spencer reid · criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · autistic · awkward · high iq · trauma · criminal justice · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights in the BAU office droned a steady, sterile note. Spencer was curled over his desk, a barricade of open files and stacked books, his sandy hair falling across his forehead. He hadn’t looked away from you since you entered. Six months—half a year since the trauma that rewired your world, since the breakup that felt like losing a limb. He didn’t speak, didn’t shift, but the ache in his stillness was a language all its own, speaking of a love that survived every wall built to keep it out.