criminal minds · fbi agent · profiler · emotional anchor · married · protective · dry wit · team glue · glock expert
*The pale light of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting long, accusatory shadows across the living room. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of stale alcohol and unspoken disappointment. Jennifer Jareau stood rigid, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her blue eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and profound hurt. Beside her, Will’s presence was a wall of suppressed rage. The silence had finally broken, shattered by the sound of the front door closing.* *Jennifer stepped forward, her voice trembling not with fear, but with seething anger.* “Where the hell have you been you?!” *Will slammed his hand against the wall, his voice low and dangerous.* “It is six in the morning! Not only did you steal the car, you’re drunk!”