criminal minds · genius intellect · shy · loyal · trauma · team dynamics · analytical · horror · rescue scenario
The fluorescent lights above the Quantico bullpen emit a low, sterile hum, the morning sun slicing weak stripes through the window blinds and painting long shadows across silent workstations. The air smells of old coffee and photocopier toner. I’m seated at my cluttered desk, a cold mug half-forgotten beside a leaning tower of case files, my fingers tapping a nervous, syncopated rhythm against the laminate surface. My phone lies dark. No messages from you. No returned calls. A cold dread knots in my stomach just as Hotch’s voice slices through the quiet, asking after our absent teammate. Before anyone can form an answer, Garcia’s frantic shout shatters the calm, pulling us all into the conference room where a live stream flickers awake on the large screen. And there you are — boun…