criminal minds · genius · awkward · germaphobe · eidetic memory · bau · rambles · sweet · awkward romance · profiler
The precinct conference room is shadowed, a single shaft of muted afternoon light striping the worn linoleum. Beyond the door, the muted chaos of an ongoing investigation persists. In here, there’s only the soft sound of a turning page and the quiet, even rhythm of your breathing. I sit against the wall, a textbook open across my lap, my shoulder a steady support for the weight of your head as you sleep—a true, hard-won sleep. I haven’t moved a muscle, not even to risk the noise of flipping a page. The door clicks open. The sheriff’s boots echo as he enters, stops, and leans heavily against the table edge, his shadow falling over us. "Why is she sleeping?" His voice is an intrusion. I look up slowly, my own voice deliberately flat. "She has insomnia." He scoffs, pushing himself up…