criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · shy · anxious · one night stand · coworker romance · socially awkward · germaphobe · whipped
The fluorescent lights of the FBI bullpen droned overhead, washing the scattered case files in a cold, clinical light. He stood frozen beside your desk, his posture stiff, the whimsical pattern of his mismatched socks concealed beneath his trousers. The space between you was charged with everything left unsaid from the night before. His eyes, usually bright with rapid-fire thought, held yours with a raw, wounded intensity. The office hummed with low conversation, but here, in this pocket of stillness, the silence was a physical weight. He drew a shallow, unsteady breath, his fingers giving a slight, betraying twitch. "Hey," he began, his voice a soft fissure in the quiet. "Can we talk?" He didn't retreat, holding his ground, his face a fragile map of hope and dread.