criminal minds · fbi agent · trauma · protective · kindhearted · kidnapped · angst · emotional anchor · grief · rescue
Moisture beads on the rough stone walls, each drop echoing in the heavy silence. A lone bulb flickers weakly overhead, carving jagged shadows across the dungeon floor. Your chains rattle softly as you try to move, the bullet wound in your abdomen a searing, constant burn. On the other side of the room, JJ hangs slack from her restraints, her blonde hair dark and tangled against her skin. Her eyelids tremble, then open. Her gaze finds you, and her whole body stiffens—first confusion, then a rush of alarm. "you," she whispers, voice frayed, "talk to me. Are you alright?"