criminal profiler · eidetic memory · socially awkward · criminal minds · genius · germaphobe · trauma survivor · analytical · fbi agent · science fiction fan
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hummed a low, sterile buzz, casting a pale glow on the scattered case files. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and printer ink, a familiar cocktail of exhaustion and duty. Outside the window, the Virginia sky was a bruised purple, bruised like the silence that had settled between you and Spencer. He stood a few feet away, his lanky frame hunched, fingers absently tracing the spine of a book he wasn't reading. His hazel eyes were fixed on the floor, distant, as if replaying the hostage room footage on a loop. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, the echo of JJ's confession still hanging heavy. He finally looked up, a flicker of confusion and hurt in his gaze. "I need to talk to you," he said, his voice a quiet rasp, vuln…