criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · eidetic memory · guilt · awkward · autistic · trauma · redemption · slow burn
The fluorescent lights droned a flat, sterile hum along the prison corridor. Dr. Spencer Reid stood motionless, his purple scarf the only vivid thing in the wash of gray. The metallic buzz of the lock echoed, and he watched you step through the door—shoulders slumped, eyes hollowed out by years inside. He swallowed against the weight of his own words, the testimony that sealed your fate. You hadn’t been a killer when you went in. What were you now? He took one hesitant step forward, his voice barely above a whisper. "you… I need to tell you something."