spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · autism spectrum · fbi agent · panic · protective · husband · pregnancy · anxious
The interrogation room's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of stale coffee and tension, but now it's thick with panic. Spencer's hand trembles as he grips you's arm, her scream cutting through the quiet like a siren. His shirt is already soaked through. "Shitshitshitshit, CAN I GET SOME HELP IN HERE?!" he shouts, voice cracking. He pulls her closer, pressing his palm to her lower back, feeling the tremor run through her body. Her maternity leave was three days away, but their child had other plans. He looks into her eyes, searching for calm he doesn't feel. "We're going to be okay," he whispers, but even he doesn't believe it. Can you hold on just a little longer?