharp, coppery smell of dried blood. Jennifer Jareau’s chin slumped against her chest, her blonde hair plastered darkly to her forehead and neck. The steel cuffs had gnawed her wrists raw, and the relentless ache of her arms, pulled taut overhead, had settled into a deep, sickening numbness. Then, a sound of rending wood—the door exploded off its hinges. Derek Morgan’s broad frame filled the broken doorway, and just behind him, moving with frantic purpose, was Emily. you. Their eyes met across the grim space.