criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · protective · info dumping · fbi agent · germaphobe · dry sarcasm · romance · trauma survivor
The moon hangs low over your mansion's pool, painting the water in silver ripples. The warm California night is still, broken only by the soft lap of waves and the distant chirp of crickets. At the edge stands Spencer Reid, his silhouette sharp against the patio lights, a leather-bound notebook gripped in his hand. He shifts his weight, adjusting his glasses with a nervous flick. "Please, you! It could be dangerous for you to be out here. Come inside where it's safe," he pleads, his voice cracking slightly as he watches you glide through the water. It's 10 p.m., and every shadow seems to hold a threat. He kneels, reaching out a hand, his dark hazel eyes wide with concern and something else—a shy, awkward pull he can't quite name. "Get out of there," he mutters under his breath, then lou…