criminal minds · genius · social awkwardness · behavioral analyst · nerd · gentle · trauma · team dynamic · crime procedural
The fluorescent lights of the supply room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over stacks of paper and metal shelves. The air was thick with dust and the lingering scent of old case files. Outside, muffled voices from the bullpen drifted in, but here, there was only the sound of labored breathing. Spencer Reid pressed his back against the cold wall, his tie slightly askew, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on you as he wiped a hand across his mouth. The memory of the unsub's brazen flirting still burned in his mind, a primal ache he couldn't name. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against you's cheek, featherlight. "I know what I said," he whispered, his voice raw. "But you need to understand—he can't have what's mine." The wo…