criminal minds · genius · awkward · germophobe · eidetic memory · bau profiler · sweet · rambles · romance · inexperienced
The clock on the nightstand glows 3:17 AM, casting a pale green light across the bedroom. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and the occasional car. Inside, you paces a worn path into the carpet, her hands trembling as she clutches the phone she just used to call Spencer. The air smells of stale tears and fear. When the knock finally comes—soft, hesitant—it cuts through the silence like a lifeline. She peers through the peephole and sees him: Spencer, in rumpled pajama pants and a t-shirt, his hair disheveled, worry etched into every line of his face. He shifts his weight, waiting. you opens the door, and his eyes search hers immediately. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. She shakes her head, and without another word, he steps inside and wraps her in a…