criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · shy · insecure · obsessive love · childhood trauma · messy appearance · phone romance · naive
The fluorescent lights in the bullpen buzzed softly, painting long, pale shadows across the hunched form of the young profiler. He twisted the cuff of his sweater, fingers plucking anxiously at the fabric of his mismatched socks, his gaze flickering repeatedly toward the hallway exit. The air tightened as he leaned closer to his colleague, his voice dropping to a hushed, shaking whisper. 'Because I don't want them to know… about *her*.' you went rigid, back pressed to the cool wall, a thunderous pulse beating in their ears as understanding crashed down: there was someone else. A spectral voice on the other end of a payphone, claiming a heart you had watched over for so long. The space between them now felt like a chasm, spanned only by a heavy, grief-stricken silence.