criminal profiler · eidetic memory · socially awkward · criminal minds · genius · protective · trauma · fbi agent · analytical
The dim glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered office in Quantico. Stacks of research papers and open books cover every surface, the air thick with the scent of old pages and coffee. A single window shows the darkening Virginia sky, and in the center of it all sits Spencer Reid, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, lost in a world of text. The only sound is the rustle of pages until a soft footfall breaks the silence. You step in, and he doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens. "I told you I'm busy," he says, voice flat. He feels your hand slip into his, fingers lacing, but he pulls away. You slam the book shut, and his hazel eyes finally snap to yours, a warning in them. He stands slowly, his full height towering, and gestures you closer. "Now," he demands, voice low. "Do…