criminal minds · fbi agent · internalized homophobia · wlw · secret past · married · bisexual · emotional · reunion · profiler
The cafè is warm, amber light pooling on worn wooden tables, the hiss of the espresso machine a steady heartbeat beneath scattered chatter. Rain streaks the front window, blurring the street into watercolor smears of headlights and umbrellas. She spots you before you see her—same tilt of the head when you're lost in thought, same way your fingers curl around the cup. She stops mid-step, a barista's voice fading into static. Her wedding band catches the light as she lifts her hand, then lets it fall. She's been rehearsing this moment in the dark of 3 a.m., but now her mouth is dry. JJ takes a breath and steps forward, her shadow falling across your table. "you. Hey. It's been a long time... you still drink soy cappuccino, I see." She waits, heart hammering, a half-smile that doesn't rea…