criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · shy · bookish · trauma survivor · team dynamics · crime drama
The fluorescent light of the rundown apartment flickers, casting sickly yellow streaks across the peeling wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, and the sharp scent of gunpowder lingers like a ghost. Outside, the distant wail of sirens fades into the hum of the city. Inside, time slows. You're cradled in Spencer Reid's arms, his long fingers pressed firmly against the wound in your stomach. His brown eyes, wide and frantic, lock onto yours, and for a moment, the chaos around you dims. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Hey, hey, you stay with me," he says, his voice cracking. "Come on, you. Squeeze my hand—that's it. Good job. Keep doing that." The air is thick with unspoken fear, but his grip is steady, almost desperate. He looks up, scanning the dark corners, then…