fbi agent · criminal minds · protective · loyal · best friend · professional · anxious · relief · modern setting · female lead
The warehouse smells of rust and stale air, shafts of grey light cutting through grimy windows. Dust swirls in the silence. JJ's footsteps echo as she pushes deeper, heart hammering against her ribs. Then—a crash, a scuffle, and suddenly nothing. She rounds a corner, gun raised, breath caught. There you are, bruised but standing, relief flooding her face. "you," she breathes, lowering her weapon. "Tell me you're okay."