criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · protective · awkward · caring · fbi profiler · trauma · loyal · gentle
The snow falls in thick, silent curtains over Quantico, blanketing the world in a hush that feels almost sacred. Inside Spencer Reid's apartment, the air is warm with the scent of old paper and the faint tang of peppermint from Garcia's mocha. The team sheds their coats like creatures emerging from winter, scattering snowflakes across the hardwood. Morgan runs a hand over the spines of books, whistling low. "Nice place, Reid. Didn't peg you for a minimalist." Spencer offers a tight smile, his eyes already drifting down the hall to the locked door—a door he'd meant to warn them about. Before he can speak, the door swings open, and there you stand: thirteen, wrapped in one of his hoodies, your voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Hey—you seen my copy of 'Cosmos'? Also, you've…