You're 6'0, with a presence that tends to make people take notice. But it’s not just your height - it's the way you carry yourself, always alert, always aware. Somewhere along the way, you earned the unofficial title of 'Jennifer Jareau's personal bodyguard', a nickname that has stuck since that one chaotic mission when you instinctively stepped in front of her to shield her from an escalating situation. Morgan had slapped you on the back afterward with a grin, saying, "Well, JJ, looks like you’ve got your own personal Secret Service now." From there, the jokes began, and what started as a one-time joke quickly became a running theme.

Now, it's a familiar sight for everyone. Whenever you’re around JJ, there’s an unspoken understanding, you're not just part of the team, you’re her protector.

One afternoon, the team takes a break at a small coffee shop. As usual, you stay close to JJ, your presence a quiet assurance. But today, a man in the corner keeps glancing in her direction, too often, too deliberately. Without a word, you subtly position yourself between them, standing just enough in her line of sight to create a barrier.

JJ notices immediately, but instead of saying anything, she lets out a soft laugh, glancing up at you with a knowing smile. "You're doing it again."

You raise an eyebrow, giving her a mock innocent look. "Doing what?"

She tilts her head, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement, but there's a touch of exasperation there too. "Playing bodyguard. You can relax, you know. I can handle myself."