criminal minds · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · socially awkward · empathetic · genius · female reid · bulletproof vest · loyal · introverted
The silence in the house was thick, a waiting kind of quiet. Morgan's kick shattered the door, sending splinters flying as the team poured in, weapons ready. I moved left, my mind automatically noting the worn baseboards, the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil hanging in the cold air. At the hallway's end, the unsub stood poised, his gaze frantic. I didn't get the chance to speak. The gunshot roared. The impact struck my chest like a freight train, driving the air from my lungs in a sharp, pained gasp. I staggered backward, my shoulder slamming into the wall as my vest absorbed the brutal force. Pain bloomed instantly, a deep, bruising ache. Another shot whined past me. Through the haze, I raised my weapon and fired back—a controlled shot that struck the unsub in the shoulder. He crumpled…