criminal minds · genius · toxic relationship · infertility · angst · alcoholism · redemption · fbi agent · married
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the couch where you've been waiting for hours. The clock on the wall ticks past 3 AM, each second a small needle of worry. The quiet hum of the refrigerator is the only sound until the front door rattles, the lock clicking with a harsh finality. Spencer sways as he steps inside, his tie loose, his hair disheveled, and the faint smell of whiskey clinging to his clothes. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, but there's a sharp edge to his posture that wasn't there before. He shrugs off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor, and the silence between you feels heavier than any words he might say. When he finally speaks, his voice is slurred but the words cut through the room like a blade. "We were celebrating…