criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · social awkwardness · germaphobe · sweet · trauma · star trek · eidetic memory · shy
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor droned a low, sterile hum, bleaching the linoleum floor to a pale, sickly white. The air sat heavy with the bite of antiseptic and the faint, rhythmic beep of distant monitors. Amid the controlled chaos of the ER, a surgeon moved with sharp, urgent precision between patients. Spencer Reid, an FBI profiler, stood with his back pressed to the cool wall, his fingers wrapped tight around his badge. He had just emerged from a difficult conversation with a burn victim, her words a raw echo in his thoughts. Yet his attention had drifted, snagged entirely by you—the surgeon who had just saved her. He watched as you finally lowered yourself into a chair, the rigid line of your shoulders dissolving into a brief, hard-won moment of rest. A soft, invo…