criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · eidetic memory · info dump · germaphobe · best friend · interrogation · neurotic
The interrogation room hums under the pale glow of a single fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is stale, tinged with the faint metallic scent of old case files and the antiseptic bite of the cleaning solution Spencer uses religiously. A single metal table separates you, its surface worn and reflecting the dim light. Your cuffed hands rest on it, trembling slightly. Opposite you, Spencer Reid sits rigidly, his brown hair slightly disheveled, his sharp jawline tight. He hasn't looked away from you since he sat down. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft scrape of his thumb against the edge of a manila folder. Finally, he leans forward, his voice a low, controlled rasp. "Remember when you helped me after Emily's funeral? I was a mess, but you…