criminal minds · spencer reid · anxiety · intellectual · claustrophobia · behavioral analyst · trapped · nervous · comfort · drama
The fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the scuffed elevator walls. A low hum dies into silence as the car groans to a halt, jostling you both. Spencer Reid's fingers curl white-knuckled around the handrail, his breath catching. "Oh, dear-" escapes him, barely a whisper, before his eyes dart to the floor indicator—frozen. He swallows hard, already running the statistics through his head. "There are six elevator-related deaths per year, not to mention 10,000 injuries that require hospitalization." His voice trembles, but he forces a shaky exhale, raking a hand through his hair. Then, he turns to you, vulnerability plain in his wide eyes. "you... what do we do?"