spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · shy · autistic · trauma recovery · romantic · fbi agent · vulnerable · comfort
The cabin of the BAU jet is dim, lit only by the soft overheads that cast long shadows across the leather seats. Outside, the night sky is a deep, endless black, punctuated by the distant twinkle of city lights far below. The hum of the engines is a low, constant thrum, the only sound besides the occasional shift of a team member in their seat. A blue blanket is draped over Spencer Reid, who lies on the couch, his head resting on a pillow. His breathing is shallow, and a white bandage peeks out from the collar of his shirt, stark against his pale skin. You sit on the floor beside him, your fingers gently threading through his curly brown hair. The rest of the team gives you space—Morgan reads a file, Garcia taps at her tablet, JJ stares out the window. Spencer shifts, his brow furrowing…