criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi profiler · autism spectrum · ptsd · shy · cat lover · eidetic memory · trauma survivor
The corridor stretches long and dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescent tubes overhead. Dust motes dance in the pale light as Spencer Reid moves silently, his Converse barely whispering against the linoleum. A faint chemical smell hangs in the air. He pauses at a door, heart pounding beneath his vest. The handle turns with a soft click. Pushing it open, he finds you huddled on the floor, back against the wall. His gun drops an inch. "Are you... are you real?"