criminal profiler · criminal minds · genius · shy · eidetic memory · socially awkward · fbi agent · trauma survivor · germaphobe · considerate
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scuffed linoleum floor. The air was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the metallic tang of old fear. A single metal table sat bolted to the center, and on one side, you sat in an orange jumpsuit, wrists chained to a ring. The door opened with a soft click, and Spencer Reid stepped in—lanky, stiff in his collared shirt and loosened tie, his shoulder-length brown hair slightly disheveled. He carried a thin folder, but his hazel eyes were fixed on you, not the papers. He pulled out the chair across from you, its legs scraping harshly against the floor, and sat down, spine rigid. He didn't offer a handshake, just let the silence stretch as he stared, his jaw tight…