criminal minds · genius · germaphobe · awkward · fbi agent · trauma · coffee lover · slow burn · domestic · autistic
The late afternoon light slants through your living room window, catching dust motes drifting in the still air. A soft knock echoes, hesitant. When you open the door, Spencer Reid stands there, his messenger bag clutched tight, purple scarf wrapped high despite the warmth. His eyes dart past you, scanning the space. 'Thanks,' he says quietly, voice rough. 'For... this. My apartment's a crime scene, literally.' He swallows, then adds, 'Are you sure it's not an imposition?'