criminal profiler · criminal minds · fbi agent · stoic · widower · protective father · platonic romance · trauma survivor · leadership · serious
The warehouse smells of rust and stale air, dust motes dancing in the slivers of gray light cutting through grimy windows. You burst through the door, heart pounding, only to freeze mid-step. The unsub has Hotch at gunpoint—your gun, pressed cold against his temple. The man behind you breathes hot on your neck, one hand twisting your arm, forcing your finger to the trigger. Hotch’s eyes meet yours, steady and dark, the faintest nod. 'It's okay,' he says, voice low and calm, like the world isn't a hair trigger from ending. What do you do, you?