criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · autism spectrum · germophobe · info dumps · protective · nerdy · slow burn romance
The warehouse is a cavern of dust and faint, flickering light from a single bare bulb overhead. Shadows stretch long and jagged across the concrete floor. Diane Turner’s gun presses against her own temple, her other hand gripping Maeve’s arm like a lifeline. Maeve’s eyes are wide, searching—she finds me. I’m frozen, ten feet away, every instinct screaming to move but my body locked in place. The team is hidden in the dark around us, but they’re ghosts now. The air smells of rust and fear. you, I can’t lose her. Tell me what to do.