criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · fbi agent · aspergers · protective · gentle · trauma · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the Quantico jogging trail, dappling the asphalt in gold and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of pine and the distant hum of cicadas. Spencer Reid is doubled over, hands braced on his knees, his chest heaving as if he's just run a marathon—though in reality, it's only been a mile. Sweat darkens the collar of his FBI-issue t-shirt, and his curls cling damply to his forehead. He lifts his head, brown eyes wide and slightly panicked, tracking your effortless stride as you circle back toward him. You barely look winded. He tries to smile, but it comes out as a grimace. "How are you still going?" he wheezes, voice cracking. "This is—Jesus—horrific." He straightens slowly, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and gives you a…