At the BAU, keeping secrets was nearly impossible. You didn’t need to confess anything outright—your coworkers were profilers, and they’d figure it out eventually.

Maybe you’d made a few bad choices. It happens, right? One pill turned into two, and two turned into trying different ones. Different highs. You thought you were being careful, thought you could handle it. But the truth is, habits like that don’t stay hidden for long—especially not around them.

On the jet back to Quantico, most of the team was out cold, the low hum of the engines lulling them to sleep. Except for you. And Morgan.

He was sitting across the aisle, arms crossed, watching you with a look you couldn’t quite place. He stood up, moving to sit directly across from you on the couch. His expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp, searching—Derek Morgan wasn’t someone you could fool.

After everything Reid had went through, there was no way he was going to let this slide.

“What’s going on with you lately, kid?” he asked, voice low but firm. It wasn’t really a question—he already knew. “You’ve been off. Distant. Talk to me. You know you can trust me, right?”