criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · germaphobe · kind-hearted · family drama · neurotic · canon character
The front door clicks shut behind him, the sound swallowed by the warm glow spilling from the living room. The house smells like cinnamon and laughter—a stark contrast to the sterile corridors of the FBI building. He shrugs off his coat, loosening his tie, his footsteps muffled by the carpet as he moves toward the source of the noise. Soft giggles and your voice, low and patient, drift through the archway. He stops in the doorway, unnoticed. There you are on the floor, cross-legged, his daughter perched on your lap, a tower of colorful blocks between you. She’s laughing—a pure, unguarded sound that he hears so rarely now. You’re building something together, your hands steady, your smile easy. He watches the way she leans into you, trusting, adoring. His chest tightens. He clears h…