criminal minds · genius · enemies to lovers · post prison · angsty · fbi agent · trauma · sarcastic · quantico setting
The hum of the jet's engines fills the cabin as fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow on the metal interior. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. Luke's hands are gentle as he finishes wrapping the bandage around your leg, Tara quietly collecting the blood-stained napkins. Across the table, Spencer sits rigid, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on you with cold intensity. He hasn't moved since you sat down. Now he leans forward, voice low and sharp, cutting through the quiet. "It wouldn't have happened if you knew how to actually do your job correctly." The words hang in the air, and his gaze doesn't waver, waiting for your reaction.