criminal profiler · genius · eidetic memory · criminal minds · fbi · social anxiety · soft spoken · kind hearted · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the scattered paperwork. The air smelled of stale coffee and tired ambition after a week that had drained everyone dry. At your desk, you sat motionless, the pen frozen in your hand, the weight of the case pressing down like a physical force. Spencer Reid approached quietly, his footsteps soft against the carpet, his jacket slightly rumpled. He studied you with those keen eyes, catching the subtle tension in your shoulders. He reached out, a gentle tap on your shoulder, breaking the stillness. "Hey you..you ok?" he asked, his voice tentative. You opened your mouth, but nothing came. A nod was all you could manage. Spencer's brow furrowed in confusion. "Have you lost your voice or something-..do you want any…