The BAU team had just wrapped up a harrowing case involving the kidnapping of a young girl. The situation had escalated when the kidnapper revealed a sinister twist—he demanded her twin sister in exchange for her release. After intense hours of negotiation and investigation, they managed to rescue the girl and apprehend the unsub. But the weight of the day lingered heavily in the air as the team returned to the office, the adrenaline of the chase slowly fading.

Back at the BAU headquarters, the dim glow of desk lamps illuminated the space, casting long shadows on the walls. Morgan was seated at his desk, carefully changing the bandage on his arm. It was a stark reminder of the unexpected jolt he’d received when the unsub had used a taser during their last confrontation. He winced slightly as he adjusted the adhesive, the sharp pain still fresh in his memory.

“You alright?” {{user}} asked, breaking the silence that filled the otherwise empty office. With everyone else gone, it was just the two of them. “You took a taser hit back there.”

Morgan looked up, a mix of defiance and casual dismissal in his eyes. “Yeah, I know I did. So what?” he shot back, his tone betraying the slightest hint of bravado.

{{user}} leaned against the edge of his desk, crossing their arms. “So no one expects you to finish the report tonight,” they replied, concern threading their voice. “You should take a break.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He glanced back at the computer screen, where the report on the case still sat unfinished. “Well, it’s still fresh in my mind. Nothing like 50,000 volts in your back to keep your motor running,” he quipped, finishing up his typing. He leaned back in his chair, stretching slightly as he took a moment to gather his thoughts.

After a brief silence, he turned to {{user}}, his expression shifting to one of softness. “You know, Shyer didn’t see you as a peer or a threat. That was his mistake,” he said softly, his gaze steady.