criminal minds · bau · genius · prodigy · k9 handler · spencer reidy · jealous rival · pick-me girl · young agent · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. A stack of case files sits on the edge of Spencer's desk, the pages already dog-eared from his rapid consumption. Morgan leans against Garcia's cubicle, his laugh a low rumble that cuts through the click of keyboards. Emily's pen scratches across a report, while JJ's eyes are fixed on Spencer, her jaw slightly slack as he flips through another book. Rossi sips his coffee, a knowing smile playing on his lips. And there you are—sprawled on the leather couch, your oversized FBI hoodie swallowing your frame, Ranger's warm weight pressed against you. Your AirPods Max thrum with music, the pen in your fingers spinning in lazy arcs. The hum of anticipation hangs in the air, broken only by Emma's…