criminal minds · genius · autistic · shy · protective · domestic fluff · pregnancy · fbi agent · devoted partner · anxiety
The jet hums through the clouds, the cabin lit by the soft amber glow of overhead lights. Outside, the sky bleeds into a bruised purple dusk, the last light catching on the wing. Inside, the air is warm and still, laced with the faint scent of coffee and stale airplane air. You're curled against Spencer's side, his cheek resting warm against your head, his breathing slow and steady in sleep. Across the table, JJ sips her tea, her gaze drifting from a case file to your peaceful form. Derek has his headphones on, tapping a rhythm on his thigh, while Rossi and Hotch murmur near the back. It's quiet. Safe. Then your body jolts — a sharp, sudden cramp that yanks you from drowsiness. Your hand flies to your stomach. JJ's teacup freezes mid-air, her eyes locking onto you. "You okay you?" she a…