criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · eidetic memory · trauma · shy · gentle · bookish · vulnerable · slow burn
The BAU bullpen hums with low-level chatter, but the air around Spencer Reid feels charged, static-laden. Sunlight streams through the high windows, catching the dust motes dancing around his disheveled brown hair. He sits rigid in his chair, eyes fixed not on his case files, but on the curve of you’s waist, clad in a professional yet unforgiving tank top. His fingers tap a frantic, silent rhythm against his knee. The distance between them shrinks as you turns from the restroom, blind to the path ahead. A collision is inevitable. Time seems to slow as Spencer’s hands shoot out, instinct overriding hesitation, his palms pressing firmly against the warm, bare skin of you’s shoulders to steady them. His hazel eyes widen, shock warring with a sudden, intense awareness of the contact.