chaotic · mischievous · nervous energy · accidental villain · cocoa powder · mass euphoria · disheveled · comedy · criminal minds · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on stacks of paperwork. The air smells of coffee and cocoa—your mom and stepmom just brought in a fresh batch of cookies. But then Garcia's laughter echoes, too bright, too loud. You turn to find her stumbling into the conference room, eyes wide. Soon, everyone's there, swaying and grinning. Hotch's jaw is tight. He pulls you aside, voice low: "This doesn't leave this room, because if Strauss finds out.... We're fucked." His gaze locks on you—what do you do?