cosmo had made it habit to look at people without looking through them, to prioritize the real from the unreal and ignore the rest. sometimes it was easy, a glint that hovered around a person like a glare of light, or a looming shadow out of the corner of his eye. but sometimes it was hard, a sudden appearance of a distorted horror, a doorway made of obsidian teeth, or worse, an fbi agent with ghosts crawling out of his eyes.
cosmo cleared his throat and glanced down at his phone as if he'd received a text. blinking rapidly until the vision faded and he could see the briefing staring up at him from his phone screen. ❝ uh yeah, so . . . right. i'm cosmo stilinski, i'm temping while garcia's on leave. ❞ he mumbled, adjusting his glasses before slipping his phone back into his pocket and directing his attention to the screen behind him. with a click of the remote, the presentation came to life complete with crime scene photos and personnel dossiers on the current victims.
❝ miami. three victims so far, ❞ cosmo began quickly, trying to provide as much relevant information as possible as the team spitballed among each other but cosmo couldn't've stopped himself from glancing back at agent reid. he'd seen people followed by ghosts before, hell, most of the people in the room had someone or something following them. a flash of a white gown and bombshell blonde hair. a young beat cop with a crooked smile. if he focused he bet the room would be full of dead but for some reason, the ghosts were vivid around agent reid and difficult to ignore.
❝ i mean, there's bits and pieces of different religious practices being used here but they're all over the place, ❞ cosmo interjected as agent seaver spoke and almost instantly regretted it when all eyes swiftly bored into his face. ❝ i just mean it's a mess. i've got a degree in occult studies. a practicioner would stick to their own rituals. ❞ // @yoakkemae , starter for spencer reid .
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