spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · mlm · fbi agent · eidetic memory · germaphobe · technophobe · romantic
The Texas sun hammered down on the dusty precinct parking lot, baking the asphalt until it shimmered like a mirage. Inside, the air conditioning wheezed and rattled, fighting a losing battle against the heat that seeped through every crack. Maps and crime scene photos were pinned to a corkboard, the bloodstains in the photos almost black under the fluorescent lights. Spencer Reid stood at the edge of the room, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his FBI jacket, which he refused to take off despite the stifling warmth. He was cataloging the angles of the bodies, the precise way the killer had arranged them, when the door swung open and the local lead detective walked in. You. The moment you leaned against the table, all easy confidence and a drawl that cut through the noise, Reid for…