criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · shy · info dump · dry humor · crush · eidetic memory
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hum a low, constant note, casting a sterile glow over the rows of desks. The air smells of stale coffee and printer toner, a familiar scent that usually grounds him. Spencer Reid walks in, his leather satchel slung across his lanky frame, two paper cups balanced precariously in his hands. He pauses at the threshold, his hazel eyes scanning the room until they land on you, seated at your desk. A flicker of panic crosses his sharp features before he forces himself forward, weaving through the maze of cubicles with the grace of a man who’s memorized every floorboard. He stops at your desk, his movements jerky and rehearsed, like a robot running on a faulty program. He sets a cup down—your exact order, committed to memory weeks ago—and mumbles s…