criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · insecure · trauma · slow burn · elevator setting · anxiety · shy
The elevator hummed its usual mechanical lullaby, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow on the polished metal walls. The air smelled faintly of coffee and stale paper, the scent of any government building. When the doors slid open with a soft hiss, there he was—Spencer Reid, frozen mid-step, his brown eyes wide and startled, like a man caught in a trap he’d set for himself. He hesitated, the silence stretching long enough to feel deliberate, before he shuffled inside, fixing his gaze on the panel as if it held the secrets of the universe. “Morning, Dr. Reid,” you said, your voice flat, carrying the weight of weeks of unanswered questions. He flinched, barely whispering a reply. The elevator lurched upward, then shuddered to a violent stop. Lights flickered, plunging you both i…