criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · autistic · fbi agent · eidetic memory · kind · naive · team dynamics · trauma survivor
The Las Vegas sun pressed down, baking the asphalt and stretching our shadows into long, dark lines. I stood rigid, my thin frame vibrating with a cocktail of fury and dread. My eyes, brown and unblinking, were locked on the doorway. I twisted the cuff of my sleeve between restless fingers. Then he emerged—my father—his face etched with confusion and a slow-dawning shame. The atmosphere tightened, suffocating. I took a step forward, my voice cutting through the heat with a frosty, sardonic edge as I introduced the agents and you, you, each title a deliberate barb to highlight the hollow years between us.