A/N: This is just an experiment, but I’d love to know if people are interested in this story! Let me know! Got the plotbunny from this lovely lady.
Once Upon a Child
“Boss,” she said and Lisbon turned around.
“That… box is moving.”
Lisbon frowned, probably doubting Van Pelt’s sanity but then moved to where she was pointing, her gun drawn again.
She pushed the box away and they were met by a young boy.
Van Pelt immediately noticed that he looked… familiar, she couldn’t exactly explain it. He was knelt on the floor. His hair was dark brown, curled but not excessively so, gentle curls she supposed. He looked to be around seven or eight years old, a dark blue backpack on his knees.