SUPERVISORY SPECIAL AGENT CROSS

This is an independent, mutually exclusive role play blog for an original character based on CBS’ Criminal Minds. Triggering and NSFW content may be present as CM is a show that presents heavily adult themes. Mun is 27 years old, CST timezone, she/her pronouns. Always feel free to hit me up if we’re mutuals and you wanna plot, I’m always very excited to do so. Below you can find more information on Sawyer and other important links.

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At first, Veronica considers being brave. She considers staying put with that vase in her hand and helping to defend her apartment from whatever is going on. But she sees the look in Agent Cross’s eyes and thinks better of it. They’d talked about this before, about what happens when it’s time for Sawyer to do her job. Veronica has to trust her and listen to the other or they’ll b e in even greater danger than they already were. So Veronica does as she’s told, she goes into her bedroom and locks the door. But instead of keeping the vase in her hands, she puts it down in the middle of the room and moves to the safe. It’s in the second drawer of her vanity, in a lock box with a pin pad safe that only she can open. Her father may not be a good man but he’d taught Veronica some very important things about protecting herself. One of those things was to always be armed. 

She’d never had to take that gun out before but she takes it out now, with shaky hands, surprised once again by how cold and heavy it is. And then she waits. She hears a scuffle but it’s far away. Silence. And then the door. Veronica waits, standing by her bed, out of eyeline of the door, with the gun pointed straight in front of her, finger on the trigger. As she hears footsteps approach, she tightens her grip, squares her jaw, prepares herself. She’ll think about what happened to Agent Cross and whether or not she’s alive after. First – this. 

Ms Lodge. She hears Sawyer’s voice and exhales with relief. She isn’t dead. But it could still be a trap. She could be held at gun point, being forced to knock on the door. She doesn’t know Sawyer quite well enough to know what she’d do if her life was being threatened, and Veronica’s too smart a business woman to not think of every possible outcome. “Come in,” she urges her. But she’s still holding the gun, still not moving, still standing on the other side of the door. “You can come in.”

It doesn’t come as a shock, that after all these years at the FBI, that its not the gun that startles her when she opens the door, but the person holding it. Her eyes immediately flicker to Veronica’s handgun, except this isn’t like any other armed gunman situation. Sawyer shows Veronica her weapon and steps through the door, lowering her voice as gently as she possibly can. ❛ Hey, its okay. Its just me. Look, I’m putting my gun away –– ❜ She holsters her handgun. ❛ –– and you’re going to put yours down too, and I’m going to close this door, and we’re both going to take a deep breath and talk about what happened before I call my unit chief, okay?❜

The reality is, she knows how scary it is for someone who doesn’t see this on a day-to-day basis, and it only reminds her of how numb she is to it all. Especially for someone who is in real danger. Who, by proxy, is associated to a dangerous underground connection of criminals that have taken years for the police and the FBI to decipher. She’s learned to disassociate herself from her near-death experiences, such as this one –– that man could’ve shot her in the hallway and she could’ve been as good as dead without a bulletproof vest, but she’s learned to force herself not to think about it. Veronica might not be so lucky yet. 

Veronica can’t remember the last time she’d felt – safe. Even with Agent Cross there to protect her. If anything, having the Agent always around had just made her feel lorded over, not much different from her father and his army of goons. But tonight, with a whole mistake’s worth of tequila in her system and far too many sugary drink rims making her stomach sour, she feels safe. She buries her head a little further into her pillow, listens to Sawyer’s answers with her eyes closed. 

But at the end of it, Veronica sits up, fixes her blanket around herself, and looks after Sawyer, pondering the other woman’s answer for a minute before she finally opens her mouth. “Wait –” she calls out, still pausing around the words before she speaks again. “Do you think I’m a bad person, Agent Cross? Because it’s taken me this long to do something about him. If the people we surround ourselves with are truly–” she stops in the middle of the ramble and sinks back against her pillow. “Sorry, that’s not a fair question. You don’t have to answer it.”

She thinks she’s in the clear, about to head out Veronica’s door after she’s sure she’s got her in bed tucked safely and comfortable with the light’s off, when her question –– though a valid assessment –– comes unexpectedly. Sawyer hesitates at the edge of Veronica’s bed, and watches her as her eyes finally adjust to the darkness and she can finally make out faint colors in Veronica’s silhouette. She walks back to her side; this time, when she crouches next to an intoxicated Veronica Lodge, its not to help her out of her dress and out of her heels like something completely out of her job description, but genuine, sorry she would even think that in the first place. 

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 ❝ You know, Agent Cross. I’m a girl of the new millennium. I don’t like cops and  I have far too much self respect to lose my cool over a man in uniform. But you– ❞ A small, curious, delighted smile pulls on Veronica’s lips as she wakes up  on her bed to Agent Cross tugging her favorite heels off and setting them with enough care on the floor to suggest that she knows they’re italian or knows Veronica wouldn’t want them manhandled. Anyone else and she wouldn’t trust it. Anyone else but the irritatingly good and dutiful Agent Cross. So instead of worrying, Veronica looks the other woman up and down, her throw blanket pulled up over her bare chest. She’d thrown her dress off five minutes before and entirely forgotten she’d done it.   ❝ You’re hot, Agent Cross. ❞ It’s simple and to the point. But she says it as though she’s awarding her a trophy.   ❝ In a good guy kind of way. ❞ Veronica closes her eyes then like she’s suddenly forgotten that she’s speaking to another person, and lays her head against the pillow, tucking her hand underneath it. “  ❝ I think maybe I could use a few more good guy types in my life. ❞ 

       “The last time I had a hunch about something, I canceled my offer on a brownstone and fled the country for five years.” It sounds off-hand, and maybe funny, but she means it. ( Though what exactly that hunch was is left open to her own imagination, sometimes. ) The folder is set down in front of her and she straightens her back as she reaches for it. “The last time I had a hunch about a case, I almost caused an international incident with the Vatican.” Dave helped. “But I was right.” She opens the folder, but she’s still looking up at Sawyer. “So explain why you’re right.” 

There’s a brief moment, as Emily spews her commentary about hunches, where she considers dropping the conversation about her hunch and begging Emily to tell her all there was to know about her speculations and the Vatican. She stands there, with her mouth slightly agape –– ❛ I’m going to... Ask questions about all of that later. ❜ Before she sits across from her on the desk, and takes the first picture on top of the folder. ❛ Okay. Well, when I worked for the Metro Police, I started compiling this list of missing people –– kids, teenagers, that had disappeared all over the D.C area over the past fifteen years. This girl –– her name is Melissa Ramos, high risk, went to juvie, trouble with drugs, so the Metro Police is now calling her a teenage runaway... ❜ 

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❛ You’re right. ❜ Its a strange and yet, honest thing to admit. The reality was, no matter how hard she tried there would always be someone, something more dangerous, more prepared, more elusive, something that would eventually get the jump on Sawyer, on any of them. But she’s held someone close and lost them before, and she thinks, as she’s gotten to know Penelope Garcia, that holding her at arms length was not an option anymore. What else could she do now, but sit here and count her blessings while she still has them. Maybe its the line of work, to think so fatalistically, maybe its just her. Maybe she’s always been unable to look at things in bright sides, but she’s trying.